Boss's Girl
Boss's Girl
This is my first story so I'm a little unsure how the royalties are supposed to work. Also, any constructive criticism is appreciated. Enjoy.
This story is based in the Unreal Tournament 2003 universe. Faraleth and the Gen Mo'kai and Juggernaut concepts and Tournament setting are copyright their respective owners. This story contains sexual acts between two females and acts of incest between two females. Do not read unless you are of legal age and are not offended by afore mentioned material.
Sweat ran down Faraleth's forehead, and she gripped her weapon tightly, sounds of distant gunfire echoing among the ambience. The shadows hid her well but she still felt completely exposed. A flash of light down the hall and the bright red lights over each of the stranger's shoulders signaled the respawning of another of her foes, which were endless. The gigantic armored combatant seemed not to notice her as he ran right by, ground shaking under his power armor. She wasn't surprised; the Juggernauts were genetically enhanced to be big, tough, and thick, not perceptive. This was not her normal task, no... not retrieval. Most of the time she was set to defend, not attack. However, she was not the team leader, and therefore would not complain.
Faraleth wore her standard tan, Gen Mo'kai combat armor, a small (but thick) breastplate that protected her upper chest and neck. Leather straps were wrapped around her biceps and thick tan bracers protected her forearms. Plates of the same color covered her long thighs; she forewent the shin guards and anklets because of her assignment, she would need the extra mobility. A mask covered her forehead and nose and housed her headset. Being Gen Mo'kai she never wore shoes as her feet wouldn't accommodate them, and around her waist, a thick utility belt that quite honestly did little to cover her lower extremities. The rest was exposed to the air, and hostile fire.
A few more respawns caught her attention and she itched to move. She stayed her feet though as she had to wait until her team leader, Silvermoon, gave her the order. As she continued to wait, tense as a coil, she turned to idle thought. She began remembering how much she hated Purgatory. The whole planet was one big fireball, nicknamed Lava Giant by the players. The heat was intense as wave after wave of fresh lava fired up around the base in which she was hiding. The planet's two white dwarf suns did little to help the situation and the temperature was never below 175 degrees. She shifted her tri-barrel rocket launcher to wipe the sweat from her forehead when her tactical headset toned in with the rough and gravelly, but definitely feminine, voice of Silvermoon.
"Alright, Ambrosia has the T.A.G. painter and is calling the strike in now. Once the smoke clears, grab the flag and move, Scarlet will cover you from the North cliff so head that way."
"Affirmative," replied Faraleth, her voice smooth, but dry from the intense heat.
She gripped up on her weapon and made ready to move. She was in a safe place and she knew the beam would not hit her there, but it sure as hell would fry the rest of the red team. Seconds later faint alarms began sounding in the air far above her and she knew the ion cannon was reorienting above the base. The loud commands of the red team could be heard as they all clambered to get out of the way of the impending destruction. One was unfortunate enough to head straight towards Faraleth's location and spotted her, she silenced him with a rocket but it did little to help as she heard him respawn on the other side of the base.
The air then began to grow electric, and Faraleth felt as if she had walked into a static field. A deafening roar and thunderous explosion knocked her senses for a loop and left her ears ringing and her body gasping for breath. It took her a second but she collected herself and sprinted from her hiding place, emerging in the physically untouched steel courtyard of the metal fortress she'd been hiding in, skeletons littering the ground where the red team had been only seconds ago. A quick turn left and she spotted the red flag. She snagged it and secured it into the holster on her back made just for that purpose.
Flag secure, the base alarm sounded indicating the flag had been taken, and the sounds of multiple simultaneous respawns filled her clearing ears. She took off at a dead sprint heading for the open door in back of the fortress. Before she could reach it she heard a female of the red team yell out a warning and paint her location. Faraleth fired off a shot but the agile human dodged the rocket and got off a few rounds from her assault rifle, two of which caught Faraleth in the tail. Faraleth hissed with pain but kept running. Outside the base and in the full searing heat of Purgatory's lava fields the sounds of pissed off red team members filled the air, along with the reports of heavy machine guns, lasers and rockets. Her brown stripe on blue-gray skin took on a reddish tone from the lava and her tail left two streaks of green from the bullet wounds back there.
"I see you Faraleth, keep running, and trust mama Scarlet to keep them off of you," the deep rocky voice of Silvermoon's mother announced over the headset. Faraleth then saw a bright flash of lightning streak over her and the electrified scream of a male combatant signaled their elder sniper had hit her target. "Bad boy."
