Field Rations Always Suck, part 2


In the morning, Freddie was the first to wake up, but he chose to just enjoy the feel of the teen beauties he was sandwiched between until they woke up too. Monica was the next to open her eyes, and after a happy little stretch, she kissed her way around her brother’s shoulder and up to his lips. Still leaning over him, she peppered more kisses down the length of his side under the covers until she got to his hips. Freddie chuckled silently when she leaned completely over both him and Nikki, pushing her face into Nikki’s crotch. He could feel her brushing on the tip of his dick now and then, but it was obvious that she was spreading her attention to more than just his growing manhood poking between Nikki’s thighs.

Nikki woke up with a moan and put a hand on the back of Monica’s head before even opening her eyes. Monica took this as a command to work harder, so she started moving more energetically, while Nikki lifted her top leg to give the girl easier access. Freddie got involved at this point, sucking on Nikki’s neck and fondling her breasts from behind. Monica occasionally deviated from eating pussy long enough to give the head of Freddie’s dick a suck, but kept her main focus on getting off his new girlfriend.

When Nikki’s moans built in volume, announcing her orgasm, Freddie threw off the covers, pushed his sister aside, climbed on top, and drove his cock straight into Nikki’s spasming cunt. He showed her no mercy when she cried out even louder, pounding into his girlfriend with long, rapid strokes. This sudden change in stimulation pushed Nikki into another orgasm directly on the tail of the first one.

Monica didn’t take any offense from being momentarily ejected from their morning sex. Rather than trying to involve herself with the couple again, she sat back and started fingering herself, enjoying watching them fuck.

After Freddie came, he fell gently forward and rolled off to lie next to Nikki. As soon as her panting died down, Nikki reached out and pulled Monica over to lick them both clean.

“Good morning,” moaned Nikki.

“Morning gorgeous," responded Freddie.

Monica moaned a greeting too, but didn’t stop digging cum out of Nikki’s snatch with her tongue.

Nikki let out a long slow breath that was somewhere between a sigh and a moan.

“I feel like the happiest girl in the world,” Nikki said. “I’ve got a brand new boyfriend who fucks like a stallion, aaand a tasty new girlfriend who eats pussy just as well as she sucks cock.”

Freddie kissed her tenderly. “So, I guess we’re official, then?”

“You kidding?” Nikki smiled at him. “That was so much more than a casual fuck last night, Fred, darling. Until you dump or snuff me, I consider us to be very much together.” She put an affectionate hand on Monica. “A throuple for a while, and then I suppose we’ll be a couple, after you snuff your–umm, what was it–MOTF.” She pushed lightly on Monica’s head. “Unh, fuck, you horny piggy, stop. My clit can’t take any more right now.”

Monica looked up, smiling lovingly.

“I know it’s probably too soon to say it,” Nikki said to Freddie, “but I’m quite definitely in love.”

Freddie and Nikki kissed again.

“Oh, come to think of it, Moni needs to go to her own training camp, don’t you?” He looked down at Monica’s cum moistened face. “When are you leaving for that?”

Monica sunk her face back down, hiding partially between Nikki’s thighs. “I don’t actually know,” she admitted.

Freddie’s brow furrowed. “How can you not know? Didn’t they tell you when you signed up?”

“Well, that’s the thing–I haven’t technically signed up yet,” was the slightly muffled reply.

“But, you said you filled out the volunteer form,” countered her brother. “So, you have signed up.”

“I read it, but I didn’t actually sign it,” Monica confessed, looking up apologetically. “I couldn’t fill it out at the time, because I needed this.” She scooted up and reached out, touching his dog tags. “Without your serial number, they wouldn’t be able to pre-assign me to you; I’d just be given out to whoever needed fresh rations, as soon as I finished meat training.”

Freddie groaned in frustration. “Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?”

Monica tried to hide again, this time in Nikki’s cleavage, and Nikki wrapped a comforting arm around her. “I’m pretty sure they’ll send me to training right away, and I wanted to spend some more time with my big brother. Please don’t be mad, Freddie.”

He sighed and shook his head. “I’m not mad at you. But, if you aren’t through your training before I go into combat, they’ll assign me a random MOTF, so you really need to sign up, soonest.”

Monica sat up, wide eyed.

