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The rubber end of the mahogany stock pressed tightly against my shoulder, worn enough that I could feel the hardwood rubbing against my shoulder blade. The muscle there had grown so used to the feeling that I all but ignored it. A scuffed yet optically perfect scope of exquisite manufacture was mounted atop it. The letters were faded, only the outline of an ‘E’ was barely visible, and whatever manufacturer had produced such a fine piece of workmanship was now long dead, anyway. 

The M14 I mounted it on was the oldest firearm I knew of. It had been my father’s, and his before that. My grandfather had wielded it the day he fought for his life, barely escaping as his closest friends forced him into an APC and gave their lives, so he might live…

He had always spoken of them so fondly, but my father was far bitterer. My grandmother was never discussed, and my father had always referred to his father as a fool who abandoned his duty. Both were dead now, but while I did not shed a tear for my father’s premature demise, I certainly mourned the passing of my grandfather. 

I had precisely three things in my possession that were passed on to me. The gun was one. The second was a pair of binoculars that appeared to be of the same manufacture as the scope. The third, and perhaps most mysterious of all, was a medal of some kind. I kept it in my breast pocket and considered it a good luck charm of sorts. 

Taking a long, slow breath to steady myself, I panned the rifle along the ridge. There was no one in sight. I hadn’t expected there to be, the most fearsome enemies I had ever encountered patrolled this area. My father called them the kan-sen. He told tales of how they could summon the firepower of an entire battleship and obliterate companies of men with impunity. Others could bring planes… flying machines that dropped bombs (I had never seen one though, so I cannot testify to the veracity of his claim)… anywhere they walked. 

My grandfather had spoken of them with a reverence, my father had spoken of them with hatred and fear. Yet our village never suffered from their attacks. The cities, however, had seemed to hunt humans for sport. One day, a scout had returned with a pencil sketch of one city. It was hard to believe that such great, monolithic buildings that could pierce the clouds themselves could exist! I had seen the ruins, had scavenged them many times as a child and as an adult. Yet never was there a building, nor a carcass of one, that could even begin to touch the majesty of what I saw in that crude drawing. 

Great walls protected them, and, much to my father’s chagrin, my grandfather spoke of entities from beyond the world itself known as the si-rens. He had also spoken of azure oceans and a world filled with the green of vegetation. 

I had seen a few trees, some shrubs and low grass… but nothing like he had described. I wish I could see the world he spoke of. 

I packed up, holding my rifle loosely as I worked my way towards the ridge, taking two climbing pinions and using them as anchors as I scaled the rocky face. When I finally clambered over the side, dusk was settling in and I build a small fire on the lee of a shelf. It should hide the telltale light. 

A spark from my flint and steel set the dry tinder ablaze, and I pulled the small pouch of salted meats from my backpack, holding them close to the small fire to warm them, softening them slightly before chewing. 

The hard meats left my mouth dry. I took a swig from my canteen, swishing it around in my mouth before spitting it out, not wishing to swallow the salt and dehydrate myself further. Instead, I poured a measure into my tin cup, tossing some powder into it. 

The powder was a luxury, something that had cost me one of my greatest finds. They had called it coffee, and its effects were… astounding. I had never felt so full of energy, so focused! I had traded for a single tin of it and carefully rationed every last bit. I had maybe five cups left in it, but tonight I needed to be alert. 

I had spent the better part of the last year working my way towards the place my grandfather had spoken of. He had given me a small map, an ancient relic. Yet he had taught me landmarks so that I may follow it. I checked the watch on my wrist, the old automatic still functional after all these years. I had met a fellow who had taken a shine to it, and swore he could fix it when I took it to him. His eccentric attitude may have been because of the constant ticking of timekeeping gadgets in his workshop.

The faded velcro band had a strange blue logo on it, the letters NASA still visible. The face of the automatic read ‘Speedmaster’ and ‘Omega.’ It was of excellent manufacture, and I checked it now. It said it was 8:45. I drank my coffee after stirring the liquid with my finger, the water good and hot. 

I took out a small book, the light of the fire just enough to read by. My father had seen no use for me to learn to read, but my grandfather had struck him for his ignorance. I was allowed to read when I was not otherwise engaged with work, and had reread my grandfather’s small collection of books dozens of times over.

This one was small, but it told of kan-sen as heroes. The main character’s name was New Jersey, and she was the most powerful of the battleships. She saved her friends countless times, and always brought a smile to the faces of those she spent time with. I wondered if such a person could exist. Yet the book never failed to make me smile. 

I read until the fire died, then covered it with bits of dirt and rock before stowing everything in my pack. I clambered up onto the shelf in the darkness and pulled out my binoculars, not realizing the fantastic scene in front of me until I had brought them back to my face. 

Electric lights blazed, illuminating a huge swatch of coastline. Fencingl in excellent condition, ringed the entire port, the concrete seemed to be unmarred. That… and the buildings! The grass and trees! It was an oasis, a paradise… I saw blue waters beyond that, ships moored… 

Was this… was this the power of the kan-sen? I tracked my binoculars across the entire lit-up area, drinking in every detail. Then, I noticed the figures moving slowly throughout. Women, but… unlike any I had ever seen. I had met beautiful women, slept with a couple, and knew the delights a farm girl could bring a lone wanderer when he shared her bed. 

There was a standard expectation for such things, however, and my gifts in return had been more than generous. Yet these girls seemed clean, soft… untouched by the ravages of the wasteland. 

In an instant, I had turned around and pulled my pistol. I pointed the 1911 at what had mistakenly placed their foot on a piece of loose shale. Yet I dropped it a moment later, my hands in the air as a gun barrel larger than my first obscured most of my vision. 

“God damn humans… when will they learn? Search him.” A voice far too feminine to be issuing such commands spoke. 

“Yeah, yeah…” A second voice spoke as if she hadn’t a care in the world. 

“Do as you’re told, Bache.” 

“I am! Look, see? The dirty drifter has, in his left breast pocket…” She pulled out the medal. I still couldn’t get a good look at either of them. “Wait. Uh… shit. We have to bring him in.”

“Like you know shit.” 

“Shut up and just look at it, Wichita.”

Grumbling ensued, then… 

“Ah, fuck. He probably found it, or stole it.”

“Look at him.”

“Yeah, so?” 

“Humans don’t normally have that color hair.”

“So. What.”

Bache sounded exasperated at this point. “If he’s not a damn Siren, and he’s a Wastelander, and he has blue freaking hair…”

“Oh.”

“We gotta bring him in.”

“He’s filthy and gross.”

“Just knock him out and we’ll drag him.”

“H-hey!” I spoke. My voice was rough with relative disuse. 

A moment later, I felt a brief burst of pain, followed by a sharp crack and everything went black. 

***

When I woke, I was… inside. It was brightly lit, warm and clean. Cleaner than anything I had ever seen. My guns and backpack were missing, as was all my clothing. In fact… I was clean. My hair, my face, my body… it all smelled of soap. The clothes I was dressed in were impossibly soft and looked much like that which my grandfather had worn. 

I stood, inspecting myself in a way I had never been able to. The mirror above the sink was optically perfect. Not a single crack nor imperfection marred it. I had never seen a piece of glass so fine, even the small pocket mirrors harlots used were never this good. I did not know my precise age, perhaps I was in my mid-twenties, but my face was weathered, a few scars crisscrossing it. 

I tried a smile, then thought better of it, choosing instead to go for the barest grin. That looked much less menacing. My skin, now clean, was rough with a life growing up in the wastelands. Something looked off, and my head felt different. Wait… they had cut my hair. I ran my fingers through the now shorter crop that looked like the old photo of my grandfather. I was remarkably similar in appearance to him. The resemblance was now even more obvious. 

“You clean up pretty well.” A voice said. It dripped kindness, the sort of voice one might hear in the wastes from a conman. Yet we were not in the wastes, and this was a kan-sen speaking. I turned and blinked, for my eyes lit upon not just any kan-sen, but one I had read about so many times that I could not possibly mistake her for any other. She was smiling gently. The door to the room I was in open. 

She closed it behind her and set the key on the table beside it, sitting herself down on the bed. She was tall, beautiful, with that strange headdress she wore. Her buxom figure was beyond anything any Wastelander could hope for, yet I only felt an excitement one does when meeting a long-lost friend. 

What an odd sensation. 

“You’re the first human here in a very long time. What’s your name?” 

Her hair. 

“Your hair…” I murmured. It was the same steel blue as mine, a color impossible according to all I had ever met.

She smiled. “Your name, honey.”

“Alex.” I said.

“Don’t you have two names?” 

“Well, yes… but I never bother to use the other one.”

She was quiet for a moment, but I could detect a tension. She was waiting for confirmation of something she already knew. I knew it from all the times I went into the ruins to find a missing toy or keepsake for a family. They always held out hope, but when they saw me returning with only what they had been seeking, and not the individual it belonged to…

Even one such as myself could not help but share in their grief.

“White.”

I could see the tears forming in her eyes. She was such a beautiful creature. I sat on the bed beside her, resting a hand on her leg and patting it. It was a learned habit. She was still a woman in need of comfort and this was a good way to provide a gentle physical reassurance without crossing any boundaries. 

“Commander… Commander White…” She sniffed, a soft sob escaping from her. “Cole…”

Her grief was something held back for so long that even I recognized its deep-seated roots. 

“That was grandpa’s name.” 

“I know… I knew it as soon as I saw you. You look so much like him.” She turned to me and placed a finger on the scar above my left eye, tracing it to where it ended at my hairline. “When they told me, I didn’t believe them, but then they showed me this…” 

The kan-sen produced my grandfather’s medal. She turned it over in her hands as though there were nothing more precious in the world. 

“You can keep it.” I said, giving her a small smile.

She sniffed, laughing a little before drawing me into a hug. The sudden contact was a shock, but it felt so soft and reassuring that I couldn’t help but return it. 

“Um, miss…” I began after a couple minutes. 

“Miss?” She laughed. “Alex… I’m your grandmother.” 

***

It took me some time to process that statement. So long, in fact, that she had patted my arm and left, returning a short while later with a tray of hot food. The growling of my stomach roused me from my inaction, and I set to work tucking into whatever was on the plate. There were fluffy eggs, succulent sausages… then sweet, soft food I had no knowledge of yet ate anyway. I figured that if they wanted to kill me, they already would have done so. 

Plus, a kan-sen doesn’t just come out and claim family lineage. Well, at least I didn’t think so. Unless this whole thing was to gaslight me. I doubted that, however. 

“How can a kan-sen be my grandmother?” I asked her once I had finished the glass of water next to the meal. 

“Kansen. Just one word.”

“Hm?”

“You keep making it sound like it’s two words. It’s kinda cute, but it’ll get on the nerves of some of the other girls. You can just call us shipgirls as well.”

“Shipgirls?”

“Since our rigging is from ships. Plus, the wisdom cubes chose ships as the basis for our creation.”

“New Jersey, I don’t understand…” I looked at her pleadingly. 

“Ah, right… I’m sorry. We don’t really age, and it’s been so long… I… I suppose Cole isn’t around anymore?” Her mood dropped, and I felt a little guilty I had broken her previous train of thought. 

“He loved you.” I told her. My memories of him speaking of his ‘kan-sen’ were from my younger days, and while much was impossible to recall, I always remembered him paying special attention to the same book that was in my bag now.

“I loved him too, very much. Our daughter was beautiful, but… he wouldn’t have lived if he stayed here. I spent years trying to find him, but the world was much less… stable back then. The Sirens won’t attack us here. These ports seem to be a blind spot, but our defenses are up to snuff. A lone shipgirl can be taken down out in the open, and there are very few of us left that are open to even entertaining the notion of allowing a human anywhere near here.”

She sighed, giving me a rueful smile. “I’m guessing she married and had you. Shipgirls can’t give birth to boys, but I suppose that does not apply to their offspring. What happened to her?”

“She was gone one morning. Not a note, but my father was never the same. He… the things he said I shan’t repeat. I always chose to follow my grandfather, but perhaps that just made it even worse. He died bitter at the world, his will to live nonexistent. I feel she was everything to him, and I do not hold it against him.”

“How was it between you two in the end?” New Jersey asked. 

“It was what it was. I forgave him and said that I hoped he would meet her wherever he may be going. He echoed the sentiment and death took him. I sold most of our possessions and started heading West.”

New Jersey smelled good. It was such a comfort to experience the gentle scent. So this is how a woman is supposed to smell… 

A few seconds of silence passed between us as her brow crinkled. “Would you like to stay here, Alex?” she ventured. 

I smiled at her. “Only an idiot would refuse that offer. Who’s the boss, anyway?” 

“Well, it’s shared. I can kick anyone’s butt one on one and keep everyone’s spirits up, but Enterprise has always been the de facto leader. She usually has the final say, but has only gone against me a couple times. She had good reasons to, but this time I doubt she’ll object. She’s kinda intense. I suppose you have the various officers as well, like Cleveland and New Orleans.”

“Jersey…” I raised my hands in a gesture of helplessness.

“Ah, sorry… I… you’ve got a lot to learn. Why don’t we go see Enterprise?” She stood and smiled, turning around. I couldn’t help but briefly admire her figure. I know she gave birth to my mother, but… it’s not like familial bonds were formed or anything. 

I shook my head. I don’t know why I felt caught up in old world taboo. I suppose I was raised in a household of men and never had any siblings. As a child, I had been with girls, but never had I had sex with a virgin. Casual sex was common between siblings. 

“Yeah, okay.” My voice still felt strange. I wasn’t used to using it so much. New Jersey set a brisk pace down the hall and out into the sunlight. I felt as though I was in a different world. Girls were out and about, chatting and, after they saw me, gawking. I felt my face flush, the attention unusual and rather unsettling for someone used to wandering the wastes alone. 

We entered the main building, an imposing edifice with an old world symbol hanging in the front. It gleamed, polished like the day it was minted. The whole place felt unusually clean and tidy, though I did not see the girls themselves doing any work. Did they have a workforce I wasn’t aware of?

“Enterprise can be a little intense… so just relax, ok? She’s not going to bite.” New Jersey chuckled softly. 

“Enterprise bites people?” I asked, confused. 

“Ah, no, it’s just an expression…” She sighed. “Sorry, I keep forgetting that out there is… not what it used to be.”

I rested a hand on her arm. “It’s ok. I have a lot to learn.”

“That’s a good attitude. Ah, here we are.”

We had only just arrived in the lobby, but the impressive set of double doors with a brass plaque above them that read ‘Port Office’ loomed in front of us. New Jersey opened them without knocking, and a very annoyed, white-haired young woman looked up from her work. Her purple eyes flashed when she saw me, though her expression softened somewhat when she looked at New Jersey, then back at me.

“So he is of your line. Hmm…” She paused thoughtfully. “So, do you want to tell him, or will I?”

“Wait, you’re not even going to question him staying here?” 

“It’s not a matter of choice, it’s a matter of survival. We can’t… you know why we were built, our purpose still binds us, and the Sirens seem to have all but won.” Enterprise climbed up a set of stairs that led to a landing above the entrance. We followed her and were rewarded with a view that overlooked the Port, and an ornate wooden desk that sat disused. Clean, but no one had sat in the leather armchair behind it in a very long time. 

“He needs training.” New Jersey protested.

“Trial by fire.” Enterprise said, her tone clipped. “We don’t have the luxury of wasting time. I’ve been planning this for a long time. We’ll make a commander out of him even if it kills him.”

I spoke up. “I am right here, miss Enterprise.”

“The Wastelander speaks. You realize you are only here because of New Jersey, right? The only one with Kansen blood in their veins. I believe you are the only American human/kansen hybrid. You should feel honored.”

“I am grateful for your hospitality.” I said. 

“Mmm…” Enterprise made a noncommital noise. “New Jersey, show him to his quarters. I’ll be in shortly.”

“Geez, Enterprise… I know it’s been decades but…”

“Heh…” She smiled briefly. “It’s going to happen. A lot. It was part of Cole’s duty, too. He put a ring on your finger, New Jersey, and had a child with you, but you know how this works.”

“That I do… Wastelanders are pretty laid back about it, so it shouldn’t be too much of an issue…” New Jersey sighed. “Still…”

“You know, you can sleep with him too.” Enterprise grinned.

New Jersey went scarlet and tugged my arm. The carrier called after us as she took me quickly from the room, my own face red as well. “You aren’t gonna get any otherwise!”

We just looked at each other when we were in the room. I couldn’t even take in the details. I had not really thought it a possibility until Enterprise had said it out loud. I couldn’t help but look at her lithe, feminine figure, her large breasts, ample hips… 

“Alex… you’re staring…” New Jersey blushed deeper. 

“S-Sorry!” I said, biting my lip. 

The battleship looked at me and smiled ruefully, pulling me into an embrace and, without warning, pressing her lips to mine. It was quite the shock, but there was no hesitation between us, the soft texture of her skin and her feminine scent creating a wave of desire that washed over me. 

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…” she whispered, biting my lip gently before letting me go. 

“Jersey?” I said, still somewhat in shock. 

“Enterprise wouldn’t be happy if I stole her place, and I felt how excited you got. You still feel this is taboo… but you want it. Heh… I’ll make you work for it.” She grinned, but I saw the desire in her eyes as well. 