She continued running to a large cliff wall that served as a buffer between the two bases, preventing them from shelling each other directly. As she approached the entrance Silvermoon stepped out carrying her personal favorite, a .50cal rotary chain gun. Faraleth received a coy smile from Silvermoon as she streaked past the wolf type Jar Gual. Silvermoon then crouched and opened up on the enemy. The rapid and deep percussive sound of the chain gun and the periodical crack from the lightning gun told Faraleth she was clear on back to the base. She continued out of the tunnel and emerged on the blue base's side and slowed to a jog, the exertion tiring her. Once inside the blue teams fortress she walked up and touched the blue teams flag, in an instant the flag on her back disappeared, transported back to the other base. The combatants weapons too then disappeared and a fanfare and an announcer sounded in everyone's headset.
"Blue team scores. Final count: Blue team 5, Red team 3. Blue team is the winner."
Faraleth reached back and looked at her tail. Still bleeding she checked to make sure there were exit wounds. In the back of her mind she wished she had been killed, at least she would have respawned in mint condition and would have been spared a trip to the med lab. Everyone on the field was surrounded in a blue light and then disappeared, leaving the area peaceful with the exception of the lava, which still erupted all around.
Faraleth was a member of the all female team the Den Mothers. Currently they were stationed on the hellhole of Purgatory and held an excellent record of being undefeated in all matches. Their quarters were private, the only positive change from their frozen dorms on Kalendra, the polar opposite (no pun intended), and had the unique quirk of being the only team in the Tourney to be led by someone under 21. She rounded the final corner to the dorms, still in her armor and two white strips running around her thick tail where the bullet wounds used to be.
"Goddamn medics, I know they have biofoam back there. Anything is better than having to put up with the pain longer than I need to." The Purgatory medical facilities are renowned for their incompetence so it was no surprise when she was told the best they could do was bandage it and let it heal normally. She mentally cursed herself for not beating them to a pulp in a heartbeat. If she didn't take care of this wound by the next match she would spawn with these wounds every time she was killed. She made a mental note to do just that tomorrow, but she was late to the team debriefing and picked up her pace.
The door to their dorm swished open and she walked inside. The walls of the room were lined with bunk beds, all of which had a footlocker at the base for personal belongings. In the far corner from the right of the door was a lounge lined with couches, and on the left was a row of lockers of varying sizes, numerous chairs, and a Holo-board where the team's game plans were drawn up before each match. All the way in the back were the teams showers and restrooms, which at the time all Faraleth wanted was a shower. She began walking to the lounge to wait for Silvermoon and Scarlet, who were the only two missing at the time. She first passed Ambrosia, the Juggernaut. She was massive, weighing in at 421lbs of bulk and was human in appearance with rose red hair and pitch black around her eyes. She had disposed of her armor and was currently bench-pressing a large sum of weight. Genetically enhanced humans, Faraleth had seen Ambrosia punch through solid concrete without her power armor gauntlets.
Continuing on, she passed Sapphire lounging on one of the bunks. Human, she still wore her combat armor, which was uncolored tungsten steel with strips of light blue around her arms and chest. A pair of gray and white military camos adorned her legs, and she almost never removed her blue quartz glasses. Her hair was a deep blue and she was currently engrossed in the latest technical military hardware weapons magazine. She saw Faraleth passing and greeted her, voice soft and friendly.
"Nice score, and not a moment too soon. I was more worried of biting it from the heat rather than their fire, not that they could hit shit anyway... what happened to you?"
" The humans in the med bay say they can't find any biofoam, so they want me to heal normally," Faraleth replied, more to remind herself of her task tomorrow.
"Well that sucks. Hey have you seen the new mods they put on the Bulldog? I didn't think they could put a 60mm cannon on that thing. Must have some kind of new suspension."
"Sorry not interested, I need a shower."
"I hear ya, but Silvermoon wants a debriefing before anyone else does anything," Sapphire said returning to her magazine.
Next she passed Valserya and Fluri. Both Cheetah type Jar Gual, and sisters; there was always a rivalry between them. They wore the same outfit, a black body wrap that covered their particulars with long hosiery that ran down their double-jointed legs to their ankles. Faraleth could overhear them bragging about the last match. The usual, which got how many kills, who died the least, so on and so on. They were completely oblivious to Faraleth's passing.
Mokara was on the last of the bunks to the right. With her was Nebri. Both Gen Mo'kai like Faraleth, but both refused to speak to her because they were of noble birth, Mokara supposedly next in line to take the throne of one of the many tribes of their home world and Nebri some so-called princess. They were both engaged in deep meditation and nothing short of their leader or her second-in-command would rouse them. The two of them were in their ceremonial garb, which consisted of little more than a thin white silk strap supporting their breasts and a long loincloth held up by a fine gold chain. Mokara was beige in color, while Nebri was of the same skin tone as Faraleth. The only difference being the special mask given to Nebri for her facial disfigurement.