“Well,” said Nikki, hugging Monica’s waist, “I guess that settles the question of what we’re doing today.”


After cleaning up together, Nikki realized that she hadn’t brought a change of clothes, so Monica took her to borrow clothes from Stephani and her mom, Siena, since they were about Nikki’s size.

At breakfast, Freddie told the family about Monica’s impending departure. “Depending how long it is before I get called in to be deployed, Moni might not have a chance to come back home before we get shipped out.”

“So, we won’t see her until you get back from the war?” asked Alba. “How long does a war last?”

“Alba, sweetie,” Mama said tenderly, “that’s not how it works. Frederico will be coming home now and then, but Monica is going as his field rations. That means she won’t be coming back at all.”

The younger girls all got quieter at that, thinking of how they would miss them both.

“Freddie, you lucky son of a she-cow,” teased Stephani loudly. “You get to eat that big juicy ass all on your own. I guess I’ll have to pick a different cousin to serve at my wedding, once I snag myself a man.”

Nikki turned her nose up at Stephani in mock indignation. “Ha. You’re assuming Fred won’t have you turning on a spit at our wedding, you scrawny meatslut.”

This started the girls all talking about whom they thought would end up on who’s dinner plate, which devolved into an argument about which of them was going to taste the best.


At the door, most of the family gathered to say their goodbyes to Monica. This consisted of quite a few kisses, several cheeky gropes, and hugs from all of them.

“You look after your brother while you’re out there, young lady,” instructed Mama. “Keep him well fed, and make sure nobody gets past you to hurt my only boy, you hear me?”

“Yes, Mama,” mumbled Monica, struggling to get enough air to breathe in her mama’s cleavage.

“Train hard, little dumpling,” said Papa. “You need to be strong enough to be of help out there. The way I hear it, you’ll be his pack mule, and his shield, not just a source of protein. And, whatever you do, don’t ever slow him down, or make him come back into danger to get you.”

“Yes, Papa.”

“When I was serving, my field rations took more than a few bullets for me,” said Gramps. “But, don’t discount your value as a source of warmth at night, or stress relief in those quiet times when a good blowjob can help him clear his head for the next fight.” He squeezed her ass and pushed his hips into her when they hugged. “I don’t suppose you could give an old soldier one more, for the road.”

Monica giggled, but shook her head. “Sorry, Gramps, but we need to get going.”


Nikki and Monica made out in the backseat the whole way to the recruiting office, while Freddie drove. Once there, they went directly to an open table, where a busty recruiter wearing only a camo patterned cap and boots helped them fill out the necessary paperwork and talked them through the process.

“You guys showed up at the perfect time,” said the woman, who introduced herself as Ration Grade A 4385. “In about two hours, I’ll be taking a bus load of fresh meat to start training right away. We only ship out the girls twice a week, but you won’t have to wait around long at all before we get going.”

Ration 4385 directed Monica to step on a scale, and then took her measurements to add to the grading portion of the form. After the paperwork was filled out to her satisfaction, the woman directed them through a door, where they found a man tattooing on a naked girl’s neck. After he was done, he waved Monica to sit in the chair while he looked at her paperwork.

“This all seems to be in order,” he stated, in a bored tone. “Now, keep still, MOTF, I need to give you your serial number.”

A few painful minutes later, an eleven digit number preceded by the letter B had been indelibly printed on Monica’s neck, then the man pointed them to a waiting area. There were about a dozen other girls already waiting. Several were gently fingering each other, or eating each other out, and one was getting fucked by an older man, but most were just sitting around chatting animatedly.

“Well, I guess this is it,” said Monica, looking around and rubbing her cunt absently.

Nikki pinched the girl’s nipple and shook her head. “It sounds like you have some time to kill. You won’t see him for a while, so why not give your brother a blowjob before we go?”

“I’d love that,” Monica smiled. “And I can do you next, if you want, Nikki.”

Freddie took one of the open seats, and his sister fished out his cock. Monica tried to take her time, but the room full of naked girls and general air of excitement had them both horny, so it wasn’t long before he was shooting his load down her throat. Nikki had sat down next to them, and already had her skirt flipped up, shamelessly exposing her moistening pussy to everyone present. Monica didn’t even pause to take a breath before diving between Nikki’s legs, kissing the last shot of cum into her cunt. Nikki also didn’t last long under the skilled assault of Monica’s tongue, a fact which the whole room could clearly hear from her moans.