I reached behind her and squeezed her ass, giving it a light smack as well. With one last peck she departed, my erection still painfully pressing against my pants. I understood their earlier conversation and was more than ready to accommodate their needs. I looked around the room. These were supposedly the Commander’s quarters, and they were bigger than the entire house I grew up in. A large, comfortable bed, a vanity with a variety of makeup, no doubt for the girls, and a private bathroom. A wooden dresser sat off to one side, and a few other items I could not identify were strewn about the room. 

The door opened, and I whirled to see Enterprise wearing something completely different from what I had seen her wearing earlier. Instead of a uniform, she had donned some sort of dress that left little to the imagination, the hem not even fully covering her butt. The slightest movement revealed her womanhood, and her breasts were squeezed tight behind the thin fabric. A zipper stretched from the top to the bottom of the dress. 

“I can’t imagine it would be difficult to impress a Wastelander, but back when we still had the races, I would wear this to represent the team. It’s pretty risque, but sometimes it feels good to flaunt what I’ve got.” Enterprise smiled. 

I reached forward and grasped the zipper, pulling it down before she could react. Her breasts sprang apart, the material sticking to them as they spread, revealing her impressive cleavage but still hiding her nipples. 

“T-that’s against the rules!” She said, biting her lip. There was a look in her eye that convinced me it would be best to let her lead. An interesting change, but I felt an excitement tear through me at the idea. “Now, strip.”

“Alright, you’re the boss.” I said, peeling off my clothing. I was clean everywhere. Who had washed me so thoroughly?

“Oh, thank god…” She sighed, kneeling down and taking my cock into her hand, admiring it. “It’s big. Not too big, but big… oh, this will do nicely~.” She sniffed at it. “They cleaned you up, but your musk smells nice… haa… to be expected of a hybrid.”

I rested a hand on her long, soft hair, my fingers stroking her scalp gently. Her tongue teased my tip, sending shivers of pleasure into my loins. One hand stroked my shaft while the other gently massaged my balls. The shipgirl’s hot breath teased me as her purple eyes looked up to regard me. 

“This is… different. It’s so much better!” I couldn’t help but moan as she took my tip into her mouth. She sucked on the sensitive end, her tongue pressed to the very tip as a little of my pre leaked out. 

“We’re warships, Alex. If you become our commander, you’ll need to satisfy our desires as well as lead us. We operate at such a high level so often that our need for physical and emotional intimacy can seem unreasonable…” 

Enterprise paused to think. “We need genuine affection. You don’t have to run around telling every kansen you love them, but you should be able and willing to make love to each and every one of us.”

She returned to sucking my cock, taking it halfway into her mouth before it hit her throat and bobbing her head to that point. 

“I’m sure I can manage that… haa…god damn, you are good at this! I want to see that body of yours though…” I reached down to tug at the upper hem of her dress. She slowly extracted her mouth from my cock and pressed her body to me as she stood. 

She was so soft, her thighs so plump… nothing like the wasteland girls I was used to. These women… all these women… was this how it was in the old world? Enterprise seemed to be more than average, her hips not as wide as New Jersey’s, nor was she as well-endowed in the chest. Yet her beauty was apparent, her femininity exuding from her and pleasing all senses. 

“You smell amazing…” I said, her mouth hovering close to mine. It was true, here there were no traces of the cheap perfumes that hid the stench of poorly washed bodies in a brothel, or by the farm girl looking to be swept away from a life of labor that would age her quickly and ruin her already fleeting youthful splendor. “What is this?”

“We don’t wear perfume, Alex.” Enterprise said, her lips brushing mine as her breath tickled my nose. Even that smelled good, no rotting teeth nor gum disease to distract from the act of intimacy. 

“Holy hell…” I moaned as her hand continued to slide along my member. 

“We aren’t vessels for pleasure, however… many have tried to come and corrupt our beauty. However, humans prove no match for us, no matter the number. Yet you… I feel compelled to give you myself. I can only hope that it means you truly will lead us to victory.”

I wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her to me, kissing her as my other took hold of her zipper and pulled it down further. I could feel her bare breasts against my skin, her soft body hiding the innate strength I was sure was there. 

She pushed me backwards and onto the bed, climbing on top of me and unzipping all the way. The once tight material was sliding off her arms as she revealed the full splendor of her nudity to me. 

“You have experience, but I have been waiting for far too long to let you take the lead. I’d say that you need to be careful moving forward, but today and tonight you belong to me. While my mind does not fully understand the affection in my heart for a Wastelander that just so happens to be a hybrid, I cannot ignore its significance.” Enterprise positioned her hips above my cock, taking it in hand as I admired her figure. Her breasts bounced gently, each a pleasant, soft handful. Her pussy was a thin, perfect line as though she were a virgin, unravaged by lovers who cared not for the pleasure of their partner. 

I watched my cock pierce those folds, her labia parting and exposing her clit as my substantial member slowly penetrated her. 

“Oh, fuck… oh my fucking god, this is amazing…” Enterprise moaned, her body shaking as she took me further and further. She was soaking wet. 

“I could have eaten you out, gotten you ready and all that.” I said. 

“No time! N-no patience for that right now… fucking hell, your dick is the best damn thing I’ve ever had inside me… shit, I’m cumming already!?” Enterprise let out a gentle cry as she fell forward, her lips locking to mine, one of my hands reaching up to grasp one soft orb of flesh, marvelling at its size and perkiness. 

“You’re so tight!” I moaned as her pussy convulsed, her insides squeezing me so fiercely that I came as well, her blowjob already having got me so close. 

“Haah!” Enterprise collapsed as I filled her womb, my tip pressed tightly against her cervix. She was shaking. “It’s been… so long…” She whispered. “Damn it, Alex… you shouldn’t have cum so quickly.”

“I can keep going.” I told her. 

“We’ll see~.” Enterprise slowly lifted herself back up and rode me. She worked her hips against me, keeping me deep inside her as one hand clasped hers, the other still cemented to her incredible tit. 

So began an intense round of intimacy unlike anything I had ever experienced before. She was energetic and as excited to be indulging in pleasures as I was. I could feel an energy emanating from her I had no words to describe. Sweat poured from us, as she continued to ride me. I lasted through every climax she had until she was begging me to cum.

“I need you to fill me up… I want it inside me again!” Enterprise moaned, her eyes flashing with a carnal need. 

I put my hands on her hips and lifted her up before she could push her hips back down against mine again. The sound of flesh slapping together ceased, replaced only by a heavy breathing as she looked at me in expectation. 

“Get on your knees.” I said, pointing downward. She nodded in understanding and got down on all fours, her ass gently waving from side to side. I got behind her, admiring her soft, supple ass. There was a nice curve to it, a fullness I explored with my fingers. I leaned down to plant a kiss on it.

“My butt is not that impressive. Please don’t tease me, Alex… I need this.” Enterprise spoke in a husky tone that conveyed her intense arousal and desperate need. Her pussy was swollen with desire, soaking wet with repeated orgasms that had left my crotch smeared in her juices as well. 

I pressed my length into her in one fell swoop, the new position making her moan and gasp in pleasure as my cock massaged her in new ways. This had always been my favorite position as well, and I knew I would not last long. 

I planted both hands on her ass, squeezing it as she bucked against me, matching each of my thrusts even as they became erratic. The tingling sensation of an imminent, intense orgasm began at my tip and shot through me like an arc of electricity, my hips moving of their own accord as I cried out. 

“I’m cumming! Enterprise! Haa…” I thrust deep inside her, hot threads of thick cum filling the aircraft carrier with enough seed to cause it to spill over. I panted as I pushed her into the pillows, slowly continuing my thrusts as bursts of pleasure still hit me, her climax helping to extend the pleasure of my own. 

I pulled her onto her side as I fell down next to her, keeping my cock lodged inside her as I kissed the back of her neck, burying my face in her hair and inhaling her scent, my left hand reaching up and over her side to grasp her breast. 

Enterprise moaned softly as I continued to tease her. “It’s been so long… I feel… thank you…” 

She shifted herself, and with a pop, I was outside of her. She turned around and pulled me against her, the surprise of her tender kisses laced with her relief not unwelcome in the slightest. I cuddled with her for some time before we drifted off. 

Dinner was had when we finally woke up, and that was nearly as good as the sex! She kept me up all night with dessert, but I did not mind that in the slightest~.

***

“Fire! Fire now, damn it!” I yelled into the radio. The pirates were surrounding us. The small patrol fleet was not in kansen form. The Command ship I was on was a converted Cleveland class hull, built for a ship that never manifested a kansen. 

“We can’t just convert on a whim!” Biloxi returned via the radio. 

“Yes, you can, do it now!” I ordered. 

“You aren’t… ahh!” A burst of static was followed by a minor explosion, and I looked out of the bridge. Biloxi’s cruiser was smoking as the little… yellow things raced over it, trying to contain the damage. 

“No!” screamed another voice, and I with a flash of light I saw Cleveland finally take her kansen form, followed shortly by Bache. The planes were finally getting off Saratoga’s deck, and the sky was suddenly filled with AA fire and flak. 

The pirate ships were unrecognizable from the majestic vessels they once must have been, a mix of every class of ship, some of them so ancient the weapons systems were welded into place and stood out as from an obviously different era. 

“Vestal! See to Biloxi!” I ordered the repair ship. Ever since Enterprise had claimed me for the first night, she had taken a special interest in me. This was the second day of our patrol, and I still felt the desire of the short, stacked kansen medic from the night before we left. 

“Aye!” 

Cleveland, well… cleaved through two of the ships that opposed us while Bache used torpedoes to sink the others. It was over so quickly it made me wonder why Biloxi was hurt in the first place. The ships went down with all hands. The pirates did not believe in safety devices… and I did not believe in mercy. 

After weeks of bearing witness to the kinds of atrocities they committed, I took up a post to starboard and unslung my M14, aiming it towards a larger piece of the ship that was remaining buoyant. Three pirates had scrambled aboard it, screaming for help. 

I would help them meet a swift end. 

With a slow, measured breath, I pulled the trigger three times in quick succession, each one hitting the enemy right between the eyes. Their brains splattered out behind them in a fine red mist, the anti-personnel rounds provided by the shipgirls designed to kill with extreme prejudice. 

“They would have died, anyway.” The destroyer at my side smirked. 

“So they would have. But they wanted to hurt my shipgirls.”

“Your shipgirls? We aren’t yours yet, Alex. We’ll know when you’re the Commander. For now, you’re just a hybrid Wastelander.”

“Pretty impertinent attitude from you, kid.”

She laughed. “Oho? What are you going to do, spank me?”

I set my rifle down, leaning it against the railing as I turned to face her. 

“Yes.” 

She giggled again, turning to face the railing and sticking her slender butt out. Her thighs were rather plump, but her ass was pretty petite. She was petite. “What’s the matter? Cold feet?”

“You are kinda young…” I said, feeling conflicted. 

“Oh, come on. I know how things are out there in the wasteland. Stop imposing old world values just because you’re a part of the Port now. I know I’m small, but if you think I can’t handle you…” her eyes glinted in challenge. “You’ve got another thing coming. Plus, your bulge gives your true feelings away, you degenerate.” 

With that, I pulled down her shorts and landed a swift smack on her slender ass, leaving a red mark on her lovely white flesh. 

“Haa!” she cried out. 

“That should teach you a lesson.” I said, bringing my hand down again on her other cheek, giving her a matching red mark. 

I continued to spank her until I noticed the trail of juices on her thigh. I licked my lips. All of these girls were much older than I was, so it wasn’t even a question of age… more one of appearance, yet here I was gripped by a desire to have my way with this impertinent, bratty destroyer. 

I took her arm and led her onto the bridge and then into my stateroom immediately behind it. I pulled at her clothes and tossed them into a pile, pulling my own off as well as she watched with excitement. 

“Hehehe, I knew you couldn’t resist me, you dirty dog. What a nice cock!” She lay herself across my lap when I sat down. “Now, I believe you were in the middle of something?” 

I brought my hand down on her ass over and over, turning it into a lovely red sheen that made her gasp whenever I so much as brushed it with my hand. Her eyes were filled with adoration and pleasure, her moans coming freely when I slid two fingers inside of her small cunt, thrusting them gently. 

She shifted herself so that her small, nearly flat chest was showing, and I lay her on the bed, continuing to finger her while I leaned down to wrap my lips around one of her delicate nipples, sucking it gently. 

“Just like that… haa… that feels so good! You sure seem desperate to fuck me now. Where’s that reservation from before? Aren’t I a…”

I pushed my lips to hers to quiet her, her small tongue lashing out against mine, saliva stretching between us as I pulled my head back, only to have her shove hers forward, her hand reaching down to grip my cock. 

I pulled my fingers out of her, juices dripping from them as held her arms, pushing my cock against her small slit. 

“Now fuck me like the Commander you’re going to be.” Bache said, her voice dripping with lust. 

My tip seemed like it would never fit in the slender girl, but I pushed anyway, her soft folds parting to admit my cock. She moaned, shuddering as I entered her tight confines. 

“Fucking hell, you’re tight…” I moaned, thrusting gently. 

“Benefits of this compact figure of mine~.” Her giggle turned into a moan as I pressed against her cervix. The small shipgirl beneath me looked up at me with not a trace of her usual demeanor, and as we continued to have sex, she exhibited the same intense relief that others had in the weeks since I had arrived on base. 

It was hard to contemplate all of this in the moment, however, and so I returned my focus on the destroyer now on all fours in front of me, her cute ass drawing all of my attention as I smacked it gently, my cock spreading her pussy wide open. 

“You have such a cute little asshole too, Bache.” I said, prodding it gently. 

“D-don’t even think about it…” the small destroyer protested. I laughed and gripped her hips, fucking her as hard as I could, her cries of pleasure muffled by the pillow she stuffed her head into. 

Later, with her arm and leg draped about me, we exchanged tender kisses as we basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking, cum still leaking from her. 

“Ehe… you can be my commander for sure. I feel amazing. We can stay like this for a while, yeah? It feels nice to be next to you…” I kissed her forehead. 

“Of course~.” I said. I inhaled her gentle scent, the tang of our musk adding to its allure. I suppose every shipgirl needed release and relief, and that the rules of the new world were best adhered to rather than those of the old. 

***

“Hmm, seems like we’ll need to lie low for a while.” Enterprise looked at me as I sat behind the desk. I was still not their ‘Commander’, but I was nonetheless being groomed for the job. 

“Why? We have three full fleets that can use their rigging again, and we’re cleaning up the pirates handily.”

“That’s the problem.” Enterprise sighed and sat down on the edge of the desk. “I knew it was possible. I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon. The Sirens already took notice and the scouts are sniffing around again, probing our borders.”

The carrier produced some pictures, and for the first time I could put an image to the name. 

“They look beautiful.” I said. 

“Hmph, men…” Enterprise sighed again. I took her hand.

“I prefer my shipgirls, and there’s one specific carrier in general that certainly shines above these things.” I said, trying to improve her mood. 

She rewarded me with a small smile. “Flattery will get you everything.”

I stood up and pulled her into a hug, giving her a quick kiss. We had grown closer than I had expected, and she rested her head against my chest. “You have a plan though, you always do.”

“Of course… but it’s nice to be able to… be me. In front of you, I can finally be me. Decades I did my best, but after a few months, you manage to turn me into a silly girl again.” She laughed. 

I hugged her tighter. “You’re special to me, Enty. I think you always will be, too.”

“Ah, damn… you say that now when…” She pressed her lips to mine, and we retired to the couch, our lovemaking something unique thus far. She was under me, completely at my desire as I thrust. One hand on her breast, the other interlaced with hers. Soft gasps and moans echoed in the room as her legs wrapped around my waist. 

Perhaps it seems à propos I would feel so strongly for one of the kansen my grandfather spoke so highly of. I felt silly, yet excited. This felt different, and when I pulled her up against me, moving into our favorite position, the lotus, she planted the most tender of kisses on my lips.

“I love you…” she said, so quiet I nearly didn’t catch it. She was blushing heavily. 

“I love you too.” I said, and we continued, though a brilliant smile now lit up her visage. I had never seen her like this, and it was wonderful. 

Later, as we lay together, naked bodies still pressing against one another, she spoke. “I feel so foolish, Alex. I… it was the heat of the moment and…”

“It’s ok, Enty. You’ve been alone for so long.” I said, stroking her hair. 

“I know, but it’s only been a few months and… damn it. I want to go with you…” 

I stopped. “Go with me where?”

“We need you to go to Japan. They have an incredibly powerful fleet, and we don’t know if they have any commanders left, or if they have anything… we haven’t been in contact with them for sixty years. We can’t do this alone, but you have to go alone.” Enterprise explained. 

I sighed. “So I’m on my own again…”

“N-no! We have four satellites left. We’ll be keeping in contact with you and tracking your position. You’ll have the command ship. We just… we can’t risk the Sirens seeing a full kansen, and we especially can’t let the other nations think we plan on invading them.”

“So I must go alone, potentially the last Commander candidate and envoy, and maybe even the sole hybrid.” I finished. 

She nodded. We stayed as we were for some time, just enjoying each other’s company. 

***

The voyage was a long one, and often my thoughts drifted back to my time with the various kansen at the American port. I wished I could have enjoyed their company here as well, but I understood and respected Enterprise’s logic. New Jersey had spent some time with me aboard the command ship as well, though we still had not progressed to anything serious. 