Faraleth arrived at the lounge and sat carefully on the couch, she still smelled of sweat and cringed whenever she shifted her tail. Here she waited for about a good ten minutes before she heard the swish of the dorm door. Looking over her shoulder she watched as Silvermoon and Scarlet walked in. They wore identical armor, save color. Silvermoon's armor consisted of a material Faraleth could never determine. It resembled true sapphires as it was translucent and but hard as tungsten plate. On these stones were letters written in Jar Gual, inscribed with gold. These 'plates' were in small overlapping segments on her shoulders and thighs, with a strip around the top of her breasts. Her bosom under the strip was wrapped in brown leather, and she wore a panty of the same material over her midsection. After her long thighs was nothing until it came to her ankles which were also wrapped in leather. Her fur was a smooth gray and her foot paws ended in three long toes tipped with jet-black claws. She had a wolf's head with large ears and long braided hair that was tied at the end with the same leather as on her armor. Finally, she wore three earrings made of the same material as her plates on her right ear. Her mother was almost exactly identical to Silvermoon save she was about three inches taller and her armor was a ruby red. Faraleth always knew that Scarlet and Silvermoon were very close, and Scarlet always held a maternal air over everyone on the team. Everyone dropped what they were doing and followed them to the briefing/debriefing area. Faraleth followed suit and grabbed the nearest chair. Ambrosia was the only one standing other than Silvermoon and Scarlet.
Silvermoon spoke up, only 18 she was the youngest competitor in the Tournament, but she had more experience than most twice her age. "As expected, another successful match. I have no real complaints, other than the last capture made against us. Sapphire, care to explain?"
"I told ya before I had a jam in my weapon. I couldn't clear it in time to get the shot off."
Valserya, and at 43 the second oldest next to Scarlet cut in sharply, "Yeah right, I was in the tower right next to you. You rigged up your lightning gun to watch the other matches through the scope." She then added, "Lemme guess, Brock was playing?"
"Hey you flaming fur ball, it ain't my fault I got a crush on someone. Someone other than my own sister."
Now it was Fluri's turn to add to the argument, "That's disgusting! She's my damn sister what the fuck is wrong with you?"
The whole group started to argue, and Faraleth felt a headache begin to develop. She never understood it, but she wondered why Silvermoon and Scarlet always let these arguments carry on. She looked at Silvermoon and noticed she was bent over the pedestal watching the debate closely, her mother's hands on her shoulders. This position gave Faraleth a decent view between Silvermoon's ample breasts and she quickly averted her eyes. However something she couldn't explain made her look back. As much as she knew it was wrong she couldn't bring herself to look elsewhere. She stared for she didn't know how long until she noticed Silvermoon was now smiling intently at her. She blushed hotly and looked away quickly as she shifted in her chair. Silvermoon suppressed a chuckle and her mother quickly brought the argument to order.
"Be that as it may, I'm sure everyone here is aching to get some downtime. So, everyone is dismissed. Except you Sapphire, I need a word with you dear."
Simultaneously everyone in the debriefing, save Scarlet, Silvermoon, and Sapphire headed towards the showers. Faraleth was almost there when she heard Sapphire's voice behind her. She turned to see Sapphire flanked by Scarlet and Silvermoon.
"You might want to get those wounds taken care of now. I know the doctors around here can be hardasses but I also know they keep biofoam. The med lab is closed tomorrow and our next match is in a day." Scarlet and Silvermoon affirmed the statement with a nod.
Faraleth groaned audibly and clopped out, her hoofed toes expressing her annoyance.
Several aggravating and painful (for the doctors) hours later, Faraleth re-entered the dorms her bandages gone and her tail whole again. The lights were off and the soft sounds of multiple people sleeping met her ears. The only exception being Ambrosia, who the rest of the team says, snored louder than Silvermoon's chain gun. She quietly made her way to the back of the room headed toward the showers. As she neared the door though, she heard running water. After a few seconds she dismissed it as someone simply left the shower on. As she entered she began unstrapping her armor and stowing it in her locker. Now nude she turned to head to the showers. Before she took a step though she noticed that two of the locker doors were still open, Scarlet's and Silvermoon's. And that both held their armor. Looking behind her she saw that the hooks holding their clothes were still full. Curious, she peeked around the corner of the doorway into the showers. What she saw amazed her.
Instead of the two of them under separate showerheads, Scarlet was hugging Silvermoon from behind, her paws kneading Silvermoon's ample breasts and nibbling her daughter's neck. Silvermoon's hands were placed firmly on her mothers butt and she let out soft gasps of pleasure with each squeeze. Faraleth watched the spectacle wide-eyed, unable to look away. Silvermoon then turned around in her mother's arms and locked muzzles with Scarlet.