After she had composed herself, Nikki stood up and helped Monica to her feet. They kissed deeply a few times, playfully licking up some of the residual cum that had smeared on each other’s faces.

“Even if it was just for a day,” said Nikki fondly, “you made a great girlfriend, Moni. Now, I’m counting on you to take good care of our man while he’s away. Don’t ever let his nuts get backed up, or let him go hungry.” She cupped a hand firmly on the meatgirl’s cunt and breast to emphasize her points.

“Yes, ma’am. You can count on me,” said Monica in a serious tone, but with a wide grin.

Nikki stepped back to let Freddie say his goodbye. He swept up his sister in a bear hug, lifting her slightly off the floor in the process. When he set her down, Monica turned her head up, and he kissed her once.

“I’ll see you in a few weeks, porkchop,” he said simply, with a smile.

Monica beamed at her brother. “I’m going to be the best field ration ever, just for you, big brother; you just wait and see.”

After Freddie and Nikki had waved one last time, and walked back out towards the entrance, Monica settled in and started getting to know the other girls she would be training with. The variety in the volunteers surprised her. Looking around, Monica could see that they ranged from early teens all the way up to late twenties, with all sorts of body shapes and sizes.

It seemed only a few moments later that Ration 4385 strode into the room and called for their attention. “Alright, fellow meatsluts,” she called pleasantly, “time for us to move out. Everyone stand, line up in front of this door, and follow me. Don’t forget to bring your paperwork.”

She led them out to a bus painted all over in pink and black camo, taking their papers as they boarded. After the group from the waiting room were all on the bus, she went back into the building, soon returning at the head of an even longer line of naked girls, which also climbed aboard with the woman.

The bus made two more stops, picking up about as many girls at each of the other recruiting branches, along with an additional woman dressed in the same type of hat and boots as Ration 4385. The last group found that even squeezing close together on every bench seat, several girls had to either stand in the aisle or sit on someone’s lap. Being packed together naked like this led to quite a bit of groping and rubbing, so even those not intentionally sexually playing with their benchmates were quite horny by the time they pulled into the camp ground.

As they disembarked, the fresh meat were ordered to form a long double line, facing a gruff looking sergeant and a few additional rations in their minimal uniforms. When the women were satisfied with how the girls were arranged, the sergeant addressed them.

“Welcome to field ration training camp two hundred and seventy-one!” he bellowed. “Here, you will be strained, tortured, broken, and rebuilt into army certified meat, ready and able to serve your assigned soldier for the remainder of your life! I would say that these next two weeks will be hell, but that would be underselling it! War is hell. This camp–this will make war feel like a pleasant vacation at the beach.

“Make no mistake,” he continued, “the only ways out of this camp are to complete the course, or die trying! More than a few of you pathetic sluts will not survive what we have in store for you.”

He took his combat knife out of its sheath and handed it to one of the women standing near him.

“To get us started, Ration 4385 will now demonstrate how to properly gut yourself to prep your meat for your hungry master.”

“Thank you, sir,” beamed Ration 4385, taking the knife. “Watch closely,” she called to the fresh meat, “I’m only going to do this once!”

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A bit over a week later, Freddie found Nikki standing by the front door looking anxious when he returned from his morning run. When he reached her, she held out his phone.

“You got a message,” she said. “It looks important.”

Still breathing heavily, he took the phone and read the message, nodding at the end.

“It’s my orders. I am to report to the base by 0600, day after tomorrow.”

His girlfriend hugged him, and they went inside to tell the family that their boy was headed off to war.

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Ration 3041 blinked at the bright sunlight as she jogged off the cargo plane onto the hot tarmac, her pack of cooking supplies clanking with each step, grateful for her standard issue boots and hat. Once she and the other new rations had lined up, a lieutenant called out the directions for each squad, dismissing them group by group to find their assigned masters.

When Private Martini saw her running up to him, for a moment he thought she would throw herself into him, but the smiling meatgirl stopped a couple paces short and saluted.

“Ration Grade B 3041, reporting for service, sir!” she said in a hoarse voice.

“Moni!” cried Freddie, hugging her tightly. “You’re here!”

Wondering why she didn’t return the embrace, he looked at her, noticing absently that ‘3041’ were the last four digits of the number on her neck.

