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What makes a good soldier?

I tried out a flash fiction writing challenge recommended to me by a friend. If you like short stories, I definitely recommend you check out her works. For this challenge, you were to pick two random genres from a list, and write a 1500-2000 word story mixing them. As luck would have it, the dice gave me BDSM Erotica and Space Opera, and below is the result. Contains: NSFW, BDSM

In the perpetual motion machine of intergalactic conflict, there was always another battle to fight; another planet to defend or conquer. To the paper pushing politicians whose allegiances shifted more sporadically than the colourful patterns of those weird scaly lizards on Alterrion 15, the lives of us soldiers meant less than their cafeteria of choice's daily menu.

Like most soldiers, it was not a profession I'd taken up by choice, but rather it — as cliché as it sounds — had chosen me. Civvies back in Safe Space might think that soldiers are all patriots; zealots of their respective cause, who wish nothing but to expand the glory of their homeworlds. Others, having a more cynical mindset, may think that we're all crazed murderers, thankful for an excuse to pop someone in the head — or wherever the species in question's weakest spot happens to be located. The truth, however, was the same as it had been since time immemorial; it was the only choice most of us had had.

As an orphaned street rat on Theta 4, my only valid options to survive once I became old enough that petty theft and shoplifting could get me in serious trouble, was prostitution or joining the military. While arguably more dangerous, 14 year old me chose the latter, on the simple basis of it providing a more reliable income. Once I'd gotten through basic training — they didn't waste any of the fancy curriculum on cannon fodder — I was shipped straight to my first battle. On the hellish battlefield of Nu 13, surrounded by the charred flesh, guts, and bones of my fellow soldiers, I — a 15 year old girl — learned what makes someone a good soldier.

With my entire unit killed or captured then killed, it had only been a matter of time before the enemy soldiers found me hiding among the corpses. Upon my capture, the three men argued amongst themselves whether they should "have some fun" before killing me. While I considered playing along to give myself more time to think of a way to escape, I realised that there were too many uncertainties for me to bet on such a plan. Instead, I decided to play my strongest card; the fact that no one would expect a little girl to do what I was about to do. Naively letting his guard down, the soldier who was holding me by the arm had put down his plasma rifle, leaning it against his leg. To this day, I remember the expressions of disbelief of the two remaining enemy soldiers as I grabbed the rifle with my free arm, turned off the safety, and obliterated the upper body of their comrade, along with my lower arm that had been in his grasp. Taking advantage of their surprise, I rolled into a nearby ditch and took out the remaining two soldiers, steadying the rifle with the stump of my left arm. Afterwards, I managed to escape the battlefield, walking for five days — however long the days on Nu 13 are — until I found safety in the form of a friendly patrol.

Yes, that was how I learned what makes a good soldier. It's not how good you are at killing, how well you follow orders, or how strongly you believe in the cause you're fighting for; it's how good you are at staying alive.

"Yeah, yeah, Teair, I've heard that story more times than I care to count", the beautiful berryian doctor sighed as she removed my cybernetic arm for my physical examination.

"Would you rather hear about how I almost lost my eye?", I teased her with a smirk.

She just glared at me with her fiery orange eyes and brushed her aqua blue hair behind her ears as she started the examination. She raised the stump of my left arm with one of her four jointless, tentacle-like arms, carefully cleaning the skin around the connector ports for my arm with a cotton pad doused in some kind of sterile solution.

"...It looks as good as always. No signs of cybernetics rejection."

"Of course! It's been installed and maintained by the best!"

She smiled, unflattered but amused by my compliment. Faei — the beautiful berryian woman in question — and I went way back. She'd been the doctor on duty at the base I was brought to by that patrol. Right from the start, even as she treated the cauterised flesh where my arm had previously been attached, I was enraptured by her beauty. Her light blue, slightly translucent skin, and the reddish orange patterns that decorated her body from the tips of her elegant yet strong arms, to her gorgeous face and seductively full lips. However, as the saying goes...

She leaned in and tried to examine my eyes, but I teasingly kept my legs shut and looked away, wanting to make her work for it. As expected, she pried my legs open with two of her arms and pushed her knee against my crotch, at the same time grabbing my chin and making me face her as she looked deeply into my eyes, restrainedly biting her lip with her sharp fangs.

...Pretty things have thorns.

"Hmm..."

Seemingly having finished my eye exam, she swiftly tore off the adhesive bandage that covered a wound on my cheek.

"Ngh!"

"Oh, shut up, you big baby."

She smirked amusedly and inspected the wound.

"...Teair..."

A shiver went up my spine as her voice suddenly took on a familiar sharpness.

"...Yes?"

"This is going to leave a scar."

The shiver turned into a shudder; my body knew what would come next.