Our tongues had entwined as hands went where they please, her mouth eventually ending up at my waist. The hot, wet stimulation had led to me finishing a little earlier than I had liked, but she had continued, swinging her hips over me so that I could taste her while she brought me to climax yet again, my hands sinking deep into her soft, ample ass.

I managed the same for her, and now my cabin had the lingering scent of my last encounter with a kansen. That and a parting gift from Enterprise, a used pair of panties that smelled so wonderfully of her. 

I knew I would return, the longing in my heart the first of its kind. Six months I had spent there, and now I was on my way to a country I did not know the first thing about. I spotted pirates from time to time, but, aside from one bold vessel that tried its luck, never had any issues. Even the reduced firepower of a light cruiser scared most of them off. 

Then again, as a hybrid, I had complete control over the ship. Unfortunately, it seemed I was not blessed with the capability of producing rigging like the shipgirls I had led back at the Port. 

The heavy cruiser that had tried to claim me as a prize was old, and my HE shells quickly set it ablaze, the pirate crew screaming as they and their ship burned. I took a certain satisfaction in killing them. 

Still, I settled in for the long voyage, plenty of supplies had been loaded onto my ship, and in a couple more weeks I would be at my destination. 

***

“Hey, beautiful.” I said into the radio as I came to a stop a few miles from the Japanese shoreline. There were low buildings, the small port right where Enterprise said it would be. 

“Hey Alex,” Enterprise replied. “Satellites put you close by. Please be safe, ok?”

“Not to worry, I’ll do my best to get us the help we need.” I assured her.

“Any sign of coastal defenses? Any threats?” 

“Not that I see or detect.”

“Alright… I wish I was there with you.”

“Me too, Enty. You take care of yourself, ok? When I need comfort, I’ll imagine I’m in your arms.”

“Me too, Alex… hey, I know we’ve… probably gone past the point of just being casual lovers, but…”

You don’t say.

She hesitated before continuing. “I don’t want you to think that either of us belongs to the other. I care about you, but you still have a job to do, and you will find others to love too, I just ask that, when you do return, that I am the first, and that when we are together, that I am the only one in your heart.”

“Of course, Enty. My lovely grey ghost will always get every ounce of my affections when we are together.”

We exchanged goodbyes, and I went to my cabin, taking her panties and inhaling her scent from them, taking comfort in it. I would not know how I would be treated here, or if I would be accepted at all, or if I would be blown out of the water when I tried to pull into the empty slip. 

Still, I positioned myself on the bow, hands at my side, all guns locked forward and unloaded. Radar off. I was about a half mile from shore when girls began appearing everywhere, carrying various antique firearms. When I could make them out clearly, I saw that nearly every single one of them had animalistic features. 

Ears, tails, horns… and they surely kansen, as like their American counterparts, every one of them was stunning. 

The ship came to a halt, and I raised my hands. “I am here on a diplomatic mission representing the kansen of the former United States.” 

The rifles did not lower. I did not speak Japanese, but I had been instructed on what was best to do. So I waited until they attached a gangplank to the ship. Four shipgirls boarded, three of them extremely well endowed, and one… not so much. One of them looked at me with an expression I can only describe as hunger. 

I turned to face them, lowering my arms and extending a hand. The one in the short skirt took it, her grip strong. She then pulled me against her, and I could feel her inhaling my scent, sniffing at me like a dog. I reached up and touched her ears, scratching behind them reflexively. I had only ever seen a couple dogs…

“Atago, calm down…” the other girl barked in English. 

“Takao… he smells… he smells so good…” the girl accosting me said. 

“So do you.” I said. She stopped for a moment, and then looked at me, smiling. 

“Atago, when is the last time you’ve seen a human like this? This could be Siren trickery.”

“He’s not from Tokyo, Takao. Look at him. Look at the ship… wait, where’s the crew?” Atago looked around. 

“I am the crew.” I explained. “I’m a hybrid.”

I did not speak loudly, but a silence descended over the crowd. 

“Who…” Atago whispered. The slender girl also strode up and gripped my collar, nearly shoving Atago aside. 

“Calm down, Maya…” the last member of the boarding party admonished. “We must treat our guest with respect.”

“There are no living hybrids. They were hunted down.” Maya hissed, her ears laying flat. She looked at my hair, then sniffed at me as well. “Choukai… smell him.”

“Oh my, at this rate…” She giggled. She came forward and sniffed me as well. “Hmm… this scent is marvelous, ahh…” A bead of sweat formed on her brow as she looked at me. “It has been so long since we had a commander here… or, no, the smell is not right. Hybrid, yes, Commander… no… hmm…”

No one interrupted her as she continued to think. “It’s been a very long time, but I must say, it is a welcome change. Commander-candidate, what is your name?” 

“Alex. Alex White.”

A brief pause, then… “Who is your kansen progenitor?”

“New Jersey.”

Even Takao came close as the four debated something. Then Atago broke the silence. “Commander White… we served under him, at the Azur Lane base. I haven’t… you are his son?”

“Grandson.”

“I… Nagato needs to hear about this.”

The underlying sexual tension evaporated as I was whisked away too fast to make out any details. The large building in the center of the port the obvious destination. 

***

“I am sorry, Commander-candidate Alex White, but we cannot honor your request.” A brown haired kansen with many tails stood fully upright, speaking on behalf of the diminutive battleship behind her. Nagato herself was small, almost childlike, yet was the ruler of whatever remained of Japan. 

A white haired kansen, sporting the same number of tails and matching ears, stood at her side. “Defense of our home must always come first, and we no longer have the ability to project any amount of force.”

I bowed deeply. “I formally request to speak to Nagato herself.”

“You believe that just because you came here you may make demands?” Akagi growled. 

“Not at all. I am a hybrid, and I am here on a purely diplomatic mission.”

“I shall allow it.” Nagato said, raising herself from her cushion and approaching me. I remained kneeling as the small fox-girl walked around me, her single tail swishing gently, brushing against me, tickling me. A trace of something animalistic was there in her scent, the floral gentleness of it a little immature. 

“Lady Nagato, you must…” A sharp look cut Kaga off. 

“I will do as a please. Have him brought to my quarters and prepared.”

“You would give your maidenhood to…” Akagi protested. 

“It is mine to give! I sense something about him I cannot yet explain.” Nagato bared her fangs at the other two. I carefully kept my eyes on Nagato until a hand on my shoulder caused me to look up. 

“My name is Kinu. Please come with me. We must get you ready for your audience.”

I swallowed, nodding. This delicate little thing was even smaller than Bache, and under an immense amount of protection. I was both incredibly turned on, and more than a little terrified. 

Kinu brought me to a room where she instructed me to undress. I did so, and she did the same. I admired her whipcord of a body. Her muscles were well defined, and I knew she could end me. Her breasts were petite, her hips slender, but she moved with a confidence in her nudity. 

I was, of course, completely erect. She looked down and nodded. “A fine specimen. My duty is, however, to protect Lady Nagato.”

Yet a few minutes later, she was washing me down with her body, her hand sliding along my shaft with unconcealed lust. We were covered in soap, but the juices I felt between her legs told a different story. I turned her around and pressed her against the wall, the water of the shower crashing down on us as I thrust into her. 

I felt her pussy grip me tightly, her soft moans as I thrust enhanced by my combined assault on her nipples. I ran my hands along the muscled shipgirl, finding scars there too, kissing the ones at her back as I pulled her against me, her hands covering mine. 

When we finished, we headed into the hot spring where the four of the boarding party were waiting, each of them looking like perfection. 

Atago, the one who had immediately taken a liking to me earlier, took me first, and there was not a time where I was not inside or being pleasured by one of these four shipgirls. 

I do not even recall being transported to such a soft, pleasant smelling bed…

***

The small shipgirl’s delicate chest rose and fell in anticipation, her nakedness stark in contrast to the plush crimson velvet and satin linens and pillows that made up the opulent bed. Her alabaster skin shone, anointed with oils surely more expensive than mere money could buy. 

Small red nipples topped tiny breasts, her golden irises flicking up to observe me as my eyes drifted across her body, my erection a sure sign of my enjoyment. Her ears, long and pointed, flicked slightly as she blushed, her small tail whipping around her as she sat up on her knees. 

“Enjoying the view, Wastelander?” She asked, though her cocky smile faltered. “That thing… you better get me ready.” She pointed at my cock. I shrugged. I knew I was well endowed. “Otherwise, you’ll need to answer to my familiars.”

I looked around the room, not seeing anything. “Familiars?”

“It’s a Sakura Empire thing, some of us are… I mean, look at me. What am I?” She pointed to her ears. 

“A fox?” I said. 

“Very good!” She smiled. Nagato seemed to be relaxing, though I was beginning to feel rather… amorous. More so than usual. The scent in the air was changing. I looked at her, raising an eyebrow. 

“I am in heat.” She explained, and spread her legs enough to reveal a dripping wet, if rather dainty, pussy. Her thighs, her small thighs, were surprisingly plush. I was desperate to lay a hand on her, to taste her, to partake in such… 

I had no words to describe the feeling. The closest I could come up with was conquest, but that didn’t seem right. 

I moved towards her and felt her tense up. I reached out and touched her head, gently fondling one ear as she began to make a soft mewling sound, crawling towards me and leaning forward to rest her hands on my legs as I sat cross-legged on the bed. Her small body was so close, her musk so sensual and… youthful, despite her age. She was no more skilled than a child in intimacy, though I had a suspicion that was due to her late Commander’s inability to please, pleasure, or fulfill the needs of his shipgirls, or perhaps he had an unwillingness to care for the smaller shipgirls despite their maturity. 

“Does it feel good?” I asked her. 

“Very… your name is Alex, right?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” I said, bringing my second hand up to caress her other ear, my thumbs gently massaging the floof inside of her ear as well. She was relaxing, her eyes looking into mine as she panted, her hot breath caressing my lips. 

“Alex… I’m sorry I cannot commit my forces away from their home. I do want you to have me, though. It has been so long since I have been touched by a commander, and I have never been handled so gently…”

“We haven’t even begun the foreplay.” I said, and realized. “Oh, no…”

“He always preferred the more well-endowed shipgirls. I was never enough to please him, and… it hurt. It always hurt. Please, show me what it feels to be loved.” She bared her soul to me, and my response was to gently press my lips to hers. 

A small tongue leaped out to caress mine as she edged closer to me, pressing her small body to mine. I could still feel some apprehension despite my apparent reassurances. 

“You smell nice… I mean, you smell good but, you have the smell of a nice person.” 

“That’s probably my grandmother.” I joked. 

“You’re part kansen, yes?”

“One-fourth, ma’am.” 

“Please call me Nagato… or Naga… you can call me Naga.” She smiled and gently bit my nose. 

“That was cute.” I said, laughing softly. 

She blushed. “Sorry, sometimes, when I play I do the same thing, but… did you mind?”

“Not at all. I liked it.” I said. 

She giggled and brought her arms up and around my neck, linking her hands behind me as she kissed me again and again. I ran my hands down her small, soft body, luxuriating in the purity of it. 

“You are so sexy, Naga.” I said, letting out a sigh of mild desperation. My cock was aching. 

“You’re shaking, Alex… oh, my goodness… you really are attracted to me…” She bit my nose again, nuzzling me afterward. She then backed off me and lay on her back, spreading her legs and positioning her arms above her head. I leaned over her, pressing my nose into one of her armpits and inhaling her musk, her scent barely noticeable within the spicy sweet tang of her desire. 

The little shipgirl patted my head, but I could feel her growing impatient, so I transitioned to her breasts, holding one in my hand while sucking the other. Her gasps and moans as she twitched beneath me, her first taste of true pleasure. 

“Alex! Gods that feels… haa… incredible!” She continued to moan as I kissed my way down her body, plunging my tongue into her navel as her back arched at the unexpected pleasure. 

“W-why does that feel so good? Where did you learn such things?”

“The Wasteland is a cruel place, Naga. There is little to distract oneself with other than the pleasures of the flesh. Everything else is just survival.”

“Yet you are well-read.”

“My grandfather kept a small library.”

“I wish to hear more of your story… but only after we’ve finished!” She said hurriedly. I kissed her crotch, the small patch of pubic hair there filled with her scent. My tongue slid down her thigh, sampling the juices leaking from her slit. 

“You taste amazing~.” 

“Such lewd words… haa… p-please service me properly, Alex!”

“You got it babe.” I plunged my tongue deep inside her. With a cry of pleasure I was rewarded, her soft thighs pressing tightly to my head as my mouth was suddenly filled with her cum, the tangy juices sliding down my throat as I clasped her hips, her back arching again. 

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! W-what was that??” She was gasping, her body shuddering with aftershocks. “Do it again!”

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” I asked, my voice skeptical. 

“Not like that! I remember it felt good when he would… finally finish.” She said, looking away. “This was so intense… I’ve never felt anything like it.” 

“Well, want me to continue?” I slid my tongue down to tease her butthole. 

“My butt?? Surely you… d-don’t put it… haa… your tongue is in my butt…” I lifted Nagato’s legs up and explored her rectum even further. I could feel her shudder against me as her juices leaked down and over my lips. 

“Please, Alex… please fuck me!” She begged. 

Well, who could refuse the request of the leader of the Sakura Empire? 

I sat back, pulling her small legs over my thighs and letting my tip press into her. She was looking at me with equal parts desire and trepidation, so I slid it gently into her, my cock somehow parting her slippery cunt and spreading her small pussy wide enough to admit me. 

“Oh… oh s-son of a…” She moaned. 

“You seem very well versed with American oaths.” 

“We were part of the alliance, once…” Nagato said, panting. “It’s so big, and I bet you want to put it in my butt too…” 

“Not without your consent.” I said. 

“Why couldn’t you have been my commander…” she said. I detected a wistful bitterness in her tone. 

“Well, I can be, if that’s what you’d like.” I pressed further into her, feeling her womb pressing back. I continued until her lips wrapped around my base, my cock plainly visible along her stomach. 

She propped herself up on her arms and looked in amazement at her own body. “I… I want that… and I can… I can see your cock… inside me!”

I pulled a pillow under her to make it a bit easier and she relaxed onto it. I gave her a moment to adjust and began to thrust, moaning as her insides writhed and squeezed my cock. 

Every thrust elicited another sharp moan from her, then some very animalistic noises involving something akin to a howl. Her small hands gripped the bedsheets, pulling at them as she clamped down on me, securely holding me as yet another orgasm ripped through her delicate frame. 

“Alex! I’m cumming again! W-when are you going to cum?” 

“I mean, this feels great. I don’t want it to end too soon.”

“I want you to cum inside me, I want to know how it feels!” She demanded. 

I shut my mouth before I could put my foot in it and focused on my thrusts, grunts of pleasure getting more pronounced the closer I got.  I reached down to grab her breast, squeezing it and teasing her nipple as I securely held her waist. 

“If you want me to cum, then… haa… here I cum!” A bolt of unrivaled pleasure tore through me as I filled the beautiful kansen full of my seed, her womb filling shortly and the rest leaking out onto the formerly pristine linens. She scrabbled at me, and I pulled her into a sitting position, letting her small hands dig into my back as she heaved and hissed with pleasure. 

She seemed absolutely drained as I lay her down a few minutes later, kissing her and speaking sweet nothings to her. 

“Commander… my Commander… please stay with me tonight.” She said, holding me tightly as I carefully put my weight on my arms and legs. My erection was still quite stiff, and she noticed it rubbing against her thighs. 

“I can, turn over for you… it’s ok, if you want it.” She did so, spreading her legs, pulling one up so that her cleft parted enough for me to see her leaking pussy, my cum spilling from it, and her glistening anus. It was tiny… 

“Fuck, your ass is so sexy too… how can such a small girl have such a perfect ass?” 

“I am Nagato, Commander… your Nagato.” She smiled and wiggled her butt. 

I pressed the tip of my cock into her ass, gently massaging her pert cheeks, marveling at how soft the slender girl’s stern was. Even more impressive was how easily it gave way, though it was beyond tight. 

“Damn, I thought your pussy was tight, this is a whole other level…” I pushed in slowly, her ass gripping me tightly with every inch it took. I figured I’d start easy, and thrust in with just half my length as she lay prone. 

I gave her ass a light smack, and the small yip she let out, and her flushed face, made me do it again a few more times until her anus was clutching at my base, my balls slapping against her flesh as I got on top of her, nuzzling her ears as her feet lifted up and pressed against my ass, urging each thrust. 

“My insides are throbbing…” she groaned. 

Then, I bit her ear ever so gently. 

She gasped and froze, looking back at me. I stopped, my cock bottomed out and probing her bowels. 

“C-Commander… y-yes…” she smiled up at me and rested her head. She submitted herself to me wholly, and her scent changed. It was subtle, but it was… unreal. It was as though no matter what, our pleasures would belong to each other. I felt her squeeze against me in time, and I was grateful that her first time taking it in the ass would be a pleasant memory. 

“Naga… you’re such a good girl.” I said, stroking her head as I pulled us onto our sides, lifting one of her legs up as I continued to pump my cock into her.  

She was gasping as my hand found her petite nipple and tweaked it, the resulting climax sending her squirting onto the bed. 

