Bombette Battlefield

When you opened your eyes you found yourself standing on a large, green plain with a beautiful blue sky.

Only this was hardly a peaceful place. You could hear the sound of gunfire and explosions ringing in the distance.

This was a battlefield.

To be more precise the frontline.

…

“Ma’am?”

Cerve: “Yes, Siree?”

“What happens if I cuddle a fluffy panda?”

Cerve: “If you cuddle a fluffy panda in the game you cuddle a fluffy panda in real life.”

…

“Oh.”

Cerve: “That was a joke, which was funny. You will not cuddle a fluffy panda, but according to the instruction manual, which is the only way to find out that you have to jump into paintings in order to progress in this game, there will be a penalty for failure.”

“What kind of penalty?”

Cerve: “That is a surprise, Sire. Spoiling it would ruin the surprise.”

“INCOMING!”

Before you could let Cerve have your rightful anger you hear a shrill shriek and see a large blue...something falling from the sky.

It was relatively slow. Any person with halfway decent reaction time could avoid it.

“Cerve...move!”

Cerve: “Affirmative. In which direction should I make our egress, Siree?”

“Who cares? Just move!”

Cerve: “Understood, Sire. Commencing movement in random direction.”

You found yourself jumping in the air.

Straight into the incoming object.

“NOT THAT WAAAAAY!!!”

SPLASH!

You made contact and pain engulfed your body. Fortunately for you, the giant object appeared to be just a huge waterbomb. Still, it knocked you right out of the air.

You lost 1 Unit of your HP (11/12)

You felt a brief burst of a pain as you came crashing down back to the ground, very wet, but otherwise not much worse for the wear.

Others were not so lucky, dozens of half naked soldiers lay sprawled out in the ground, equally drenched from head to toe in fluids. At least they were still moving slightly. And moaning.

Actually.

This very white and very sticky liquid was not water.

“EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!”

You were the very picture of shell-shocked and utterly incapable of moving(not that you could do that in the first place)

Then you suddenly felt someone grabbing the back of your dress and yanking you behind cover.

Huddled with you in a small foxhole were a bunch of scantily clad boys, who’s uniform seemed to consists squarely of a pink cap, a small vest that left their torso exposed and way too short shorts.

In fact, if it weren’t for their flat chests, you would have probably assumed these were girls.

Well, the one who just pulled you back, looked slightly more manly, probably by virtue of the mustachio he was sporting.

“Damn, Sissy. That was a close one.”

…

Actually, was that mustache just pinned on?

“Cummander, what of the rest of them?”, one of the Sissy soldiers asked.

The CO gave a pained look towards the many soldiers that fell to that ruthless attack and shook his head.

No seriously it looks just like fake mustache a girl would put on as a joke.

“We have to save them, Cummander!”

“No! It is trap! Somebody set us up the bomb!”

“But Cummander!”

But why? Now that you noticed it you can’t unseen it.

“Damnit, Privates, are you a man or a sissy?”

“…”

Is it to separate him from his troops? But if anything it just makes him look even more girly!

“ANSWER ME!”

“Sir! I’m a Sissy, Sir!”

You would never put on a fake mustache.

“Then be a good Sissy and do what you’re told!”

You watch the conversation between the soldier and his fake mustache wearing CO in silence. At least you assume they are soldiers. They looked more like strippers, really.

“Are you alright?”, one of the soldiers addressed you directly, diverting your attention for a moment. This one was dressed in white and looked more like a medic. A very sexy medic.

1. I require healing.(Heal to full health)
2. What is going on here?
3. Flirt with the nurse

A text field with three options suddenly appeared in front of you. Given the current seamless experience it was very jarring. Not as jarring however as the illusion of choice as Cerve was eagerly moving the cursor down.

Flirt with the nurse

You felt your very face turn into a smile.

“Hey there, cutie pie. What brings a angel of healing all the way out here in this hell of men's own making?”

The nurse giggled and gently brushed her hand over your body, taking some of the liquids off and then licking it from her finger seductively. “Hmm...not much. I'm just the company healer slut. I make sure these Sissy's get some relief from the horrors of war."

You licked your lips in response, near vomiting as some of the sticky stuff went into your mouth. “I definitely could use a bit of your healing touch. Tell me, can love bloom even on the battlefield?”

“Maybe it can”, the nurse mused thoughtfully, looking you deep in the eyes. “I think I will have to give you, some very special treatment, Super Sissy.”

“Quiet now!”, Mustache interrupted, saving you from this atrocious dialog. “They’re here.”

Looking back at the killzone you see a new squad rolling up.

But these were nothing then the scantily clad sissy’s, laying on the ground.

These fresh troops were clad in full military fatigues. Even so, perhaps due to their voluptuous figures you could tell that everyone of these new arrivals was definitely female.

“Gyahahahahahaha!” one, particularly snappy dressed soldier laughed shrilly. “What a BOMBASTIC haul. Blow those boys! And make it snappy! I have a short fuse! Gyahahahahahahaha!”

The enemy soldiers then proceed to spread out and mount the half conscious Sissy’s.

Indeed, right on the battlefield a giant **** orgy took place, the defeated Sissy’s being reduced to nothing but playthings.

One Sissy was receiving a handjob and pegging at the same time.

Another had his hands and legs misappropriated and served as a masturbatory tool for four girls at once, while a fifth sat on his face.

Two Sissy’s were **** to kiss and fondle each other while a circle of cheering girls made bets on who would cum first.

Meanwhile the Sissy Soldiers hiding with you could do nothing but fearfully watch as their comrades were turned into cumrags. Quite a few started touching themselves, quivering as they imagined that this could have easily been them.

“Damnit….” The CO’s fake mustache quivered in impotent rage.“Damnit…!”

“Ehem! Testing. Testing.”After a while, the enemy leader had procured a megaphone. While digging one of her feet painfully in the crotch of one of the defeated Sissy’s, she surveyed the battlefield with a smug, confident smirk. “Dear pathetic weaklings of the Sissy Federation. Surrender! Prostate yourself before your betters and swear fealty to the Bomb Queendom. Do so and you will be treated as Sissy’s of war. Refuse…” she grinded her feet even more, causing the poor Sissy to moan and climax just like that. “and we will squeeze every last one of you!"

No one made a move. Everyone knew that if they were to charge at the enemy, they would suffer the exact same fate.

Eventually, it appears the enemy had their fill. The exhausted and defiled Sissy’s were bound, gagged and **** to march towards their unknown fate.

Glum silence descended upon the survivors.

“This...this is the fate that awaits all Sissy’s if this war is lost”, mustache bristled with steely resolve. “However, fortunately...the chosen Sissy has arrived.”

The nurse and the rest of the sissy troops all looked at you with sparkling eyes. You feel suddenly rather nervous to get that much attention.

“Now we can finally commence the operation that will turn this whole damn war around.”

1. What operation?
2. Screw that. I’m outta here!
3. Flirt with the cummander

What operation?

“W-what operation?”, you asked nervously.

The mustache stared at you dramatically for a few seconds.

“Operation: Big Bombette on the Summit”