Futa Warfare

(This is my first original story after a few years on this site. Feedback and comments are very welcome. )

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It's always cold when you wake up. You're not sure if it's because the ship is conserving power or its captain just likes the temperature low but you know its soon to be time for action again. The Code of Conflict was written two centuries ago to make conflict more civilized in the wake of the Bion Genocide. It seemed to only make war more attractive for both the major and minor powers. Even after two centuries since the war with the aliens, the human population was nowhere near where it had been before the Bion's biological weapon killed everyone with a Y chromosome and the nature of the solution had eventually made those with two Xs die out. Now everyone was something in between, both able to breed and be bred. The Interstellar Asian Authority, The European Space Federation and the United Colonies of America had worked together to create this solution which both saved the human race and doomed it in its prior form. Looking down you saw the evidence of their success as you glanced down past your breasts at your flaccid member and its womanly counterpart down beneath.

The Code of Conflict had stopped all the dying, but the fates of the living were harsher than they had been in recent memory. The soldiers 'killed' in battle becoming the winning sides property for five months had been intended to keep the risk to prevent war but it had developed into an incentive. With the intention of using the futanari population to help increase the population, they had been genetically created to have 3 month pregnancies rather than 9. Meaning that every soldier lost for one side usually meant a new citizen for the victor. Or worse, you reflected instinctively clenching your rear. Anal sex was prohibited for the general population, along with most other things that couldn't lead to a child. A loophole in the Code of Conflict, however, made it legal against the defeated. Said loophole was very rarely used. To be anally penetrated was one of the most disgraceful and shameful things that could happen to a soldier, it meant you were considered unworthy even for breeding and the shame would follow you forever. The Treaty of the Rose required reporting of anal penetration, including the name and picture of the perpetrator. Unless it was for retribution. The threat of kept instances very low.

You realized you were reflecting too much and stood up, stretching, walking over to your small closet you opened it up to check your armor and weapons. To prevent the dangers of small objects flying extremely fast and because lasers could easily be fooled when not in space, weapons were restricted to the medieval era. The armor and weapons were built by the Swiss Conglomerate, a recognized neutral party, as all sets were to prevent any party from having an unfair advantage by tweaking their tools. The Armorer on board would check each set for compliance before anyone could leave the ship. Just as the weapons master would inspect the ship's lasers before naval combat could commence.

After this inspection you looked in the mirror, greeted by the face you saw every day.