-Sergeant Jhoseph Lenz-
|Three days later|
|Office of General, Hernando Louise|
“Sgt. Lenz. The General is ready to speak with you now.”
Standing up from my spot on the soft couch in the waiting room is an ordeal. My fresh stiches and bandages are irritating and itching under my uniform, as healing flesh protest loudly with every movement. I ignore all of it.
This isn’t the first time that I have been torn open and stitched back together, and nor will it be the last. I just have to be sure that I don’t do anything that will pop my stiches. That is never a pleasant experience.
Walking forward I give the secretary a nod and thank her, before entering the General’s office.
“Ah, Sergeant Lenz, it is good to see you up and about already. Are you certain that you should not spend some more time resting in the hospital? You could hardly be faulted for it.”
“I’ll be quite all right Sir. I am just missing a couple pieces. The doctors stitched me up good enough; they can use the beds for more injured men.”
“Haha, from how Nolan described it, you're missing more than just a couple of pieces. How’s the ass cheek feeling, it doesn’t hurt too bad to sit, does it?” He asks with a snort.
“Haaaaa, I swear I am going to bleed Nolan dry in the next poker tournament, no mercy.”
“Hahahaha, yes that will be something to look forward to. Well, what are you doing standing around? Come on over and sit, take some weight off your legs.”
“Thank you, Sir. To be specific, I lost a couple of bites from my thigh and calf. My rear remains as perfect as the day I was born.”
“Well, a miracle that. If you lost that the only thing you would have left going for you is your face. Then we would never be able to find you a wife.”
We both laugh a bit and then the General grows serious, the time for pleasantries is over. Time for business.
“I read the reports, the letters, saw the pictures. Tell me Sergeant, how much of all of this is real?”
“All of it Sir.”
“Hmm, I’m sure you understand why it is that I might find that hard to believe… Some of these things that are being described are simply impossible. Well beyond human capabilities.”
“I agree Sir. But I have to argue that everything reported is factual. My team and I witnessed these events with our own eyes, and she is without a doubt the reason that we a still alive right now. If she had not been there, I would have been rat food. Privates Thomas, Sanders, and Sandy would have been killed, and Private Rook would have been left to fend for herself deep inside hostile territory.”
The General clasps his hands before him and nods his head.
“Sir, if I could ask…”
“Feel free Sergeant, you don’t need to ask for permission.”
“Thank you, Sir. In regard to her family, have they been located?”
The General pulls a file from behind his desk and places it on the desk before sliding it over, “Yes, we located them. Mr. and Mrs. Dixon and their daughter Anna Dixon. A missing person was reported when they registered, for one Elizabeth Saint Dixon, commonly goes by Lain. Before you ask, yes, they have received the letter sent by their daughter. It was checked over before being delivered but was found to not contain anything of importance, it didn’t even mention her mutation.”
I give the file a read. Her mother, Josephine Dixon, is working as a Certified Nurse in general care, handling primarily civies. Her father, Richard Dixon, is currently on the mend from an injured leg but has already applied for the guard, his application was accepted. Sister’s name is Anna Dixon, not much of a family resemblance and is assumed to be adopted, she is working at a local tavern as a server.
I think I remember there being a new girl working there… Could it be that girl Sanders struck out with?
“So, she is who she claims to be then... In regard to the request for her to be permitted entry on base, what is the decision?”
“We are willing to grant her entry and guarantee her safety; she can even bring her pet. But there are going to be a number of conditions that she will need to agree to.”
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He slides another folder over and I open it.
“If she is unwilling to abide by these conditions, then I cannot in good faith allow her access to this base. Considering what she is capable of, she is far too dangerous to simply be allowed to roam free around civilians. We are already far too busy dealing with threats outside our walls to be allowing a potentially new one to do as she pleases within…”
“I understand Sir. I cannot guaranty that she will agree with all of these however, this one in particular is a tall ask.”
“I know.”
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“Very well Sir. Thank you for giving us at least this much. When can we head out to tell her?”
“You won’t Sergeant. You still need to rest and heal. I’ll be sending another team, along with Private Rook and Private Sanders to act as intermediaries. Should she accept the terms, they are to immediately escort her back to base.”
“And if she refuses?”
“Then she will be warned to stay away and be forbidden entry. You don’t need to worry; I’m not going to order them to kill her if she refuses. Chances are that would simply end with more dead soldiers…” He says with a tired look in his eyes.
The General finishes his statement while looking at a picture taken during the recon mission before tossing it to the table. On the picture is an Imp girl with shredded clothes, covered head to tail in blood and dust. She is standing in a victory pose with her sledgehammer, a manic smile on her face, before the headless corpse of a giant winged monster.
