Survival Island

"No luck?" Agent Brandy asked one of her fellow operators.

"No signs of any other island or civilization ma'am," the operator responded.

"Damn it," she cursed.

Agent Brandy and her team suddenly found themselves on a deserted island. Their armor and weapons were completely gone. All they had were worn out pieces of cloth they fashioned into clothes, but there wasn't a lot of it, so Agent Brandy basically was in her underwear.

Days had already gone by. They survived off of the local plants and found a freshwater stream inland, but they knew that time was not on their side.

"That damned Cryptid and his powers shouldn't have been able to get us through our helmets," Brandy complained to herself.

She couldn't help but notice that her team of all men were constantly trying to sneak glances of her cleavage and her ass every time one of them walked by. The survival was getting to their heads, she needed to find a solution before they became nothing more than sex-starved apes.

Brandy thought back to her days in Shadow World War Three, where she faced a similar Cryptid with reality manipulation powers. The trick was simple, to overload the world beyond what the Cryptid was able to handle. However, this Cryptid was smart. The realm they were trapped in was a barren island with nothing but normal things... although, if she could find some materials to fashion a massive explosive...

"Team, I have an idea," she pitched to them.

They spent the next few weeks trying to harvest as much from the island as they could. They cut down trees and stripped down the bark to dry, they began fermenting coconuts to try and make alcohol, and they began mixing various herbs that could mix with the alcohol for a dangerous combination.

Everyone was tired and food was getting harder to come by, but they trusted their team leader. The men also knew if they messed with her and got out of this dream realm, they would be royally fucked, as Agent Brandy Moonshine was in fact the daughter of a Five Star General in the United States Military, General Moonshine.

However, just when they had made good progress building their massive firebomb, one night Agent Brandy woke up in her tent to the sounds of men shouting. She quickly got dressed in her tattered cloth garments and rushed outside.

There stood Puk, wearing a hawaiian shirt and aviators.

"Hey there friends," he sneered, "I couldn't help but notice you were trying to do something... quite dangerous really. I did you all a favor and removed all the dangerous herbs and the stockpile of drywood you had there. I left some of that coconut alcohol for you though! I'm sure it'll be delicious!"

He laughed and disappeared.

"Fuck!" Agent Brandy kicked the sand, was he watching them this entire time?

"Wh-what do we do ma'am?" one of her subordinates asked.

"We need to find a way to do this without that bastard finding out," Brandy groaned, "Until then, we need to regain our energy and our resources... we'll just rest for today."

The men nodded and shuffled off to figure out something to do. They resorted to building a campfire and playing a game with coconuts around the fire while Agent Moonshine paced back and forth near her tent trying to come up with a solution. She was sure Director Groan was figuring out a way to deal with the Cryptid threat, and it was only a matter of time before it would be dealt with, but she felt like a burden not being able to do anything.

"Hey ma'am, we appreciate you working hard to get us home," Agent Mike Frank walked up to her, holding a coconut, "Here drink up, relax a little."

"Thanks," Agent Brandy smiled, taking the coconut.

She took a sip and realized that it was one of the alcoholic coconuts Puk had left behind.

"Was there alcohol in this?" Brandy asked rhetorically.

"Oh... uh, yeah... me and the team felt like you could use some to relax," Mike replied, "We've all been having some too."

"Shit..." Brandy blinked, her world was getting a bit hazy. She was feeling incredibly hot, and pulled her top off.

"Whoa! Damn! Miss Moonshine, what are you doing?" Agent Frank exclaimed, blood shot to his crotch instantly as he got a sight of her marvelous breasts under the moonlight.

She fell down to her knees. Mike tried to move forward to catch her, only for her to accelerate and pull his shorts down as she went down. He let out an involuntary sound as his penis was suddenly deep in Agent Moonshine's warm mouth. Her tongue got to work immediately, and she began sucking with a passion that was nearly superhuman. The male operator's brain completely froze any computation as it was overloaded with pleasure, the next thing he knew he was moaning uncontrollably as he erupted the biggest load of his life right into his commander's mouth.

There was so much that even with her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, cum spurted out from her mouth. The operator fell onto his back, dumbstruck.

Mike had just hit the jackpot, he needed to make sure nobody else knew about this.