*Clang!* *Crash!* *Clatter!*

Various medical equipment fell to the floor as Faei roughly pushed me down on the examination table. One-armed or not, even a battle-hardened and muscular soldier such as myself was no match for a berryian's physical strength. She glared at me furiously and I returned her gaze, though in anticipation, rather than fear. Holding me down against the table, she gently ran the tip of one of her tentacles over my stomach, tracing the shape of my muscles.

"I thought I'd made it clear that you're not allowed to damage this beautiful body of yours."

The sensation of her touch sent a tremor throughout my body.

"I-I'm sorry...! In the heat of battle, things just..."

My body started to feel hot.

"Ah!"

I shuddered again as Faei leaned in and sunk her fangs into my ear. As much as I knew that the way she treated me wasn't normal — even by berryi standards — I couldn't be happier, knowing how much she cared about me.

"The only one who's allowed to leave a mark on your body..."

She forcefully grabbed my chin and made me look at her as I slowly felt another one of her tentacles wrap around my neck."

"...is me."

At the same time as she finished her sentence, she tightened her grip around my neck and pressed her lips against mine in an intense kiss. Unable to move or breathe, I was at the mercy of her lips and tongue. Her knee still pressing against my crotch, the heat in my panties was becoming unbearable. ...I wonder what kind of punishment she'd give me if it soaked through and made a stain on her stockings?

"..."

"....!"

".....!!

"......!!!"

My muscles started convulsing as my body begged for air, but Faei didn't let up her firm grip around my neck, instead digging her fangs into my lips as I struggled. By now a veteran soldier, I'd gotten used to pain, but never derived any pleasure from the wounds I got on the battlefield. However there was just something special about the exquisite pain Faei subjected me to. After all, I could feel nothing but love in the rough way she treated me.

"!!!!"

"!!!!!"

*Gaaaaaaaaaasp!*

As she finally let go and our lips parted, the air that once again freely flowed into my lungs was full of Faei's scent, nearly driving me insane with passion for her. I looked at her in a daze, my chest heaving as I caught my breath. Releasing her hold on my arm and legs, Faei stood up and looked at me, no doubt thinking of what to do to me next.

"...? You stained my stockings."

I chuckled, biting my lip as I smiled cheekily at her. Her eyes seemed to sparkle and a smiled tugged at the corners of her lips.

"...I'll put that smug mouth of yours to good use."

"Ah!"

*Thud*

She pushed me onto the floor, taking my place on the examination table. Pulling up her skirt and spreading her legs, she seized me by the hair and dragged my face towards her crotch. My breaths, still heavy from oxygen deprivation, became even heavier at the prospect of being allowed to pleasure her.

"...Your stockings...?"

I looked up at her for approval. She frowned, looking conflicted for a moment before answering.

"...I don't care...."

With her permission, I used my hand and teeth to rip a hole in her stockings, granting me a candid, luscious view of her drenched panties. I threw a glance up at her as I carefully moved her panties aside, relishing her expression of agonising lust. As a small, teasing rebellion, I used my fingers to spread her wide open, watching as her insides twitched and trembled and her thighs tensed with anticipation... ...But I didn't touch her where she wanted me to. I simply watched and listened to her hurried breaths as her body suffered in anticipation, inaudibly begging for my touch.

"!"

After merely a moment, Faei's ever limited patience ran out and she grabbed my head with all four of her arms, pushing my face against her crotch.

"Ahn!"

A captivating moan escaped her upper lips as I passionately kissed her lower ones. After our almost two decades long relationship, I was very familiar with her anatomy — and her weak spots. As I kissed and licked her with ever increasing intensity, the small spines on her otherwise smooth tentacles started protruding, digging into the skin of my scalp like a human's nails. It was a clear sign that she was getting close. In a final push to grant her body the relief of ecstasy, I tightened my lips around her most sensitive spot, simultaneously sucking and teasing it with my tongue.

"Nh... Ah... Hah!"

She finally toppled over the edge and climaxed, digging her spines into my scalp as she forcefully pushed my face against her crotch and dug the heels of her shoes into my thighs where they'd been resting. That sensation, along with seeing her body tense up and quake with pleasure, was all I needed, and I climaxed along with her.

As we both caught our breaths, I lied down beside her on the examination table, lovingly wrapping my arm around her.

She softly caressed my cheek with the tip of a once-again smooth tentacle, hinting me to look at her. So I did, and she gently pressed her lips against mine in a long, soft but passionate kiss, and as our lips parted, we simply smiled at each other and hugged.

This was the last time I would come to her for a physical examination like this, and this time, it wasn't because of me being assigned to yet another "suicide mission"; today had been my last day as a soldier. Tomorrow, we were moving into Safe Space, where Faei had gotten a position as civilian doctor, and I found a simple job in construction.

Yes, what makes a good soldier is how good you are at staying alive. After all, if I hadn't stayed alive, I never would've gotten to spend the rest of my life together with Faei.

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