Finish the Story Contest - WEEK #21 - With the Weekend Freewrite

The Border

In the scant shadow of the guardhouse, a greenhorn Border Legionnaire was waiting for the end of his first watch shift, gasping for the heat.

Below him, there was the stretch of sandy desert that the XIX Floating Fortress patrolled incessantly, moving back and forth in the sky like a surreal and phlegmatic cetacean, with the low and incessant buzz of the managems that powered it.

Behind the line of Fortresses, the Lands of Man ideally began. In that marginal strip, there were meager pastures and stretches of scrubby bushes, attacked for miles and miles by a fine sand, like yellowish talcum powder, that made the desert gain extension every year.

"This year the wind has put so much sand down," the marshal told him, biting a gray mustache, one of the last days before the Duty Beginning ceremony. "And behind the sand, the Those arrive".

He was glad he no longer had just a stunner to defend him from the Those, like the guardians of the border in former times, before the Legions. Once, it was thought to direct the Those into reserves to prevent them from doing too much damage with their insatiable hunger, but then they started to run away, to strip the flesh off every head of cattle, to waste fields and orchards, to devour even the people... and more and more came from the desert.

He had been among the first in his draft class in combat and shooting exercises, but in his heart he was afraid of when he would found himself in front of a real That, and not an illusory image created by the trainers. It took him months to get used to the slouching and snappy movements of those lean and black illusions, all teeth, which he found horrifying.

During that first day of service, however, only an armored convoy had passed, transporting ordered and dull clusters of goleminers to the mysterious and vital mines of managems, on the other side of the desert. The Those did not find goleminers edible, luckily.

The Horn of Danger snatched him cruelly from his thoughts. Intruders in the fortress! How did they get in? How did they pass under our noses?

He grabbed the heavy terminator and ran down the spiral staircase, toward his team's collection point, his heart in his throat.

A scraping noise from a corridor to his right made him stop. Pointing the terminator in the dark, with a trembling grip, he shouted "Who goes there?!?"

The Those came out, completely different from the illusions of the trainers...

My Ending

As I feared, I was stiffer than a two-by-two as I rousted myself off the porch and climbed into the truck. Myself, and fifty others headed over to the fortress, terminators in hand, ready for the fight of our lives.

Within minutes we we're starring at the Those, tall beautiful women, scantily clothed, with supple pouting lips.

How could the illusions of the trainers, be so different than real life? We wouldn't be using any heavy terminators tonight, not on these babes.

I couldn't even imagine these beauties tearing the flesh off of the heads of cattle, so we headed to the cantina.

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I sat down on the table and order a meal. There were a few other guests eating, but none as beautiful as the Those.

The whole room stared at the Those, as they filed in the cantina and sat around my table. With hands on their terminators, they continued to enjoy their evening, especially the view.

We were not surprised when the waitress came to take their order, and they all ordered steak and lobster. That's what the strippers used to order, when I took them to breakfast, after their shift.

After we all ate, the Those were still hungry, I could see it in their eyes. So I suggested that we should all head back to the fortress, and continue this party.

I thought it best to get out of there and keep the locals out of potential trouble. There's nothing worse than a beautiful Those, that is hangry.

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We arrived back at the fortress and the natives we're getting restless. My cohorts were getting horny, watching these beauties all during dinner, not to mention the drinking, and the Those were still hungry.

One of my men grabbed the butt of a Those and she went off. A growl emerged from the depth of her bowels and she began to transform from this beautiful woman, to a very grotesque being.

Instantly, all the terminators in the yard, were trained on the monster and the rest of the untransformed beauties.
Mr. Handsie jumped the gun and blasted away at the gross Those, then all the terminators started blasting away the beauties before they could even turn.

All but one Those were annihilated, and it was begging for it's life. So she turned back into a Heather Locklear look alike, then pleasured all the fighters. She promised never to turn again and we lived happily ever after! 💜

Ending by Bruni

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