“If you keep making me cum, Alex… haa… m-more…” 

She was going nuts, and I was loving it. My member burned with the need to cum, and I figured that it was time to observe my handiwork, anyway. I thrust deep inside her and repainted her bowels white, filling her rectum with everything I had in the tank before pulling out of her, a couple errant strands of gossamer cum landing on her ass as she flopped onto her stomach. 

Her gaping anus leaked an incredible amount of cum, and I couldn’t help but stare, transfixed. It seemed unreal. Even as I lay next to her, stroking her ears and head, her tail swishing gently… and somehow free of cum. Wait a sec…

“Where was your tail before?” I asked. 

“Oh, I… don’t worry about it heh… I didn’t want to get it messy.” She turned over and I pulled her into my arms.

“Commander… I can promise you my  support, but you will have to win the others over. When the time comes I will be there for you no matter what.” 

I kissed her, thanking her with headpats and ear rubs. She bit my nose again and then nuzzled herself into the spot just below my neck. 

Closing my eyes, I slept on the softest, most wonderful bed I had ever dreamed of, and held the lovely leader of the Sakura Empire in my arms. 

I wondered what tomorrow would hold.

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Nagato sat by my side as we sat to palaver with the reigning gods of choice. The two kitsune were all business despite the… numerous… sexual encounters we have had. I was impressed, but they had nothing on a Wastelander when it came to conniving trickery. The one behind them was who I was scared of. Sure, I had lain with her as well, but she could see through an obsidian wall and I had to play my hand carefully.

Thus far, I had managed to re-establish contact between the remaining port in America and the Japanese shipgirls. Enterprise and Nagato had spoken at length, and then, of course, I spent some time whispering sweet nothings to the surprisingly emotionally needy carrier.

Nagato had promised support, and now we were trying to determine just how much that would entail… as well as how it would be mutually beneficial.

The hours drew on, and while I was used to waiting for hours, unmoving, for danger to pass with my M14 in my hands…. Or to bring death upon someone who had pissed off someone with money. Wastelander, mercenary, contract killer, trader, broker, middleman… and once the host of a tea party for a meat baron’s six-year-old daughter.

My time in the Sakura Empire was drawing to an end, and I would bid farewell to Japan in the morning as I set off to my next destination. I spent the last night with a shipgirl with a long, soft tail, her lovemaking gentle yet earnest. She was obsessed with my scent, and I held her long into the night.

“So… everything is wrapped up?” Naganami said, nuzzling me as I gently massaged one of her large breasts. She was half on me, half off, her lips tracing my jawline as my other hand supported her soft rear.

“Yep, Amagi proved to be the real brains behind Akagi and Kaga, and as much as I hate to say that Nagato is a puppet…”

“Then don’t, Shikikan… those are dangerous words, and even your good graces won’t save you from the powers that be here.”

“Duly noted… you pay attention. Not just a pretty face on a demure girl, after all.”

“I am who I am, but I am not stupid. I… is there any chance I could come with you?” She asked the same question so many others had before her.

“I wish I could, truly. The same worries that plagued the Americans plague all kansen.” I smiled and patted her butt affectionately.

She sighed, a forlorn thing that made me feel guilty. “Hey… don’t be sad. I’m sure I’ll see you again.”

“You’ve been here months, and it’s so easy for me to… love.”

“I love you too, Naganami. I have said it over and over but I mean it, every shipgirl I have met is precious to me.”

Naganami hugged me tightly, and I ignored the soft, wistful sobs that emanated from the destroyer. I sighed, finding that coarse strength that had allowed me to be such an effective Wastelander.

***

“I’ll check in tomorrow morning, I promise. I should be around the southern tip of Taiwan then. I’ll make some observations from a safe distance.” I promised to Enterprise and New Jersey.

“You can run silently at reduced power. Don’t risk yourself, ok? The Sirens have been… fidgety lately. They’re keeping clear of the Port but I think they smell something in the air.” Enterprise warned.

“You have the coordinated, right?” New Jersey asked, switching the topic.

“Yes, a few hundred miles south of Shanghai is where it’s supposed to be. If there’s anything left.”

With a confirmation and a few sweet words of affection, I signed off. I wondered if I was becoming too soft in all of this. Nice food, nice clothes… I didn’t want to take it for granted. The Japanese shipgirls had me in the baths so often I felt my skin would forever prune.

So I went to sleep, putting the vessel on autopilot.

***

“Wake up. Hey, wake up, asshole.” I opened my eyes to find myself face to face with a stern-faced, red-eyed, brown-haired and beautiful kansen. There was no way she could be anything else. I had been shown pictures of Sirens, just in case.

“What the…” I sat up and found myself immediately restrained. “What the hell! Fuck off, you lunatic. Why are you on my ship?”

“Your ship? I remember this type of ship. You don’t belong on it, Wastelander.”

“I’ve already met the American and Japanese kansen. Who are you?” I got to the point.

“Looks like you’ve read a few books.” She would not give up any information.

“You aren’t a pirate.”

“In this life.”

“I’m trying to work with you.”

“I still don’t plan to care.”

“What are you doing here, anyway? This is China.”

“It’s not like France is around anymore either, moron. The Americans and Japanese sit in their Ports running little anti-pirate ops, but so many of us had to move to places that Sirens didn’t care about, like much of Southeast Asia. The major population centers were wiped out, but they just… left.”

“So why stay down here?”

“Mainly because we don’t want to find out what happens when the fucking Sirens capture us.”

“Are you done yet? I’m tired.”

A smaller shipgirl walked in. Petite with white hair and… unique eyes…

“Come on, Jean… let’s just take it and go. Leave him in the water.”

“That’s cold.” I said, raising an eyebrow. She seemed cute, but… damn.

She turned her eyes to me and shrugged. “Sooner you’re out of the way, sooner I can sleep. Someone has to pilot the ship. Where’s the crew?”

“Don’t need one.”

“Fancy ship.”

“Not the ship, me.”

“Doubtful.”

“Shut up, Malin.” Jean barked.

“Wait, you’re Jean Bart!” I exclaimed. “My grandfather knew you.”

“Yeah, right, your grandfather was Commander White.” She scoffed. I was about to mention the medal, but… I had given it to New Jersey.

“That’s his M14.”

“Look… I haven’t met a Wastelander I haven’t killed, and I’m still alive so… sorry, but your ass is off this boat. On the off chance you aren’t full of shit, I’ll let you live, but I genuinely wouldn’t care if you were some part-kansen harbinger of fate.”

“I am a quarter kansen.”

She sighed. “Look man, I don’t care, alright?”

I didn’t have time to do more than flinch as she cocked her fist and let it fly. When I did wake, it was with a splitting headache, my pack, and my gun above the high tide line in a place that definitely did not seem like China… or Asia, for that matter.

The houses were unlike anything I had ever seen, but they bared no resemblance to the Japanese structures I had become accustomed to. They had a more… well, familiar look to them. Despite being utterly dilapidated and abandoned. I got up to see that the pirate kansen had at least given me my leather duster and wide-brimmed hat. Under that, I was clad in the soft pants and hooded sweatshirt bearing the logo of a long-dead maritime military force.

I picked up the worn leather pack and tossed it over my shoulder, sighing as I slung my gun over the other.

Shit.

***

“I need clothes.” I tried to say to the man who was… selling clothes.

He responded in a language I could not understand. I sighed and tried to point. He kept repeating the same thing over and over.

The settlement was like a hundred others I had seen: tents and old buildings, dirty kids and dirty whores. Men sizing me up, seeing if it was worth their time to rob me. Someone grabbed my shoulder, and I spun, reaching for my rifle.

Yet the hooded figure stepped back, holding up their hands. “It has been some time since I heard an American. He is simply asking you what you have to trade. He does not speak English. No one here does.”

“English?” I asked.

“Those clothes… you are a Wastelander from America, wearing those clothes, and… I am sorry, I merely would like to offer my assistance.”

I had a thousand questions, but I saw the crowd gathering. Whoever this was, they would kill to protect her, and I did not enjoy my odds against a hundred of these people.

“I would appreciate that… but first, where am I?”

“Italy.”

“I… don’t know where that is.”

“Europe? The Mediterranean Sea?”

“I am sorry…”

“Don’t be. That you are here is incredible, but let’s get you some clothes and on your way. These people do not trust you.”

“Do you?”

“No, I do not.”

“Fair.”

I opened my pack and laid out what I was willing to trade. A pack of dried meats, one of my blankets, a few other odds and ends. He shook his head and jabbed a finger at my gun.

“He can’t be fucking serious. I’m not trading my gun for some clothes.” I shook my head fervently.

He started saying something rapidly to the girl next to me. She replied calmly, and he glowered at me.

“He says you insult him. He merely wishes to see it.”

“I haven’t heard that one before. Last man who touched my gun… well, his last memories were me pressing it between his eyes and pulling the trigger.” Who the hell were these people?

A soft sigh escaped her, and a collective gasp rose when she lowered her hood and… the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on emerged. Long red hair, a stunning face, golden eyes…

“Holy hell…” I whistled.

“He will not steal your gun, and I will not let you kill him.” Her expression did not change. It stayed continuously soft, a small smile on her face… it felt reassuring.

I unslung my weapon and, with the greatest effort of will, released it into the waiting grip of the old trader. He ran his hand along it with great appreciation, his eyes brightening before returning it to me.

He spoke a few words to the girl. She turned to me. “He says he will trade you the finest leather he has for your sweatshirt and pants.”

These were from a locker in the Captain’s quarters. I was ecstatic. They would fall apart in days in the wastes.

I quickly agreed and went inside to change and finish the transaction, trading a few other odds and ends for some survival gear I knew I would need. I turned to the girl after I came out, clad in much more appropriate gear for what I knew was to come.

“Thank you. Can you point me toward the nearest Port with active kansen?”

She stared at me, blinking slowly. “Why would you want to go there? They kill all Wastelanders who go near.”

“Last time I told anyone anything, I… well, I am half a world away and out of contact with anyone who could help me.”

“Northeast. I can’t tell you where, but you’ll know when you find it. Three weeks walk.” She said. I nodded and pulled out my compass, finding my bearings and setting off after thanking her again.

***

I crossed my legs in front of the fire, bowing my head and meditating. I did not have my books, my mementos… all I had were the memories of the shipgirls, but if I concentrated hard enough, I could feel the soft embrace of Enterprise, the sweet kisses of New Jersey and the eagerness of Nagato. I touched my neck where Naganami had cried, and a part of me wondered if she had known.

Surely not. Who could have guessed I would end up deep in the wasteland halfway around the world? Now I rested behind another ridge, but on the other side was not salvation… it was death. I had finally seen for myself the spires of the Sirens, the great monolithic buildings that loomed in the distance and pierced the clouds.

So lost in thought was I that when the hooded figure sat by the fire, I did not register their presence at first. Not until I looked up, in all honesty. Yet I did not feel threatened. She wore a robe remarkably similar to the other girl.

“You know, don’t you?” She said.

“Yes.”

“You seem reserved.”

“The last kansen I met stole my ship and left me on the beach half a world away.”

“That is… odd behavior. I can sense you. So did Zara.”

“Zara, so that’s her name. What a beauty… so you must be the Italian shipgirls.” I concluded.

She lowered her hood and smiled. “You may call me Duca. I am a light cruiser of the Sardegnia Empire… or what is left of it.”

“I suppose they make all of you beautiful, don’t they.” I said, shaking my head. Platinum blond hair and striking ruby eyes. “I’ll be damned if the rest of you aren’t world-class beauties.”

Her laughter was musical. “Normally, Wasterlanders are struck speechless. You just keep talking.” So she took off her robe, and that had her intended effect.

I stared at her buxom chest, her bare sides, the skirt, the tights, the… holy hell.

Then, I saw her arm. “Your arm…”

“It’s a prosthetic, yes. Fortunately, it is as functional as my real hand. I control it similar to how I control my rigging.” She patted it.

“It’s cool.” I said, smiling. “I’d like to hear more about it.”

“You are a strange one, but… sure. It is my duty to evaluate you, after all.”

Yet a moment later, the fire was out, and I was being pushed to the ground.

“Help! Help!” a voice cried out. A human voice. We inched to the edge of the ridge where we saw a man running in our direction. He was dressed in white, and was clean. He was carrying what looked like a rifle in his hands.

Duca hissed at me to remain still, and in my presence she had the strength to enforce it. I could do little more than shift my M14 so that I could peer through the scope at the man.

Then, I saw one. A siren. Beautiful. Insane. Breathtaking and deadly in equal measure, she glided towards the man, apparently… laughing.

Her voice carried far as she spoke. “You stupid little human, come back home and I won’t kill you.” Her voice sounded innocent, yet filled with sadistic glee.

“Liar!” He turned and aimed the gun at her, letting loose a volley of what looked to be some sort of blue energy. The Siren chuckled as they bounced harmlessly off her.

“Aww, you thought that could harm a Purifier? Hehe.” She giggled and then was upon him. His screams rent the air as she grasped his arms and pulled them from their sockets, blood spraying briefly out from the gaping wounds as he fell to his knees in agony.

I felt the bile rise in my throat as she grasped his head and pulled, his screams intensifying until, with a great crack, she ripped it from his spine; the blood showering her briefly as she reveled in it. Such barbarism was unlike anything I had ever seen. I sighted on her, wanting to remove this horrible creature from the world.

“Don’t…” Duca whispered.

Then, she turned her eyes upon us, the glowing yellow orbs focusing directly upon mine, her alabaster face splashed with blood.

She dashed forward as I pulled the trigger.

The crack of the rifle seemed to echo around the world as the bullet hit her clean between the eyes. Duca gasped as the Siren crumpled, dead. Then, a hand lifted me and the Italian shipgirl’s once-pretty face was contorted with rage.

“You idiot! One fucking Purifier isn’t going to make a difference, and now they… how the hell did you kill her?”

“You already know that.”

***

“Fucking human. Christ, fucking goddamn fucking human!”

I was right. The Italian shipgirls were beautiful, yet their anger was unlike anything I had ever seen.

“Vittorio, calm yourself…” a green-haired one told the leader.

“Shut the fuck up, Littorio. You don’t have to clean up this mess.” Vittorio grabbed me by the collar and slammed me against the wall. “You. The only reason you aren’t dead is because precisely a quarter of you is not utterly repulsive to my senses.”

“That, and you can’t.” I told her.

“I can certainly try.” Vittorio’s rigging sprang to life, and an enormous barrel was pointed directly at me.

“If it wasn’t for me, you couldn’t even do that.” I said, my face set in a look of distinct displeasure. “Unless you want to piss off New Jersey. Last time I checked, she could sink your ass in a heartbeat, and there’s a hell of a lot more of the Union left than your Empire.”

I had to fight fire with fire. Acting like a pussy here would ensure I never got home.

Vittorio’s face reddened as she seethed with rage. She screamed obscenities at me in multiple languages, her spittle covering my face as she continued to hold me aloft.

“Are you done?” I asked her when she finally stopped.

They dropped me to the floor. I dusted myself off as a small shipgirl walked in, looking absolutely terrified. “U-um, Signora Vittorio, reports are coming back…” she held up a sheaf of papers.

“On the desk. Take him with you.”

I was led outside by the shipgirl, and then I was set upon by every kansen looking for answers. Thankfully, the girl pulled me inside a building and locked the door. She sighed and sat down in a chair.

“My name is Maestrale.” She said without prompting. “You can call me Mae, if you like. I’m sorry about Vittorio.”

I crossed my arms and regarded the petite shipgirl, her fear quickly dissipating. “You’re used to humans, then?”

“I guess? I’m not like Zara, but… I don’t know. Humans die, whatever.”

“That’s cold, Mae.”

“Like I said, I don’t care. Look, I have a lot of work to do, and you’re making me feel… I don’t know. Like you could give me something I didn’t know I so desperately needed. Hmm… well, Commander.” Maestrale favored me with a slight smile as she said this. “Not everyone cared for the old ways, and a few more would have rather there not be any commanders left.”

“Are you one of those, Maestrale?” I asked her.

“If I was, could I do anything about it?”

“No idea, though the last shipgirls I ran into after Japan stole my ship and left me for dead, more or less.”

Maestrale snorted with laughter, yet I failed to see what was so funny.

“I might be a Wastelander, but I know mockery when I see it. You’re pretty cute. Don’t ruin it.” I growled.

Maestrale sighed and shook her head. “Jean Bart. We’ve had run-ins with her before. Alright, Commander.”

“Just call me Alex, alright? My name is Alex White.”

“Everyone knows that name. Just Alex, okay? To anyone else around here for now, just introduce yourself as Alex. Anyway, could you throw me a fuck and then do the same for Duca?” The small shipgirl stood up and began to partially disrobe, pulling off her panties before I could so much as say a word.

She hopped up onto the desk and spread her legs, showing off her small cunt, labia slightly parted to reveal the pink of her insides against the cream of her skin. She was small, but I had already learned that meant exactly nothing in shipgirl terms. Nagato had been small, so had Bache. They fucked harder than most I had lain with.

I unzipped my pants and didn’t waste time, pressing my cock against her wet cunt and pressing into her. “Fucking tight…” I moaned as she clenched down on me.

