Life on the Agri-world of Astela was tough. It was tough when it was under the yoke of the Imperium and it stays tough even now, in rebellion for a better life. Unfortunately for the rebelling Astelans, the Imperium does not take kindly to rebels and already, Guard regiments have been sent to pacify the unruly planet.
As such, within the opening months of the Planet's secession from the greater Imperium, they were under siege. The skies darkened with hundreds of aircrafts dropping it's payload of guardswomen and soon the Astelans were forced to fight to keep their independence. It's a good thing that while inexperienced, the guardswomen sent to fight them were just as klutzy and dorky as the galaxy remembers.
The 74th Catachan Jungle Fighters, the 88th Dork Korps of Krieg, and the 68th Cadian Shock Troops were by no mean inexperienced nor incompetent...but the Imperium's legendary luck, or lack of, against it's numerous enemies holds true even against it's own worlds! Whether it be logistical issues causing shortages in weapons and ammunition, uniforms, and vehicles, the Astelans managed to stalemate the warriors of the Imperium time after time.
For many, this war was important to their way of life, determining whether or not they would be truly free or be brought back into the fold. For the guardswomen, this was just another tuesday of them getting their panties yanked up their ass and humiliated by a variety of things.
For one rebel, a Natasha Cummings, this was the most exciting time of her life! Like many Astelans, she was a rather thin young woman conscripted by their new "Council of Astela", the rebelling government that is trying to secede from the Imperium.
Sure the rather bare bones military training was tough on her, causing her endless pain to her rear, but the training made her feel stronger then she ever did before! Then the Imperium arrived with their vaunted Imperial Guard. Sure Astela had a mustering every few decades, but seeing the legendary guardswomen was incredibly inspiring, even when they were fighing against the very protectors of humanity!
Then the fighting began and...it was enlightening. Sure the guardswomen were fearsome fighters...but they were also huge dorks! Natasha found herself more often then not, the one giving these tough soldiers wedgies and spanking their fat bubble butts! One particular memory was fighting against the Dork Korps of Krieg, which was a very apt name for the gasmask wearing women.
The bayonet charge was a fearful sight to see, a horde of soldiers charging at them fanatically. Of course the fact that the Astelans had a fortified position meant that it was rather...anticlimactic. Dozens of korpwomen were knocked down in an instance, tazed from dozens of lasbolts!
Helpless, they were easy pickings for the inexperienced but eager rebels who practiced their wedgie and spanking giving skills with the nice Korpwomen at hand! Whilst in the middle of giving a Krieger a wedgie with her princess panties, Natasha also discovered the Kriegers liked to keep some toys in their panties as well. Why they would ever subject themselves to that made her shudder, but the grunts and moans the gasmask wearing woman made was a sound that Natasha found herself relishing.
Regardless of that, today Natasha was scouting one of the Imperial Guard's positions. The province of Othela was one of the few areas that the Guard has firmly under their control. As one of many Astelan scouts and saboteurs, Natasha was to collect as much intel as possible and perhaps even cause some sabotage! As such, this was the reason why she was currently hiding in some bushes nearby while using a modified vox to spy on some Catachans nearby in a bunker.
“Why the hell are we stuck here on guard duty. Those latex wearing dorks are taking all of the fun.” A Catachan with her long blonde hair pulled into a long single braid whines to her other two equally irritated jungle fighters.
“Shut your whiny trap, Lucia.” The tallest of the three dismissively waves her off, “Orders are orders, and if Colonel Vance heard you mouthing off, she’d have you join the next Kreig bayonet charge in nothing but your skivvies.” She continues, idyll pacing around the bunker.
“In my skivvies huh?” Lucia echoes, raising her eyebrows as an idea comes to mind. She reached for her own belt buckle of her baggy fatigues, and flicked it open. Her pants slump down to her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her tight, tan crop top, brown leather combat boots, and a pair of bright pink granny panties covered with little unicorn prints and frilly white trimming.
“Well, If we’re gonna be stuck her, might as well get comfortable in here. Am I right ladies?” Lucia grins as she pounces on the tallest, kneading her massive E cup breasts in her hands like dough, melting the once disciplined soldier into a quivering, horny girl in a matter of seconds.
As a show of effort, The third Catachan gathers the strewn clothing of the other two, and tosses them out the side window of the bunker. Sure they could go out and get it back, but there’s no turning back right now in the heat of the moment!
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Option 1: Recon! This is a very important event taking place! It would be a good idea for Natasha to observe everything that is going on!
Option 2: Carry on the Mission! As fun as this is, Natasha still needs to get going!
Option 3: Fight??? The Catachans are caught with their pants down, literally! Is this the time to strike?
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