Faraleth was spellbound. She began to feel a hotness in her nether regions and looked down to notice she was becoming quite aroused. Tentatively, she reached down with her right hand and began rubbing her cunt, parting the lips with the middle of her three large fingers. She was already becoming slick and was amazed at the intensity of her arousal. She looked back at the pair and saw that Silvermoon was now licking and nibbling her way down her mother's chest. Silvermoon stopped at Scarlet's nipples and suckled on the left one. Scarlet let out a long, low pleasured moan and gripped the back of Silvermoon's head. Silvermoon then moved from nipple to nipple, licking in a ring around each one in turn. She finished her play by biting one gently, eliciting a gasp from her mother.
Faraleth was working at a steady pace, her cunt leaking its abundant juices to run down her hand and between her legs. Half of her mind was still present, telling her this was wrong and she should stop, dress, and leave until they were finished; but the other half was captivated and attracted to it. Faraleth felt a strong attraction to the two that she never felt before, but Silvermoon in particular held her interest most at this moment.
Silvermoon was now at her mother's midsection, kissing Scarlet's toned stomach, moving lower, her double-jointed legs folding perfectly. Eventually she arrived at her mother's flower. She looked at it longingly and then shifted her gaze up to her mother's face.
Scarlet smiled down at her daughter and through that same gravelly voice said softly, "I love you Silvermoon. More than anything."
"I love you too mother," Silvermoon replied, leaning in close and taking a long lick from the base of her mothers clit to the erect nub at the front.
"Ooohh. It feels better each time... I think you're improving my dear."
"MmmmHmm," Silvermoon muttered, her mouth currently full of her mother's cunt.
Faraleth's breathing became ragged and she had to struggle to keep quiet as she watched her team leader gorge herself on her own birthplace.
Scarlet's moans started to increase in volume. She reached down to her daughter's head and held it tight against her loins as Silvermoon continued to lap and thrust her tongue into her pussy. Silvermoon's tongue, though trained, was unable to catch all the streams of cum flowing from her mother's clit and they dripped to the floor. Likewise, Faraleth's own sopping cunt was soaking her hand as her middle finger plunged in and out at a pace Faraleth had never before mustered. She became so weak she had to lean against the tile wall to support her.
Soon Scarlet's moans were becoming quite loud and her face was a visage of undeniable pleasure. Silvermoon pressed hard against her mother's hot vent with each stroke of her tongue and probed her expertly. Within minutes Scarlet let out a long, barely contained moan and Faraleth could see from the strain on her face she was climaxing. Rolling back against the wall, Faraleth hit her own peak and clenched her eyes and gripped her left breast hard with her free hand, her cunt spasming around her rapidly thrusting finger. Her orgasm hit her so hard she removed her finger to cup her hand under her clit as her jism was making soft splats on the floor.
After what seemed like an eternity, her orgasm subsided. She opened her eyes and looked down to see that the inside of her legs were coated and slick with her juice, her hand was no exception and it was literally drenched. She looked back around the corner to see Silvermoon still crouched in front of her mother. Scarlet's head was back and held an expression of completely relaxed bliss, as if all her worries had suddenly vanished. Silvermoon was still in between her mother's legs, and her head still bobbed. A few seconds later, she pulled back. Faraleth could see thick bridges of girl cum running from her muzzle to her mother's crotch. Silvermoon and Scarlet looked at one another lovingly for a few seconds, and then locked muzzles again, Scarlet tasting her own juice.
Faraleth rolled back around the corner, astounded not just at what she saw, but what she did. She just masturbated to her own boss... and another female at that. And to top it all off, it was her boss eating out her own mother. Suddenly Faraleth began to think things about Valserya and Fluri and if what Sapphire said was true. She looked at the cum which still dripped from her hand, back around the corner to the still kissing Jar Gual, then back to her hand. She brought her soaked hand to her face and licked it slowly. She decided the taste wasn't all that repulsive after all and went to the task of cleaning her hand.
No sooner had she finished however then she heard the shower water stop. She then turned to the wall and pulled her legs tightly together, covering them with her hand. First Scarlet came around the corner. Still nude, she looked at Faraleth, who appeared to be cringing from her.
"Are you okay dear? You look as if you saw a ghost."
"I-I'm fine. I... I... I'm just a little tired... from the match still."
"Ok, but remember mama Scarlet is here if you need anything." Scarlet then turned to grab her sleeping robe and put it on. It was then Silvermoon walked around the corner, when she saw Faraleth she looked surprised.
"I thought everyone was already in bed." Silvermoon said, more to herself than Faraleth.
"I was late getting back from the med lab. I just got here," Faraleth lied.
"Did you now..." there was a long pause as Silvermoon looked up and down at Faraleth, who still was hugging the walls trying to appear modest. Silvermoon then smiled broadly, which did more than unnerve Faraleth, and brushed the topic off with a wave of her hand. "Ok, I'll just have to have a word with those doctors tomorrow then." She patted Faraleth on the shoulder and grabbed her robe. She put it on and followed her mother out the door, leaving Faraleth alone to her thoughts.
Well, lemme know what you thought. And who knows, there might be a follow up.