Maestrale hissed. “God, it’s been too long… oh fuck, your cock feels fantastic! Commanders are good for something, Alex, and trust me, I’ve tried regular humans and just… meh. Academically they can make me cum, most of the time, but there is just… something about a proper dicking.”

“Just shut up, Mae.” I said, pressing my mouth to hers and pulling her slender body against me as I thrust deep into her, my tip smashing against her cervix as her tongue slid around my mouth like a restless pathfinder.

Pushing one hand under her uniform, I felt for her nipples, finding them and massaging the stiff buds until they softened, her small breasts warm in my hands. When I tried to break the kiss, she threw her arms around my neck and I stood, the two of us locked together, my hands on her small ass, her body light and easy to hold.

I thrust like a man possessed, her pussy responding to each inch I drove into her. She was lifting her hips and slamming them down, matching my rhythm and pushing harder against her cervix each time.

I pushed her against a wall, continuing to fuck her like that until I felt her power awaken enough for her to briefly break the kiss and look at me in wonder, then push me to the floor in a fluid motion I could barely track. She was suddenly astride me, and my cock was all but completely inside her.

“Are you ready, Alex?” Maestrale asked, and I was about to ask ready for what?

Then I felt her cervix dilate and my cock thrust completely into her womb. The shipgirl screamed out in pure bliss, cumming and squirting, eyes rolling into the back of her head. I dumped my seed deep inside her, gripping her soft thighs and pinning her to my cock as I filled her womb with enough to cum to all but guarantee her pregnancy.

She collapsed on top of me, wheezing. The two of us were covered in sweat, more time than I had suspected passing while we had sex. I made myself as comfortable as I could, and considering this wasn’t some dirt hut in the middle of a shitty farm… well, we had landed on a thick rug and I was more than content to lay there was a small shipgirl impaled on my cock, cum leaking from our union.

***

I knocked on the door to Duca’s small villa, and a moment later she opened it, smiling. I was taken aback by her sudden shift in demeanor from earlier.

“It’s certainly late. Are you looking for a place to stay?”

I scratched the back of my head, a rueful smile on my face. “I was kicked out.”

“Oh, Maestrale used to do that all the time, back in the day. Don’t look so surprised… she comes off as the bookish young female, but she’s got an appetite to rival that of Littorio. Plus, I can smell it on you.”

“She actually suggested I come here.”

“Of course she did… I… hey, you’re staring.”

I couldn’t help it. She was in a sheer nightie, her prosthetic arm was nowhere to be seen. The soft curve of flesh where her arm ended below her elbow was never something I thought I would see on a shipgirl.

On one hand, I didn’t want to fetishize it, but on the other, it was all I could do to not caress it, to kiss it and revel in the tale of its loss. Shipgirls were nigh on indestructible.

“I’m sorry, I just…” I paused. Duca was blushing.

“Do you know why Maestrale sent you here instead of to one of the others?” Her gentle voice and sudden demure demeanor was at odds with the girl I first met at my campfire.

“Because you were the first one I met?”

“Not quite. Maestrale might be a horny little slut, and Libeccio will milk even the hornist human dry, but the former has a particular talent. To keep it short, she sees you as compatible with me.” The blush deepened.

“I… I’m glad to hear that. I have no idea what it means, though.” I said, the heat in my cheeks rising as well.

“Just… come here.” Duca pulled me against her, and the press of her lips to mine was enough to awaken every desire inside me. Her grip was fierce, as was her kiss, but in it I understood everything. I cupped her breast with one hand, and she responded well, pushing her bust into it before breaking apart.

“Wow…” I said, taking a few deep breaths.

“Come on, take a bath. I don’t want my lover to smell like the sex he just had with another girl.” She took my hand and led me into her home.

***

Relaxing in the large tub filled near to the brim with piping hot water was nigh on as luxurious as the hot springs of the Japanese. I sighed with pleasure as Duca slipped in beside me, the both of us washed and clean.

I reached an arm around her and took the soft flesh of her right breast into my hand. She wrapped her left arm around me and drew me closer to her.

“We’ve spent some time together, but shipgirls seem to move quick.” I remarked, and Duca waved with her stump towards the bay.

“Weapons don’t have time for silly games, Alex. I know what I am, and before you say that old cheesy line that I am more than a weapon, please have some respect. I am not unhappy with what I am, and to be frank… if Maestrale says we’re compatible beyond anything you could hope for with the others, then I will happily accept that.”

“I want you.” I said.

“I know. I’ve known since we met. Your appetite is obvious, and I am sure that you have lain with many a woman, and shipgirl now, and that you will only hunger for it more. All Commanders have. Yet here you are mine, not even Veneto may steal you from me.”

I shuddered. “Veneto… Beauty and bitch.”

“Don’t be too critical of her.” Duca smiled. “She is doing her best. Without her we would have been… well, we can make a difference, and I know she will support you at the end of it all. Truth is, I have a feeling you saved both our lives when you killed that Siren.”

“You think so?”

Duca nodded and put her mouth close to my ear.

“How about I show you how grateful I can be?”

I turned my head and took hers into both my hands, brushing lovely platinum curls aside before pressing my lips to hers.

She swung over my legs and rested her arms on my shoulders, our tongues meeting and embracing in the warm darkness of our mouths, her red eyes peering deep into mine.

“Say it!” She asked.

“I want you, Duca.” I said, my voice husky with need.

“Yes, yes… oh, it’s been so fucking long! You’ll have plenty of time to romance me later. For now, just fuck me!” She moaned, and I lifted us out of the water. She turned around and presented her ass to me, her pussy dripping with more than just water.

I pressed my cock against her slit, and her folds parted delicately to admit me. Her ass glistened with the water, and I took hold of it, gripping the soft flesh in my hands as I thrust deep into her.

“Your cunt is hotter than the bath, Duca! Fuck, it feels great!”

“Harder, harder!” She cried out as my thrusts quickened. I brought a hand down on her ass, leaving a bright red handprint in her white flesh.

“You Italians like it rough, don’t you.” I stated, bringing my hand down again.

“Prove her right! Come on, I’m so close, just this first time I want it, I want it so fast… it’s been so fucking long!” Duca was shaking beneath me. Hell, her pussy was squeezing me tighter than even Maestrale!

“You want me to fill you with cum, don’t you!” I cried out, grabbing her hair and pulling it. She lifted her head to look at me, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth as she panted rhythmically.

“Yes! Fill me up, I’m so close… just shoot it into me!”

My climax was intense, Duca squeezing down on me like a vise. I filled her womb and she collapsed, shaking and moaning as her climax left her shivering, her face a mask of ecstasy as she regarded me.

I helped her into a sitting position and cradled her against me, taking her stump into my hand and stroking it. She nuzzled me affectionately and rested her head against my chest.

“That was incredible… I needed that so badly, but I think you’re still good for a few more, if this guy is any indication!” She stroked my cock.

“Oh, absolutely.” I grinned.

We made love on her bed, looking at one another in the missionary position, then in the lotus, then while standing as I pressed her to the wall, biting the nape of her neck as her ass pushed back against me.

I pinned her arms to the wall as I took her, dominating her as she gave herself completely to me. Yet I was still hard after multiple rounds.

She shook her head. “I can’t believe it… you really are a Commander. I’ve cum so much I can barely think!” Duca lay on her stomach, prone, as I stroked her ass, appreciating her profile.

I pressed a thumb against her anus, and she giggled. “I thought you might want that, too.”

“You have such a nice ass, and this…” I pressed a finger into her butthole.

“Ahn~. Just sticking it in like that~.” Duca turned her head to look at me. “You want to have me just like this?”

“Yeah.” I said, licking my lips.

“Come on, then… take my ass, Alex!” Duca wiggled her butt as I mounted her, sliding my cock between her thighs where plenty of natural lubricant lay. Then, thinking that I should take this opportunity, I pushed myself down and spread her cheeks with my hand, plunging my tongue into her asshole without a second thought.

The scent of her cleft aroused me further as I explored the ridges of her insides, and before I could stop myself I was on top of her, my cock pressed deep into her ass as she let out great cries of passion. I could feel her ass tightened against me as I thrust deep into her, my body pressing hers tight to the bed as I dominated the shapely shipgirl.

I shuddered in delight as I held her arms down, burying my face in her sweet smelling, soft hair. I did not last long, my seed filling her bowels as my climax shook my body, sending pangs of pleasure through every limb…

Yet there was more left in me yet…

***

“I need to come with you. I want to come with you.” Duca said, holding one of my hands in both of hers, the sheet falling from her large breasts distracting.

“I don’t know if…”

“Damn it, Alex… don’t make me beg. I know what love feels like.”

I felt the same way, but it seemed so foolish to utter those words right now. “What about…”

“No, no ‘what about’s’ and nothing about ‘duty’ or ‘fleet.’ The world is fucked and I have one damn thing in it I can feel for. I know you will be with other shipgirls just as you were here. I know you will lie with more before you go. I know you have others close to your heart but that’s ok, I know this world wouldn’t allow for the two of us to elope. I just want to be by your side. I want to be with you, but I also want to help kill some more fucking Siren cunts!”

Duca was trembling. I drew her close to me and kissed her. “Alright, Duca, alright. I’d love to have you along.”

Duca was right about the other things as well. She even brought her sister over that morning, and Giuseppe proved to make for an incredible threesome. Watching Duca eat her sister’s pussy while I took Giuseppe’s ass was something I’ll never forget!

***

New Jersey scrutinized the horizon. The tracking system had led them right to the missing Command Ship, but it was not sending or receiving any signals. It was a trap, but there was no fleet that could stand against the Americans en mass.

The ensuing fight was almost a joke, and even the cornered Jean Bart had to admit defeat… but not before…

“You fools! You decide to trust a human again after so long? I’d rather die than be so stupid…”

“Where is he, Jean.” New Jersey’s voice had an edge to it that few ever heard, yet Alex was missing, and she was willing to do anything to see him safely home.

“The idiot? What’s the matter? You want to fuck him?”

“That idiot has my blood in his veins!” New Jersey snarled and struck out, catching the other shipgirl in the chin with her first.

Jean just stared at her in shock. “Oh, shit. We just… dumped him on a beach. We had all been drinking and…”

New Jersey backed up and aimed her guns at the pirate.

“Look, I’ll help you find him! Just-“

New Jersey fired.

***

The global system of satellites was in tatters, sure, but there were so many that most stayed more or less operational. The Sirens were a dimensional entity, not a spacefaring one, and could no more survive in a vacuum than we could.

Even as the years went by, the military satellites continued to operate with nominal performance. Their use was drastically reduced, but in this instance, it allowed them to track the Command Ship. They also facilitated communications, but currently only the American ships made use of them, and consequently were the only shipgirls left on the planet who knew more or less what was going on.

***

Jean Bart was on her knees, her body quaking as she looked up at New Jersey with wide, terrified eyes. There was no remorse in those steel blue irises, and even the other American ships were giving her a wide berth.

“You… I’m not… how?” Jean Bart trembled. “I sensed it… I see now, he is a Commander… only a Commander can unlock the killing potential in us, and…”

“I’m not interested in slaughtering my own kind, if it can be helped. You’re not an even match for me in the best of conditions, and executing you while you grovel like a dog before me would bring me nothing but disgust.” New Jersey had never felt such anger in her long life, and her voice reverberated with it.

“Europe, somewhere along what used to be the Med. Look, New Jersey…”

“Shut up and listen. Tell your little pirate and privateer friends, tell all your contacts about this. I won’t extend this mercy again.”

New Jersey felt so unlike herself that her stomach was turning sour. Yet she had to be strong for Alex. She felt a passion for him, not unlike the one she felt for his grandfather, and wanted nothing more than his safe return.

He would never go out alone again, that’s for sure!

Chapter Text

Siren War, The Final Days

“We have to leave!” The Commander said, pointing to the display screens that showed the impossible number of Siren forces congregating upon the outpost.

“No.” Said Commander White. “We will not! If we leave, they all die.”

“Who cares!” The other said, voice dripping with fear and disgust. “They failed.”

“Yours gave their life for you, and yet you still speak of them that way? We lost one of our best assets because they valued the life of their lover over their own. She died for your sake, and yet you wish us to flee and certainly die, and cause the deaths of the rest of them?” Commander White’s anger was at a boiling point, yet he continued to calmly target and launch the last nuclear munitions stored in the bunker, the automated loaders barely keeping the tide of Sirens, all kinds of them, at bay.

“I’d rather take a chance to live than die protecting those that couldn’t even do their damn job!”

“You are a disgrace, Z. Whoever decided you should be a Commander deserves to lose their job.”

“You were the one who decided!”

“I know.” Commander White drew his gun before the other Commander could. “I won’t be a Commander for much longer. New Jersey is safe, that’s all that matters. Every second I delay the Sirens means we will save more kansen, and my daughter may have a future after all, and if not her, then my descendants… humanity, even. You are not above all of them.”

“Screw you!”

With that, Commander White was soon the only person in the fortified outpost, the other commander fleeing through the underground corridors to a messy, almost certain death. Commander White locked the door and engaged the blast doors before detonating strategic charges. The only way he would be leaving was with an excavator, but there would be time for that later.

Still, he sighed. His friends and colleagues were dead, or soon to be, or turned to the will of the fucking Sirens. Yet he did not falter even as they finally reached the outpost, and made sure that every weapon there that couldn’t be used against the Sirens would never be used by them.

***

Present day, location unknown

A ringing in my ears made me groan as I tried to lift myself up. A pair of hands pushed me down, and the smiling, beautiful face of a kansen I had never seen before spoke soft, heavily accented words.

I didn’t catch them, my eyes closing as my head swam. A wave of nausea washed over me and I felt myself retch. A moment later, a disgusting, sickly sour liquid left my body via my mouth and ended up in a waiting bucket. Crashing back against the pillow, I closed my eyes and sleep blissfully took me away again.

When I opened my eyes again, there was no nausea, and it was slightly warmer, and my hand was in between two delicate ones. I turned my head and saw a beautiful girl with unbelievably blue eyes and long, white hair done up in two braided tails.

Her English was heavily accented. It wasn’t just my mind playing tricks on me. “Ah! Comrade, you’re awake!” She smiled and reached for a cup, handing it to me. I drank it, coughing as I realized it was vodka, the alcohol burning as it went down. “Drink, no, you musn’t throw it up!”

“Russian?” I coughed, sitting up with her help.

“There is no Russia anymore.” She sighed. “They are all gone. It is just me. Well, me and Pirozhki, and sometimes Pamiat when she wants to show up. The rest…”

A deep sadness emanated from what I recognized as an eminently cheerful girl. Or perhaps had once been.

“What’s your name?”

“I am Avrora, Comrade Commander.”

“How do you know I’m a Commander?”

“You are THE Commander. The last one. I have heard rumors, from the Germans who will talk to me. I am mostly alone.” Avrora squeezed my hand. “Please, Commander…”

“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you.” I smiled at her and was rewarded with a big hug, her lovely form pushing close to me, and then her lips pushing to mine. The warmth of her kiss and the intensity of it melted me right then and there, and I knew that yet another shipgirl had a grip on my heart.

“Thank you so much!”

More kisses, and then she climbed into the bed with me, pulling herself under the covers and pressing herself against me.

“What happened, though?” I said, needing to know why I was here, wherever he was.

“Love me first. It has been far too long and a Commander can love his shipgirls without reservation and in totality.” Avrora pleaded.

I could feel her shuffling out of her clothing beneath the covers, pushing them off over the side as the warmth of her nude figure pressed against me and made me forget all about the cold that otherwise surrounded us.

I made to push the covers off and she held them up.

“What’s the matter? I don’t mind scars.” I said. Avrora laughed and shook her head.

“While I have a few of those, and I am proud of them much like I admire your scars I have been taking care of you for a week now and have been… unable to do much other than sleep every now and then and keep you clean and seen to.”

“Wait… if I was under for that long, how am I able to…”

Avrora shushed me. “Not all technology is lost, but some of it requires… constant monitoring, as much as I am able. Staying under the sheets makes it so my body odor isn’t so unpleasant.”

I snorted. “Avrora… I am a Wastelander.”

“Was.”

“Semantics. Anyway, if you think…”

“I… have some limited body hair, which…”

Avrora’s pillowy lips were sweet as I pressed my own to them. She surrendered herself completely, spreading her legs and grinding her crotch against my cock. Her warm, wet pussy seemed almost demanding. Despite my intense arousal, I stopped myself from pushing into her.

Sitting up, the blanket fell back off us and the creamy white skin of her breasts were topped with two petite pink nipples. I pressed my hand into one of them, squeezing the soft, ample mound gently.

“Are my breasts to your liking, Comrade?” Avrora asked as I worked my fingers into the soft flesh. Her blue eyes shone as I caressed these soft, sensitive breasts.

Shapely, perky, and without a single flaw.

I removed my hands from them and lowered my mouth, sucking her breast with great need. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me to her.

Now that I was so close, and her arms were raised, I could indeed smell the scent of her stale sweat and musk, and something lighter, gentler beneath those, but well masked.

It turned me on even more. All shipgirls smelled good, but this… this was something else. Normally shipgirls were sticklers for bathing and appearance, and while body hair and an off odor were not uncommon to deal with in my previous life, I had almost forgotten them now that I had been with only kansen.

Avrora was a breath of fresh air. Well, fresh air fragrant with her increasingly intense scent as her arousal increased the potency of her musk.