It is titled: Lain, Slayer of the Fluffy not Dragon, Dragon.
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-Sky-
|A few hours after the soldier left|
I sit in my nest of wonderfully soft blankets and pillows as I eat some of the delicious meat that Lain brought home with her. She called it boar and said that it is a kind of pig. No idea what a pig is, but it tastes amazing! All the meat that Lain brings home tastes great and she always lets me eat my fill. We’ve only been together for so long, but I am quickly coming to forget what it was like to be truly hungry. To starve to the point that it feels as if my own body is ripping itself apart. Now there is only memories of yummy meat with white chewy fat.
And when she cooks it with salt and spices and the melting fat sizzles with grease and lets off that heavenly smell! How could I possible remember the bad times when my mind is being flooded with deliciousness!?
It does make me feel bad when I see her cooking though… She hunts the food; I should be the one to cook. I’ve been trying to get her to let me help, but she keeps wanting to baby and spoil me. Which is nice…. Very nice actually….
But I want to be able to help her more.
I look down to my lap where I have an open tome called ‘The Very Hungry Caterpillar.’ Lain hasn’t just been teaching me her language, English apparently, but also to how to read. Reading and writing, in the villages, is something that only the Elders and Shamans get to learn. An exclusive right for those at the top, and here I am learning to read human tomes, sitting in a nest that Chieftains would go to war over, eating meat that would cost tens of hunters their lives to get, and relaxing in a massive hut full of treasures.
Quite frankly, she is treating me like the Empress from the stories my mother used to tell me when I was but a little pup.
I look up and watch as she moves about excitedly, packing things away. Apparently, we will be on the move again, leaving so Lain can rejoin her family and her tribe. It took a while for her to explain it for me and be able to understand. From what I understand, Lain was separated from her family, and is traveling to rejoin them. She was in in the middle of her journey when we met and had our… first time.
Ah, just thinking about it is making my face heat up. I’m still not used to these changes yet, being able to blush, but the feeling is definitely nice.
It scared me a bit when she brought those humans here, and that girl… Apparently, they are going to help us find Lain’s family when they come back. So Lain is happily packing. Again, I wanted to help, but she gave me some of the fresh boar meat and told me to relax as we won’t be leaving for a couple of days.
I think she might be being a bit overprotective of me because of my changes. She won't even let me do any heavy lifting. She just gives me meat, pets my head and gives me hugs. Which is very, very nice.
But I want to be able to help her…
My thoughts go back to that human girl that was here. They hugged… I could smell Lain’s scent on her and I saw how she kept looking at Lain. How she smiled at me… She is a rival!
I should have seen this coming… Lain is a wonderful mate. We aren’t even of the same people, and I can see that. It is only natural that there would be humans that would want her. But to think that it would happen so soon!?
But I won't worry too much. I’ve given Lain a powerful weapon to show my love, while that girl has given her nothing. Even my body is changing so I can better be with her. I would have to be blind and stupid to not notice how my body changes. With every passing day I grow and change, slowly becoming more and more like a human; like Lain.
At first, I was confused by these changes, horrified even as I lost clumps of my fur. But then I looked in the mirror and saw how my face had been changed and I grew excited. For a while I was curious as to how these changes were happening, but then Lain found this tome. Even if I can’t read all the words, the pictures tell me all I need to know.
The meat. The meat of the powerful creatures that Lain hunts and feeds me. It makes my grow! It is the catalyst for my changes and the key to being able to properly express my love for her.
So, I eat and eat and eat as much of the meat as I can. The delicious taste is nothing more than a wonderful bonus at this point.
I will be like the caterpillar; I will grow and change into a beautiful human.
And then, then I will really let Lain know just how much I love her. I won't have to worry about some other girl taking her from me then.
Now I can hardly contain my excitement. Just thinking about the future is getting me all worked up. To make matters worse, watching Lain move around and lift things is certainly not helping me keep my urges under control…
She has such a nice butt; I really want to squeeze it...
I can feel the desire to jump on her and kiss her growing. To touch her and explore every inch of her body. Desires that I should not be feeling until that special season arrives.
But I must wait. I must control myself. The changes aren’t finished yet. I can still feel my bones slowly growing and shifting, a very uncomfortable feeling, yes, but one I have grown to become rather fond of. After all, the pain means I am growing, it means that I am changing, how could it not make me happy?
I take another bite of this delicious meat.
Haaa… If she is going to be treating me like an Empress, then she better be prepared for her reward.
I can’t wait~