“Comrade, you’re sucking it so hard! Hehe!” Avrora giggled. I raised my head and kissed her again before grasping her right wrist, holding it above her head. “Surely you don’t…”

I did. I planted my face right into her armpit, inhaling deeply. I barely had time to register the trimmed, soft hair there, but soon my nose was pulling every breath through them even as they tickled me.

The intense scent had me hard already, as hard as I had ever been, and the creamy white skin of this northern woman felt so good beneath my hands. I felt like I could cum at any moment, and it was Avrora who broke before I did.

“I need this, Comrade! I won’t wait any longer.” Avrora pushed me back and had me on the bed, but I twisted as she tried to get down on me and I ended up on top of her.

“Haa… you tease me!” She let out a moan in her thick accent as I pressed my throbbing member deep into her cunt. She was so wet it slid in without resistance, and the heat of her insides was enough to immediately push me over the edge so long had I gone without intimacy.

“Ah, fuck… haa… w-why is your face so red?” I felt flushed with embarrassment as well, but then I recognized the feeling of her pussy massaging my dick, her moans and slightly arched back betraying her orgasm.

“I came when you put your cock in me… it’s been so long…”

“Yeah… been a bit for me, too.” I said, and started thrusting slowly, my cock still rock hard inside her.

“Oh? You can keep going? You really must be made of shipgirl stuff, Comrade. Fuck me hard, don’t hold back!” Avrora moaned as she propped herself up on her hands, arching her back. The curve of her large, soft breasts, perfectly perky and as alluring as the devil herself, caught and held my attention as shifted our position so that I was on my knees, her legs wrapped around my midsection and my arms gripping her waist.

“Never seen a Russian shipgirl before you… you all this fuckin sexy?” I asked, my gruff voice rough with desire. I wanted to dominate her.

Avrora sat up, pulling herself towards me, her hands around my neck. “These scars… bullet wounds, blades, blunt objects, and even a couple burns… you’d never be on the cover of a magazine.”

“A magazine?” I asked, not understanding.

“Never mind. You know what I think, though? I think they make you even sexier. Your dick has got to be the best thing I’ve had in so long!” Avrora moaned, slamming her hips against me as cum leaked out between our union. She avoided my question.

I pushed us forward and pinned her against the bed, slamming my hips into her as she screamed for more, demanded it, and roughly pressed her mouth to mine. I didn’t think that kissing could be so rough, but our lips bruised against one another as her tongue forced its way into my mouth and sought mine.

I could feel her teeth on my lip, pulling it as I pressed her legs to her sides, keeping her pressed in a breeding position, my tip slamming against her cervix and threatening to push it wide apart.

Avrora was crying out words I didn’t understand. Her eyes locked to mine. “Cum in me, inside me!” She demanded.

“Not before I get to see that sexy ass.” I growled and pulled out of her, turning her over and giving her soft, sexy ass a hard smack. The swiftly fading red of my handprint was secondary to her swift assumption of the position, her ass in the air. I thrust my cock deep inside her dripping hole and pounded her pussy with everything I had!

The wet slap of our sweaty skin, the stink of our sex and musk… I could have reveled in it forever as I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back until she lifted her body, slamming herself back against me as I reached around to get two great handfuls of supple breast flesh. I pinched her nipples, pulling and teasing them as her hands reached back to wrap themselves behind my head.

I buried my head in one of her armpits as I thrust deep inside of her, my cock engorging as my climax swiftly came.

“I’m cumming, Comrade! Cum with me!” Avrora cried, and pleasure ripped the nerves along my cock and clenched something deep inside of me as I filled her womb with my seed.

Great hot threads of cum poured from my tip as we fell forward into the soft bed, my body pressing hers down and keeping her still even as tremors from the first true orgasm she’d had in years continued to leave her at my mercy.

“That’s it, that’s it… you’re mine now.” I said, growling softly like some animal. It only occurred to me later that it was something within the Russian shipgirls that was bringing this out, as it would happen with Kiev, Tashkent, Murmansk, Pamiat, Sevastopol, and Grozny as well.

“Yes, yes… of course, Comrade.” Avrora squeezed my hand.

I rolled off of her, and she immediately attached herself to me, kissing me deeply. “I’m going with you when it is time for you to move on. I refuse to stay.”

“Of course.”

“I love you.”

“So quickly?”

“Da. I lost my first love to the fucking Sirens, my Comrade Commander. You hold the title now.”

“I’m sorry, Avrora.”

“Ach…” The shipgirl made a dismissive noise and kissed me on the lips. “That is ancient history.” Her body against mine was making the little Commander stand at attention, and she noticed, climbing on top of me and taking it into herself without hesitation.

“Haah…” Avrora moaned.

“I love you too.” I said, something inside of me urging me to say it. She had saved my life and nursed me back to health, but…

“Comrade, say it to me when you mean it.” Avrora chuckled, and leaned over me, pressing her full body against mine as she rode my dick slowly.

“I’m sorry.” I said.

“No, no…” Avrora nuzzled me. “I have you now. I have you and you have so many others to care for, but you are my only one. I can share, no problem.”

So we made love once more, the feeling of intense mutual satisfaction bringing me closer to realize what she meant. I cared about her, and I wanted more, but she was right. Love was hard.

***

“Vodka?”

“Just drink it.” Avrora said, and I had a swallow of the strong stuff. Looking out the window, we had some time before the blizzard blew itself out.

“We have plenty of supplies, but we’ll have to move when it’s over. Pamiat usually shows up after these things and she’ll have some info I asked her to get. I need your help… but first I need you to tell me about a few things.”

“Like what?” I asked. She was pressed against me as usual, her need for physical affection greater than I had ever seen.

“Why were you so far north?”

“Well… I remember leaving with Duca, the Italian shipgirl, but after a few weeks, she pulled something out of her bag. She said it was some device that could send messages over satellites, and then told me she needed to leave at first light, and head back.”

“How was she?”

“She’s beautiful, and very sweet. She has a prosthetic arm, too.”

“Comrade…”

“Alright… she was an incredible partner. I miss her. But I have you, and I would never compare. You’re incredible, Avrora. Beautiful, kind, and insatiable!”

“You sweet talker… so what was it about?”

“No idea, she just apologized. We spent one last night together. She cried herself to sleep in my arms after we made love. I didn’t know what to do but when I said I would return with her, she was so vehement in her denial… said I had to keep moving north or I’d be in danger.”

“You want to see her again?”

“Very much. I’m a little worried.” I sighed.

“Don’t be, they made shipgirls of stronger stuff than even you.” Avrora traced her favorite scar. It was one of the meaner ones, a long, thin, and awfully jagged thing that started at my shoulder and ended at my elbow.

“Tell me about this one.” She asked.

“Sure. I was staying with this farming family, hunted a coyote that had been killing their chickens. It was a scrawny, mangy thing, and I ended up burying it after I hauled it in to show them the proof. Farmer fed me, had his wife clean my clothes, and had his daughter share my bed. Pretty enough, but… I’ve been spoiled now.” I laughed as the shipgirl swatted at me playfully. “Farmer had a son who was madly in love with his sister, or the girl I had plowed until she was a drooling mess, her noises so overt it was no wonder he heard us.”

“Oh, shit…” Avrora’s finger reached the end of the scar and then started tracing it back up. She settled herself down in my lap as I grew quiet for a moment, grabbing the bottle of vodka and taking a pull, swishing it in her mouth before handing it to me. I did the same.

Her bare body against mine was supremely comforting, and she laid her head into the hollow of my arm, nuzzling my armpit and gently sniffing at my scent. She had said that if I got to enjoy hers, then it was only natural for her to enjoy mine. Her pussy felt hot against my cock, her pubic hair tickling me.

I had grown oddly fond of her aromatic body hair, especially when we lay together in a 69 and I could nuzzle it as much as I wanted as she got her fill. Hell, I had eaten her out to completion many times over the past week just so I could enjoy it more.

“He jumped on me, screaming that no one could have his sister but him. His eyes… his eyes were wild. He was one of the unlucky ones with the Sick, and I realized that was why they had kept him locked away. He had broken out of his room and grabbed the first thing he saw.”

“What’s the Sick?” Avrora asked.

“Makes a person… wrong. Their mind won’t work right, their eyes get all weird and glow, and they get violent at the smallest thing. Anyway, he grabbed a saw and took it to my arm even as it was still around his sister. She woke up screaming, and I threw him off me as quick as I could, but he was strong. Everyone with the Sick is. Unnaturally strong.”

“A saw?” Avrora shook her head in disbelief.

“His Father came in and whacked him good with a piece of wood, knocked him out cold. They were terrified I’d want vengeance or some useless shit like that, but I just asked them to stitch me up, give me a meal and a bottle of something hard for the pain, and send me on my way.”

Avrora raised her hips, and I slipped inside of her with ease. Her kiss eased the memory, replacing it with something much better. I had long ago forgotten the agony of that wood-saw on my arm, cutting deep into my flesh and muscle… and the equally painful stitch of the mother as she sewed me back up, half the alcohol going to just sterilize the wound.

The ugly scar contrasted with the lovely thing in my lap, the girlie who rode me and kissed me, and who would be one of the few to stay with me until the very end.

***

“Fuck!” Avrora cried as I finally slipped deep into her ass, her hips trembling as her anus finally wrapped around the base of my cock.

“Your ass is so goddamn tight!” I moaned, thrusting into her and keeping her pinned against the wall.

“It’s… haah… it’s so fucking big in there!” Avrora let out a moan as my smooth thrusts brought me completely back into her again.

I had convinced her to let me try it, and it had taken quite some time of ass eating to get her ready but it was so worth it. Now her ass wrapped tight around my cock, her insides squeezing against me as my hips moved faster and faster.

It didn’t take long for me to cum. Even she had a small orgasm from it. Nonetheless, for a while afterward, she wasn’t interested in anal. One day, however, she came back to me, admitting she had been playing with her butt and that she wanted me to have it again.

***

“You were barely coherent when I found you huddled next to the fire. You’re lucky it was me.” Avrora handed me a cup of coffee and I sipped it, watching the edge of the storm move away from the small house.

“I appreciate it, but what’s out here? You haven’t…”

“Ah, Pamiat is here.” Avrora avoided my question as she had for the past few days about why she was so concerned about facing other shipgirls. “Pamiat!” She cried out as she threw the door open.

The other shipgirl waved back and came inside, and immediately I realized that something was off about her. She seemed carefree, happy-go-lucky… but one of her eyes glowed with a malicious light that I could tell she was trying to keep at bay.

“Heya! Avrora, this guy… ooh.” Pamiat jumped on me and pushed her face into mine, sniffing me. Her one normal eye was bright and full of light and life, the other just regarded me with that baleful glow. “He’s special… but… no… are you a commander?”

Her direct question got a chuckle out of me, and I nodded. “At your service.”

“A new Comrade, and he’s a Commander! Ah, you keep… sorry, here.” She pulled an eyepatch out of her pocket and slipped it over the eye, grinning. “Sorry, I’m perfectly fine. The ah… well… yeah. We just call it the Virus. Anyway… yeah, let’s just get this out of the way.”

Pamiat pulled me into the sole bedroom and closed the door as Avrora laughed. I had her pinned to the wall, her large breasts pressed into it as I took her from behind, my cock piercing her cunt as her ass rolled with each slap of my hips on it.

“You’re so plush… what a sexy, lewd body!” I said, pulling her head back and pressing my mouth roughly to hers. She moaned loudly into the kiss, her insides tensing up on me.

“We can make love later, and talk even more. Just fuck me!” She begged, and I did, slamming my cock into that tight cunt of hers and pulling her back, grabbing her wrists as she bent over, my tip driving against her deepest parts with each thrust.

Later, after the promised lovemaking session where she rode me like my cock was going to disappear at any moment, Avrora came in and joined us. She was naked as well, and after a further round to keep things fair…

I was bushed, and it was about eleven in the morning. I closed my eyes and listened to them speak in Russian as I fell asleep, two warm shipgirls keeping me cozy beneath the thick blanket.

When I woke later, they were both asleep. I got out of bed and pulled a can of stew off the shelf, starting the stove up and tossing the contents in before going back to grab a pair of something to cover up my lower half. The two of them were sound asleep, the sun well past its zenith. I thought about waking them, but enjoyed my meal in solitude.

It was delicious, and I washed it down with good old-fashioned water. Avrora could drink! I needed a break from the stuff…

“Sleep well?” Avrora asked as she slid into the chair across from me. She was dressed in her nightie, the sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination.

“Mhmm, you?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Pamiat. The Virus… it nearly took her, but she escaped it. She’ll always have that eye as a reminder. Thank you for not judging her. Also, for fucking her brains out. She needed that.”

I snorted. “Seems to be a running theme.”

“Very funny, Comrade.” She reached over and took my hand, stroking my palm.

I smiled at her and stood, pulling my chair next to hers before sitting back down, pulling the beautiful girl closer to me. “I love you, Avrora. I will help you.”

Avrora sniffed, and it took her a minute to get her emotions under control. “Thank you. I love you too. Please save us.”

Wrapping Avrora in my arms and holding her made me realize that I truly did care for her, but more than that, I cared about her future… I cared about all the shipgirl’s futures. The man who wandered the wastes in the search of the famed Port and its kansen, concerned only for his own survival, seemed so far away now.

I enjoyed a couple more nights with the two, delighting in their love as we explored every inch of one another. The work would come soon enough.

***

The Snowy Wastes, somewhere south of Moscow.

0400: Kansen Containment Facility 1

A Siren City. Huge, imposing, and surrounded by what seemed like impassable walls. A prison, a hell on Earth. Nothing but misery and exploitations, humans exploited and killed daily, working in enigmatic machines. Fuelling them as well. It was the closest I had ever been, and it was still well off into the horizon.

The facility, on the other hand, was a ramshackle affair. An old Soviet warehouse that hadn’t looked good when they had built it. Now it was little more than a ruin with power.

We only had one shot at this. I kept the M14 steady on the ridge, a small bag filled with sand keeping the barrel out of the snow. Avrora and Pamiat had melded into the surrounding landscape, and I was grateful for the cold weather gear that Avrora had provided me with.

“There it is.” Avrora almost snarled. “Pamiat tells me we have multiple unaffected shipgirls inside here…”

“For whatever reason, the Virus didn’t work on them.” Pamiat said, her voice dripping with the same hatred as Avrora’s.

I chose not to ask why.

A figure exited the facility, a shipgirl. I looked at her through my scope and swallowed. I recognized her profile and identified her quickly. Her eyes were a deep, glowing crimson, pulsing with an eldritch light that illuminated varicose veins bulging against the skin of her face. Her mouth hung open, a snarling black hole of hatred. Was she still…

No, please no… that would be a fate worse than death. Could I… really kill her? I passed the name on to Avrora.

She choked briefly, clearing her throat quietly. “She’s not one of us anymore. Shoot to kill.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, hesitating.

“You’re the only one who can kill us… and your presence strengthens us, but also allows us to be hurt.”

“Wait… really?” Conflicting emotions raged through my mind at this revelation. Or had I known it all along? My memory was… fuzzy, lately. I missed New Jersey. I missed Nagato and Enterprise, and Bache and Naganami… and so many others.

I sighted down the barrel of my rifle, the M14 an extension of myself at this point. Breathing in slowly, I smoothly applied pressure to the trigger as my reticle rested on her center mass.

Forgive me.

I fired.

The crack of the rifle echoed as I watched diseased black blood spray out her back.

“It’s a mercy.” Avrora said, looking at me with a sad expression. A single hot tear ran down my cheek, freezing quickly.

“Why is no one coming to investigate?” I asked after a few minutes.

“Usually there’s only one of these things.” Pamiat said, but didn’t move, her binoculars scanning the area. “This place should warrant more, but… I tried to kill one once. Spent days chasing each other. I couldn’t dent it, and here you take it down with one center mass shot!” Pamiat scoffed.

Avrora rested her hand on my rifle, and I loosened my grip. “Our Comrade Commander is who he says he is, Pamiat. We have precious few of us left, and this is our home no longer. Stay sharp, Comrades. And you, Commander… don’t hesitate next time.”

We waited for another hour before we began to slowly make our way towards the facility, but we approached uncontested and were soon upon the body of the one I had killed. Her face was horrifying, a rictus of pain. Perhaps it really was a mercy.

The body looked emaciated, the rags of her uniform draped around her and failing to hide the horrendous state of her body.

“She died long ago. Thank god…” Avrora sighed and shook her head. “I fucking hate the Sirens. This… this is their experiment. One of many. Let’s go.”

“What do you… yeah, alright.” I nodded and followed her through the half-open door, slipping inside the dimly lit, dingy interior. We were in some kind of machine area, rusted hulks doing nothing, and sooty windows blocking our view of what must be a much larger room beyond.

“Shh… hear that?” Pamiat held a finger up to her lips and wiped clean a small bit of the soot to peer through. “Three of them. It’s… oh no…” Pamiat sighed and looked at Avrora. Their pain was immense, and I waited, not understanding but knowing that they needed a minute. These were once their Comrades!

“Ok. Comrade Commander. Please be quick, they are quicker and more powerful than you realize.”

I nodded, and she opened the door. I slipped out and drew their attention immediately. They made an awful moaning sound, hissing and screeching intermixed with painful wails. I tried not to look as I fired once, twice…

Dead.

I turned but Avrora was right, the fucking thing was too fast. It was on me, the horrible stench of it, the mouth so close to mine as it screamed in my face, crimson eyes burning into my soul as its claws tightened around my…

Then I was free! Avrora had tackled it and was screaming in Russian at it. I picked up my gun in a flash, survival instincts long honed in the unforgiving wasteland, taking over as I sighted and fired, the monstrosity collapsing on top of Avrora.

“Get it off! Get it off!” She screamed, and I rushed to push the dessicate figure off of the sobbing shipgirl. I bundled her up into my arms and held her as she clutched at me like a small child. “Commander… thank you…”

“I should thank you… are you going to be ok?”

“No, Comrade… not for a long time. Promise me. Repeat your promise.”

I did, and she hugged me tightly again. Even Pamiat came over and joined us, her soft embrace welcome as I tried to comfort the venerated cruiser in my arms. Avrora needed genuine help, someone that understood her on a level even I could not. For now, I could do this, and it would have to be enough.

“I love you.”

“I love you so much!” Avrora cried. “My friends, my comrades… why?”

Her anguished cry chilled me to the bone, but I quieted her. “Listen.”

She swallowed and took a deep breath to steady herself, and that was when we heard the soft sounds of misery coming from the blackness ahead. I took out my flashlight and pointed it in that direction, trepidation entering my thoughts as I thumbed the switch to on.

“Oh god!” I cried out as the figure in the cage looked up at me.

“Kiev!” Avrora cried and ran to the door, ripping it open and pulling the shipgirl out.

“Avrora?” The shipgirl’s voice was weak, and I rushed over, hoping that I could help. “W-who?”

“Commander. Comrade Commander. He’ll save us. It’s ok. You’re ok.” Pamiat knelt next to the girl as Avrora continued speaking to her. Kiev’s eyes never left mine.

“Com-man-der? I… you killed the… things.” She weakly raised her arms, and I understood immediately. Pulling Kiev into a hug… well… it felt like she weighed nothing. Yet her spirit felt strong as I held her as tight as I felt safe to do so. “There are others…”

Avrora and Pamiat rushed to the cages and let them out, and soon Tashkent, Murmansk, Sevastopol, and Grozny were all taking turns getting made to order hugs.

“Others.” Tashkent said, pointing at another door. “There are others. From far away.” She sat back down, exhausted. “Recent.”

They looked so pitiful, these five survivors, the last of the Russian shipgirls. Little did I know they would recover and destroy every expectation I ever had of them. Their vengeance would be something to behold!

I got up.

“Comrade, they’re not our problem.” Avrora said.

“I know you don’t mean that.” I said, turning away. I did not want her to see my expression.

She was quiet for a moment, then I felt something soft press against me. “I’m sorry.”

“You’ve been through a lot, but these shipgirls are my responsibility as well.” I reminded her.

She nodded, her grip tightening. “I didn’t mean… I…”

“It’s ok. I’ll forget about it.” I gently patted her hands. She released me and I opened the door.

There were only three cages, and the girls inside them were much more energetic.

“I will kill you.”

“I want… to go home.”

“You can’t keep me like this! I’ll have you know that I’m super strong!”

They stopped when they saw me, and their jaws hung open like a bunch of idiots trying to make sense of something infuriatingly easy to grasp. They obviously weren’t infected, so I broke the locks on their cages and set them free.

***

Vauquelin, Z46, and Sheffield joined the Russian shipgirls aboard the Sevastopol as we pulled into the Baltic Sea. The trek from Moscow had been gruelling, but uneventful. We talked little, walked a lot, and rested as much as was needed.

The Russian shipgirls we saved were resilient and quickly regained their strength. Each came to my tent during the journey, talking little and loving ardently. It seemed to invigorate them, and eventually, the others joined me as well. Vauquelin latched herself onto me harder than any other shipgirl, and I had to promise that she could stay with me, though she wouldn’t explain why she found herself so far from French borders, or the safety of the French Port.

I had yet to know of the tragedy that befell the forces that once called themselves the Iris and Vichya.

“It makes me sad, a little.” Avrora sighed as I joined her at the railing, the coastline receding.

“You’re leaving your homeland.” I said, wrapping my arm around her waist and turning to give her a kiss on the cheek. “It still means something, no matter what’s happened.”

“Yes, well… we should go meet the others. I think… ahh. Murmansk, you should be resting.” Avrora chided her fellow cruiser gently.

Murmansk was a physical girl and wrapped her arms around me. In another life, I could see her being very outgoing and forward. Though I suppose kissing me full on the lips in front of one of her comrades was forward enough.

“Mmm… never gets old.” Murmansk grinned and then… did the same to Avrora. “Didn’t want you to feel left out.”

Avrora stood there, stunned, then shook her head. “W-why? Ah, nevermind.”

“Oh yeah. Sheffield says she’s going to leave soon, something about not wanting to get us killed or something like that. Apparently, what remains of the Royal Navy isn’t friendly.” Murmansk shrugged.

That wasn’t good news.

“I’ll talk with her.” I said. “Send her to my quarters.”

***

Sheffield looked at me with her usual neutral expression and shrugged her shoulders. “Just the way it is now.”

“You know who I am. I can talk to Elizabeth.” I said, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice. “Even you came to me. You said you felt stronger, better, that you enjoyed it!”

“One night of intimacy has little bearing on the future. Yes, I enjoyed it, and I’m hoping you invite me to do it again when we’ve finished this conversation.”

I took hold of her, and she tensed, then relaxed. This kansen was like a coiled spring! Kissing her yielded little in the way of a physical reaction, but it led to us in bed, minus the clothes.

She moaned softly as I took her. Slender legs wrapped around me as her pussy squeezed me tightly. She shook her head when I tried to bring it up, and I stopped talking.

I turned her over and pressed her prone into the bed, pounding her as hard as I could, her hands curling and pulling at the sheets, her insides quivering as she came again and again.

When it was done, I sat on the edge of the bed as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed my neck.

“Sheffield, I…”

“You had better bring a fleet when you come. Americans, a lot of them. Make sure your progenitor is with them, otherwise… Lizzie won’t care.”

“Thank you.” 

She pulled me down into the bed with her, and as she held me, I realized she didn’t want to let go either. I don’t think any of them did… and the real kicker?

I didn’t want to let go of any of them. Despite being some Wastelander trash with a heaping side of pointless existence for so much of my life, I felt like I would be here for every single shipgirl that wanted my help, or attention, or hell… just a hug.

***

Sheffield left, but Z46 insisted we come to meet the German fleet. “Hey, lots of tech. You can call home.”

“What was the German faction called again?” I asked.

“The Iron Blood. Not so much anymore, but… if you say it, it might make them happy.” Kiev responded, kicking back and watching Z46 carefully. “I’ve seen her in action.”

“Oh?”

“Yep.”

“And?”

“Don’t let her looks deceive you.”

They hadn’t the other night when I held her small, slender body against mine, her enthusiasm for lovemaking at odds with her demeanor and appearance. Z46 just smiled and nodded.

“Kommandant. When we arrive, I will help you. I’ll help you before that, too.” She folded one petite hand into mine and led me away. The more they recovered and the healthier they got, the more intense their, ah… appetites… became.

***

“It was fucking Kronshdadt!” Avrora yelled, slamming the bottle of vodka down on the table. Her drinking had become progressively worse and while I had tried to discuss it with her, she had done all she could to move the topic on to anything else.

Not tonight. I took the bottle from her before she could react, and she tried to grab it back. “Gimme!”

“No.” I said, and sat down, keeping the bottle in my lap. Avrora stared at me as tears streamed down her face.

“You don’t… you don’t… just give it back, let me have some peace…”

Survival had been keeping her sane, focused. Now that she didn’t need to have her guard up round the clock, her mind was wandering to old places. Dark places. I didn’t have to prompt her to continue.

“Kronshdadt disabled the defences, opened the gates, and presented my… our… Comrade Commander to the Sirens as a gift. I watched as they gathered everyone and then beat him. One, shipgirl… she… she…” it was as though the mere attempt at speaking her name was too much to handle.

“She tried to stop them. They blew a hole in her chest, and we watched as she died, choking and sputtering and gasping on the cold concrete as they continued to torture the Commander in front of our eyes.”

“The whole time Kronshdadt was smiling, saying how the downfall of humanity would make us stronger, that we were not their puppets… and the Sirens were so cold, so methodical. I had been the first to meet him, to welcome him, to love and make love to him, and so Kronshdadt forced me to hold his head in my hands as they dealt the final blow.”

“Fucking blueprint shipgirls!”

No one dared said a word. Avrora looked like an absolute wreck, the normally beautiful shipgirl looking haunted and pained. I was frozen in my seat, unable to say something or do something. The picture in my mind was so vivid!

“I held his decapitated head in my hands and cried. I screamed. I dropped it and I ran at Kronshdadt, and the others followed. It was chaos, but I drove my cannon into her chest and fired again and again. She is dead. Dead by my hand.”

Yet the look in her eyes said that this was little more than wishful thinking. The blueprint ship would be a problem for another day.

“This is all that’s left of us. Maybe one day there will be more.”

Avrora rested her head on the table, her speech turning into a murmur.

“I want to forget, Comrade… Commander…”

Avrora slipped into a troubled sleep as I held her.

***

“She was telling the truth.” Tashkent slipped beside me the next morning, plate in hand.

“I don’t doubt it.”

“I saw it too. It’s… it’s hard to see this pitiful little group and think we’ll be able to make a difference.” Tashkent sighed and ate.

“Every single shipgirl matters. Regardless of the fight ahead.”

“Yeah, you’re a Commander. Of course you feel that way.”

“What do you mean?”

“Every single commander is wired to think the way you do. It’s in your blood. Sex with you is like a drug to us. I’m eating breakfast and just being near you is making me wet.”

“Goddamn.”

“Yeah. I could run around screaming ‘I love you’ every time I saw you and it wouldn’t be a lie. And now you’re actually part kansen? Come on… it’s obvious you’re meant to do something that changes this hell we live in. I lost count of the days we spent hiking and avoiding patrols.”

“What if we lose?”

“Let’s hope we never have to consider that. Not that there’s much left to lose. Be careful, Commander, we are all scarred. Watching your friends die and then seeing them as horrific monsters that seem unkillable… well, you did it. You killed them with a goddamn rifle. All I can really think is that I hope they’re at peace.”

“After all, they got the better deal.”

“What do you mean?”

“If there is a heaven, Comrade Commander… it’s got to be so much nicer than what we’re going through here and now.”

“At least we have each other.”

Tashkent let out a small burp after she finished her drink, then grabbed my hand.

“Yeah, at least we have you.”

(And one another, I thought as she led me to her room.)

Chapter Text

The American kansen had initially planned to kill me. The Japanese kansen were much more welcoming. The French kansen I had briefly met stole my ship and all but left me for dead. The Italian kansen almost dragged me into their politics but I was rescued by… an Italian kansen. The Russian kansen saved my life and nursed me back to health before fucking my brains out.

The German kansen… they were drowning me in paperwork!

In a thick accent, the destroyer who introduced herself as Z23 informed me I would need to fill out forms for Avrora, her ship, all the other kansen with me, where we came from, addendum for the ships of all the other kansen that could be manifested, details of armaments, displacements, meal requirements, religious requirements, facilities requirements, ammunition calibers for re-arming, mutual defense agreements, agreements to serve while in port in exercises with German kansen, exposure to Sirens, Siren technology, the declaration of any Siren technology and its subsequent handover, the agreement to abide by the rules of the Iron Blood, or Germany, if you prefer to refer to it as such, the acknowledgement that no entity has a higher rank than Bismarck (II), an agreement to be subjected to search, to avoid overt interaction with the civilian population, to avoid interaction with the general military outside of the kansen, fuel types necessary for any and all vessels reasonably expected to be used, a record of vaccines, declaration of any foreign currency, purpose of visit, length of stay, a waiver for damages, a waiver for death and bodily harm, a general liability waiver, an integration agreement, a sworn statement that bratwurst and sauerkraut with a side of pretzels and a beer was the best option for a meal however other options could be entertained, a disclaimer for the use of any telecommunications equipment, an agreement to not attempt to turn German shipgirls into spies or informants, another to limit promiscuity amongst the shipgirls (there was only a form for the shipgirls to sign), a form stating that Prinz Eugen was awesome and that any potential commanders needed to see her right away (Z23 tossed this one aside while muttering something that sounded like ‘how does she get these in here?’), A medical history questionnaire, and, most importantly…

“You will sit in this room for one hour and you will read the official Rules & Regulations of the Iron Blood and Germany and then you will sign and date with me as a witness. You will not be provided a pen until the hour is up.” Z23 said all this so matter-of-factly.

I had never seen so much paper in my life. Sighing, I moved to enter the room, but I was stopped. “You… no. Come with me.”

Avrora didn’t like this. “The Comrade Commander stays with me.”

“Let me see here… Avrora, SN Avrora, correct?”

“Da.”

“Let me remind you that you have already signed an agreement to abide by the wishes of the Port staff when you disembarked.”

“We couldn’t leave the ship without it!” Avrora then cursed in Russian.

“I’ll be fine.” I reassured her.

Avrora pulled me into a hug and sent me off with a kiss.

Z23 watched all of this impassively, tapping a clipboard. When the door closed and I turned to look at her, her eyes were bright with curiosity. “Can you prove who you are? Do you have any documentation? A passport, driver’s license, birth certificate, or photo ID will do.”

I stared at her. What the fuck was going on?

“Uh, we need some way…”

“This is absurd. Who the hell are you people?”

Z23 huffed and puffed out her chest, looking visibly annoyed. “We are the Iron Blood! Unlike the rest of the world, we protected our borders and kept the Sirens and the filth out. You’re standing here, and you’re a Wastelander, which means you should not be standing here!”

“How come you never contacted the American kansen?” I asked, growing more confused by the minute.

“We chose not to.”

“Why?”

“Do you possess any education, Mr.-” Z23 flipped a couple pages on the clipboard over. “Alex White?”

“I’m good with the M14, but you confiscated that.”

“Wonderful. So you claim to be a Kansen Commander, have no formal education, and are likely just lucky.”

“Wait… you didn’t even maintain contact with your own allies! I was in the Sakura Empire before I got robbed by Pirate Kansen!”

Z23 thought about this and shook her head. “Too dangerous. Now, let’s go visit the doctor. She’ll determine if your claim to being the USS New Jersey’s grandchild holds any merit.”

“Lead the way…” I sighed. What a nation.

***

The profuse apologies rendered later were a little too much, but the beer was good, and the food even better. Avrora and the others were given free rein, but if they made any mmistakes,I would shoulder the responsibility.

Pamiat promised she would keep everyone in line as Avrora and Z46 accompanied me after my medical evaluation. Bismarck herself called for me, and I was whisked away in the cleanest car I had ever seen. It moved so smoothly along the road I didn’t know if it was the car or the road that was better. Turns out it was both.

“We were wondering when one of you would turn up.” The chauffeur said, looking round. “Don’t hear much about other humans, and the Royal Navy isn’t very open to diplomacy these days.”

I nodded, still overwhelmed by all of this. It looked like civilization has just continued here. How? How?? How was the rest of the world a wreck and Germany carrying on as though it’s business as usual?

***

“So this is our R&D department. Bismarck spends so much of her time in here.” Prinz Eugen gestured around the large room filled with many things I could not begin to describe, though I knew a shipgirl in a tube when I saw one.

We had met Eugen at the entrance to the grand hall, and she… didn’t really care, or was pretending not to. I felt an energy coming from her I knew meant she intended to make me the focus of her attentions, at least for a short time.

It wouldn’t be all that short of a time, but that’s a story for later. My weapon had been returned to me, a sign of respect, though I did not think they believed me when I told them I could kill Sirens with it.

“So… I can smell it on you. I don’t understand why you brought the Russian here with you. She could have stayed back.”

“Avrora is an ally, and a friend.”

“And a fuck-buddy~.” Prinz giggled at her joke. “You fuck shipgirls, Commander. That’s one of your jobs. To fuck us silly, to fill us with your seed and then tell us to go fight something even we in the Iron Blood barely understand.”

The heavy cruiser grabbed me and pinned me to the wall. “I will fuck you, Kommandant. I will have what you offer, but it is you who will beg me for more~.”

“Put him down.” Avrora demanded, her eyes flashing.

“Aha… she protects, too? I’m only teasing~.” Eugen laughed and booped me on the nose. “You gonna say something about the hot chicks in tubes?”

“Actually, yes. Who and why?”

“Well, I know why your little Northern girl was allowed in here, and those two are it. Tell me, Kommandant, what do you know of Blueprint ships?” The way she continued to accent the word addressing me, filling it with a mixture of mockery and desire, disbelief and need, was unsettling. I didn’t let it show.

“They come from documents, research, data… they aren’t born of a single wisdom cube.” I said, relating what I had been told by Avrora on the journey away from her home.

“Blah blah blah… boring, kinda true, kinda bullshit. Avrora gave you the basics, but the blueprint ship that fucked up her port was pretty much the status quo. But I’m not the person you should be asking. Say hi to Bismarck.”

“Hi Bismarck.” I said.

“Heh, he did it.” Prinz giggled again.

The shipgirl who turned around may have once been imposing, but the lines around her eyes, the… age. Oh my god.

This shipgirl is actually old!

“You are surprised?” Bismarck held out her hand and I took it, surprised at her strong grip. “I’ve got quite a few years left in me, but look upon me well, Kommandant. My successor leads the country, but my understanding has made me old.”

“I mean no disrespect.”

“And I interpret none. You are a Wastelander, you have kansen blood. Z23 is right, you are lucky and little more. You possess a sharp mind beneath the… barbarism, and it is what I am interested in. Eugen is useful, and strong, but she cares for little more than the moment, and she will use you later as she sees fit, and when the time comes, she will go with you. I have grown tired of her… ah… shit.”

“Getting rid of me just like that? You old hag.” Eugen laughed and sat on Bismarck’s chair, pushing herself away from the desk, the casters clacking against the floor.

“Anyway, I have summoned two shipgirls I wish for you to see.” Bismarck gestured towards three shipgirls, quietly waiting. “My greatest successes. Meet Mainz, Agïr, and Prinz Rupprecht.”

I waved a hand at them. Mainz stepped forward and smiled, extending her hand. I accepted it and felt an odd warmth flow through me. “I’ll make you some coffee later.” She said. It would be delicious.

“Ugh, let me see… Bismarck said I need to be nice, but if you don’t take care of mme,then… you just wait and see!” The pink-haired girl made me smile, and I was instantly curious about her. I patted her head, and she ducked away, scoffing.

“And lastly?” I said, gesturing towards Agir.

“I’m not bound by anyone, but if you really are the Kommandant I will serve you.”

“I’ll take it. But… I thought blueprint ships were the reason for why everything has gone to shit?”

“It’s the fault of them, yes, but not all. Unfortunately, it only took a few to plot our defeat. To think…” Bismarck sighed, looking even older. Her eyes were bright, but her expression sagged beneath them.

“Anyway, let me start from the top. Tons of research data and materials need to be fed into the project. It takes so many wisdom cubes to make them because they break, they barely hold together when they do work, and they corrupt. Ashes were useless… those fucking META ships just stood by and said it wasn’t their fight when the blueprint ships turned on the rest of us.”

“Look at her. What do you see?” She gestured towards the tall, comely woman who’s expression was set permanently in a confident sleep. She bobbed gently in the tube, illuminated by the glow of internal lights. Eyes shut. Alive but dreaming an endless dream.

I described this and more, but Bismarck just shook her head. “No. Say hello to Friedrich. She did everything she could to destroy us, to replace me, to further her own ends and make the Iron Blood her own. To make Germany her puppet.”

“So she’s…”

“Yes. She was our traitor. She always had her own grand design. As did your blueprint ship, Avrora.” Bismarck turned to look at the Soviet shipgirl. “Kronshtadt was everything you wanted her to be and more, and yet the entire time she couldn’t stand humans. Why?”

“I don’t know.” Avrora said, spreading her arms. “If I knew, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

“Correct. You don’t know. No one knew. Until I figured it out. Combat experience. Materials. Some training programs. Research… and not a single ounce of empathy or humanity. No offense.” Bismarck waved dismissively at the three very much alive blueprint ships in the room.

They shrugged, and Mainz pressed a cup of coffee into my hands. I took a sip and complimented her. She seemed thrilled and nuzzled me, giving me a kiss on the cheek while everyone waited patiently.

“Anyway, we subdued Friedrich and put her in a forced sleep, a sort of suspended animation.”

“And her?” I pointed to the other shipgirl in another tube.”

“Oh, that’s Roon. She’s… alive. Probably.”

“What do you mean, probably?”

“Her vitals are stable but her brainwaves, while there, are… well… how do I put this? They have no deviation from REM sleep. Basically, she’s in the sort of lucid dream you can’t escape.”

“That’s awful.” Avrora shook her head.

“Yeah, but we can’t kill her. She did a fine job on more than a few dozen civvies when she ran out of Sirens to kill when our original Kommandant was killed in a rather brutal fashion.”

I didn’t want to know, and was spared any further details.

“Anyway, she was crazy before but this psychotic break… well, we managed to get her down and now she stays here.”

“Why…” I asked, not sure how to continue. How does one question the former leader of a nation in a lab full of equipment whose purpose is nigh on indecipherable?

Bismarck shrugged. “Don’t really know.”

***

“How can you not know?” I ask,dumbfoundedd.

“Tell me, Alex… do you mind if I call you Alex? You may be a commander, but you will never be mine. No offense.”

“Sure, and… none taken, I guess. The only reason I’m special is because I’m the offspring of a kansen, second generation. If it wasn’t for my grandpa and his tiny library, I would have known nothing.”

“You still know nothing. No offense.”

“You say that, but I don’t think you mean it.”

“How perceptive.” Bismarck scoffed. “Doesn’t matter. Tell me, Mr. White. You don’t mind if I call you Mr. White?”

I just gaped at her. The audacity of this kansen!

“Alright then, Mr. White…”

Prinz Eugen was doing her best not to laugh as Bismarck gestured for us to follow her. “You, nor any human in existence, knows the first thing about kansen, where we come from… even you, who are part kansen, are as lost as whatever diseased farmers pollute what used to be the United States.”

“We’ve already established that. Is it a German thing to reiterate points? I’m pretty sure I read somewhere that your people are usually quick, to the point, and efficient to a fault.”

“We are not Germany. We are the Iron Blood.” Bismarck growled. “Remember, you are the offspring of an American kansen and Commander White, who was also an American. You know nothing of my people.”

“Shut up, Bismarck. I’m tired of your stupid monologues.” Eugen yawned.

To her credit, Bismarck switched back to the previous line of discussion with no further argument. “There were rumors, fragments of records, and even some accounts from Ashes ships that two scientists were responsible for us, that our purpose was to fight against the Sirens. To save humanity. But why is it that we care about humanity? Programming? Because we’re led by a human?”

“No.” Avrora said.

“The Russian speaks. Surprisingly, she is right. So tell me, Mr. Alex White, grandson of New Jersey and Commander White, why is it that we, beings more powerful than you will ever be even with a quarter kansen blood running through your veins, would be subservient to humans?” Bismarck stopped and slammed her fist against the side of the chamber holding Roon.

The blueprint ship stirred and settled.

“Any human who created something the surpassed them in every way would be stupid to not make them love humans.”

“Wrong!” Bismarck laughed and slammed her fist into Roon’s tank again and again until, with a great scream, she woke up.

“KOMMANDANT! YOU’VE RETURNED!” Roon roared, slamming her fists against the tank, kicking and scratching and pleading to be let out, promising to kill everyone else because they let her the other one die but that I would make a fine commander unless I disobeyed her in which case I’d have to die as well.

“She’s psychotic, put her back to sleep! What are you playing at, Bismarck?”

The battleship pressed a button and the room immediately fell silent as Roon fell still.

“Roon holds no love for humanity.”

“Well, she was created by kansen.”

“If humans created kansen, then that which we create would also love humans. It’s not something that can be helped, just trust me here.”

“Alright, say I do. Then who made you?”

“Sirens, of course.”

“You’re joking.”

“So you don’t feel it? You don’t hear it? Even such diluted blood as yours must feel it!” Bismarck wheeled on me and pushed me back against Roon’s containment vessel. “The voices, the dreams, the whispers in the darkness when you close your eyes!”

A hush fell over the room, and you could cut the tension with a knife.

“Small. Like little thoughts not a part of my own.” I murmured. I had grown so used to them. A constant companion who never annoys you.

Bismarck smiled. “So? Come on, Mr. White! Prove to me you’re commander material. Make the obvious deduction!”

“The souls. Real ships, especially those that saw combat, had a life to them. A soul, an aggregate of all those who served aboard her.”

“Men feminize their ships, turn them into a lover.” Bismarck explained. “That imprint was used, along with those dealing with camaraderie, by the Sirens, to make us subservient to you. You are the test subject, human. You and the rest of humanity. We’re just tools, a means to an end.”

“I don’t believe that.” I said. “You’re not just a tool. You’re a sentient being who has loved and lost and who deserves a life worth living.”

“Pretty words and nice sentiments will get you nothing.”

“They work fine for me.” Avrora said, glaring at Bismarck.

“Of course they would. You’re in love.” Bismarck’s laugh took on a slightly maniacal tone. “You know how I saved three of my Blueprint ships? I gave them pieces of me, I gave them the love, the grief, the anger, the resignation, the loss… only a sliver of my original wisdom cube remains within me.” Bismarck coughed and gazed lovingly at the three blueprint shipgirls.

“If any harm comes to them, I will make sure you pay the price.”

***

“Don’t worry about her.” Eugen’s cheerful voice cut through the conversation as she sat at the table across from me. “She’s just mad cause Friedrich betrayed her. Bismarck is weird on the best of days. Anyway, these three are pretty cool.”

“Like a heavy cruiser like you knows the first thing about the awesome power of a battleship! I could take on the Kommandant easily. You don’t stand a chance!” Rupprecht grinned.

“You… realize you just said you want to fuck him, right?”

“N-no! I did not!” The pink-haired battleship stuttered.

“Don’t rise to her bait, Rupprecht.” I smiled at her.

“Shut up! Ugh, just eat. You’d kill to have me.”

I would.

“Yay. Commander’s here.” Z46 took a seat next to me and pushed her head up. I patted it and she turned to her food.

***

“You better reward me for this.” Rupprecht pushed open the door to my quarters and came inside, locking it behind her.

“Hey Ruby.” I smiled at her.

“Hmph, you better have a pet name for me.” Rupprecht was very poor at hiding her feelings. She liked to act like a brat, but the truth was as soon as you got beneath the surface…

A month in the Iron Blood had seen me spending a disproportionate amount of time with her.

“You’re pretty cute when you want to be.” I ssaidand took her by the waist. She gasped, making a token attempt at resistance. “I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone say no to me. You think I’m a barbarian, don’t you?”

Rupprecht took a ragged breath. “I think you’re a filthy Wastelander who wants to violate my purity.”

I laughed. “Purity?”

“I’m still a girl, you fuck!” Rupprecht pushed me back. “I’m not some goddamn farmer’s daughter for you to fertilize before leaving in the morning, gun in hand. Out there, people respect you because you survive against all odds. Wasteland travelers, like you, bring some semblancee of order. You kill what needs killing and you fuck what needs fucking. You bring trade, but more than that you bring stories and news, reminders of life before the Sirens dominated the world.”

She paused, taking a breath. “I feel a compulsion to be with you, affection not my own. But I will fucking say no if I want to, regardless of who your ancestors are.”

I sat down on the edge of the bed and gained a new respect for the bratty shipgirl in front of me. In her moment of honesty,I realized these girls want relationships, and while some loved to be dominated (Avrora), perhaps even tied up and pinned down (Avrora), pounded into a steaming puddle of fuck (Avrora), there were shipgirls who wanted something different.

“Alright.” I said and offered a hand. “Then I’d like to apologize. I’m sorry, I’d say I misread the ssituation,but I have no excuses.”

Rupprecht looked hesitant, but came to sit beside me. “I don’t like feeling compelled to do anything.” She said, her voice very quiet.

“What would you like to do, then?” I asked, my hand gently resting on hers. The contact was friendly, and she looked over at me and gave me a small smile.

“Tell me about yourself, your travels.” She asked.

So I did. For an hour I regaled her with tales of my exploits, and how a few mouldering books had been all I had to educate myself with. How I traveled for so long, how strange the Iron Blood was to me.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad to fall in love with a savage.” Rupprecht  and and took my hand into hers, placing it on her breast. I could feel her heartbeat within a moment before her lips pressed to mine.

Rupprecht smelled so sweet, but not in the way that perfume makes you smell good. She just smelled good, but there was a tang, a delicious additive that I so desperately desired to indulge in. Her musk wafted from her, a telltale sign of her arousal.

“Have you ever been with someone?” I asked her.

Rupprecht shook her head, biting her lip. “You’ll be my first.”

I massaged her breast as our clothes fell off one after the other, and Rupprecht’s slight form was a treasure to behold. Perfect in every way, but slender and small to the point of peak eroticism.

“You keep staring…” Rupprecht grimaced. “I’m not nearly as impressive as some of the others.”

“Who says so? You’re hot!”

“Of course I’m hot! I’m just… argh, you’re not thinking of anyone else right now, are you?” Rupprecht narrowed her eyes.

“Why would I need to?” I laughed. The two of us climbed onto the bed, and quickly wrapped ourselves in each other’s arms. My cock pressed between her thighs as she kissed me, her eagerness growing by the second.

She was short, but I had to be careful of her horns. As fun as they looked to hold, I was sure that they would fuck me up pretty bad if I got in the wrong spot. I reached up to caress them, and she froze in place, her thighs sandwiching my dick.

“U-uh, Alex?” she whined softly as I stroked the metal. “These aren’t just for show, you know…”

“They’re massive.” I said, chuckling. Must make it hard to sleep.”

“I…” The shipgirl sighed and reached up, multiple clicks and the hiss of releasing gas preceding the moment where she lifted them from her head. “They’re sensory arrays. I don’t need them unless I’m in battle, but I’m pretty small and…”

I tilted her chin up and pressed my lips against hers before picking her up and laying her back in the bed, kissing up and down her body before I stopped at her armpit, inhaling her musk deeply as she gasped in surprise.

She had such a lovely, strong scent!

“You’re… you’re kind of a pervert, aren’t you!” She moaned as I slid a couple fingers inside of her.

“You’re German, though. I thought kinky was in your nature.”

“That’s prejudiced!” She sighed. “Though it is true, in my case, and in most of the shipgirls I know. Anyway, who cares what anyone else thinks?”

I spread her legs, pushing my thick cock deep inside of her as she gasped, her hands gripping the bedsheets as she finally got to feel the joy of hot, throbbing cock deep inside her. “Fuck! It’s so big, Alex!” She moaned. “Give me some warning next time!”

“So you do want it again?” I leaned down, thrusting deep inside of her as she wrapped her hands around my back. Damn, she was weirdly petite without those massive horns.

“Never… never thought it would feel this good. You might have a dirty Wastelander dick but at least you’re part Kansen.” Rupprecht moaned again as my tip pressed against her cervix.

“You’re crazy tight, and I’ve fucked destroyers!” I said, grabbing one of her small breasts and squeezing it.

“Shut up and kiss me.” She wrapped her legs around me as we made out, our lovemaking turning quickly into fucking as we changed positions, her ass bouncing against my hips as I drilled her tight cunt until she was squeezing and squirting, her climaxes gripping me so tightly I thought I was going to explode multiple times.

Seeing her scream into a pillow was so satisfying as I smacked her ass, pushing my thumb into her asshole as she gasped.

“I’m gonna fuck your ass next, are you ready?” I asked her.

“Yesh! Fuck my ash!” Rupprecht slurred, the pleasure I was bringing her more than she bargained for. Grinning, my cock slipped out of her dripping pussy and pressed against her little anus, the amount of slick juices coating my member making it easy enough to slide deep inside the shipgirl’s rectum, her cry of pleasure as her back arched leading to yet another climax for the surprisingly slutty shipgirl.

“You give me shit for being a Wastelander, yet look who’s getting their ass demolished and begging for more!”

“I knowwwwww.” Rupprecht moaned. “Just fuck me harder!”

We spent all night fucking, barely taking breaks as I filled every hole she had with cum until I was exhausted, laying back on the pillows as her head rested on my chest.

“You’re very pretty, and you still look cool without the horns.” I told her, stroking her pink hair.

“Hmph.” She said, but she couldn’t hide her smile.

“I might be in love.”

“Ha ha.” Rupprecht rolled her eyes. “Come on, Alex.”

“No, I’m serious! Don’t you want to feel what it’s like to sail again? To explore and fight?”

Rupprecht cuddled closer to me. “Sleep, Alex. Please.”

“Alright…” I sighed, and closed my eyes, sleep quickly taking me.

***

“I love you more than I love coffee!” Mainz moaned as she rode me, her hips slamming down on mine as she held out her tongue, a gossamer string of saliva still connecting the two of us.

“That’s saying something, because your coffee is the best.” I said, grasping her hefty breasts and squeezing them.

“Kommandant!” She complained.

“I love you too!” I said.

She rode me with her ass after that, but it wasn’t until we were cuddling later that a thought came to mind.

“Mainz, I’ve only been here a few weeks, and we’ve had sex a few times, but can you really fall in love with someone so fast?”

“Are you complaining?”

“Just curious. I feel like I love every shipgirl I meet, but much of the initial interest in me is just due to being part-Kansen.”

“Hm.” Mainz swirled her finger on my chest. “Yeah, there is something about you, but… I wanna explore, see the world! It’s so boring here all the time but Bismarck won’t let us leave.”

I pushed her down, the giggling, soft, and very sexy shipgirl ready for round two as I took her pronebone, fucking her sexy asshole yet again as the anal action she obviously craved brought her climax after climax.

“God damn I love an anal slut!” I moaned, filling her bowels with more of my hot seed a few minutes later. She came at the same time, and we looked at Mainz’s bed, it was a mess!

“Take me with you, Kommandant!” she begged.

“I’ll see what I can do.”