“You have to say at ease,” whispered the ration.

“At ease, sis,” he chuckled.

She immediately wrapped her arms and legs around him, and kissed him like she was starving for his lips. It took a few minutes of passionately making out before she would release him and stand on her own again.

Looking around at the rest of the squad, it wasn’t hard to guess which of the newly arrived MOTFs were random assignments and which were already intimately familiar with their master. A few had disappeared into the barracks to make use of the bunks, but most of his squadmates were still standing around, many with an eager pair of lips, of one type or the other, wrapped around their dick.

“How can I serve you, sir?” inquired a grinning Ration 3041, already starting to kneel.

Freddie laughed, “You already know how, my MOTF. By the way, what happened to your voice?”

“Pain tolerance training was hard on my vocal cords,” she rasped, pulling out his cock. “They’re not quite healed yet.”

While he enjoyed his blowjob, Freddie looked around more carefully, evaluating the MOTFs his squadmates had received. Most looked like the sort of meat he expected from army field rations, but one in particular surprised him. The young sergeant in charge of the squad had received a thin girl who barely looked old enough to volunteer, with cone shaped AA breasts and underdeveloped hips, but she did at least have the look of a swimmer or a distance runner. The eager way she was bouncing her doubtless tight cunt on his cock, plus a noticeable family resemblance, led Freddie to realize that she was most likely a niece or young cousin who had volunteered to feed her uncle at the earliest allowed opportunity.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t make it in time,” commented Freddie, looking back down at his own MOTF again. “From what I hear, we were only waiting for some supplies before rolling out, so we’ll probably be leaving first thing in the morning.” He chuckled softly, “Oh, I guess you girls were the supplies, huh?”

Ration 3041 moaned in response, but didn’t stop sucking until he came, and she had swallowed every drop.

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“Company, halt! Alright boys, we’ll make camp here,” ordered Sergeant Stevenson. “Lowden, you’ve got ration duty tonight.”

“Yes, sir,” replied Private Lowden. He glanced forward at his MOTF in the group at the front of the column, and the bullet hole in her shoulder–he’d been expecting that order since their firefight that morning.

“Give me one of your canteens, then go help cook, Moni,” said Private Martini, when his own MOTF approached for her orders.

“Yes, sir,” she panted, still a little winded from their march.

The squad had gone through three of their original ten MOTFs, and they hadn’t received any replacements yet. Most of the new rations had assumed that they would be eaten right away, but their value as pack animals and cannon fodder meant that most MOTFs didn’t get fully butchered until they had taken enough damage to slow them down on the march. The first one to go had stepped on a land mine, the second had been shot and killed while drawing enemy fire, and the last had simply twisted her ankle on some uneven terrain. Two of the others had contributed an arm or a breast to the squad’s meals, but were still considered more useful on two feet.

Naturally, Ration 3041 wasn’t the only one helping cook. One of the others bandaged both of Lowden’s MOTF’s shoulders after he had removed her arms, and the sergeant’s lanky MOTF was getting a fire started. Lowden’s MOTF, designated Ration Grade B 9353, thought her grilled hocks would go well with some fried potatoes and green beans, so Ration 3041 was put to work peeling and slicing the potatoes.

“I can’t believe it,” muttered Ration 3041.

“What’s that?” asked Ration 7421, just coming back to the fire with the pans she’d collected from the other MOTFs.

“Before I signed up,” explained 3041, “I made a joke to my brother about how silly it was to think that I would be peeling potatoes on a battlefield. And now, here I am.” She spread her arms out expressively.

“I know what you mean,” 7421 laughed. “When I volunteered, I figured I would have my brains fucked out by a sexy soldier for a few days, then he would spit me and eat me. Looking back, I can see how naive it was to think that they wouldn’t be putting us to work.”

“What?” asked Ration 9353, sitting up from where she had been recovering. “You mean you aren’t getting your brains fucked out? Alex–I mean–Master Lowden has been pounding me so hard I can barely walk in the morning. I’ll bet tonight he’ll be even less gentle.” She glanced over at her master with an adoring look.

“Oh, no, yeah, the sex is great,” agreed 7421, who was the only remaining Grade A in the squad. “I just meant that I thought the only difficult parts would be the actual fighting. I didn’t know it was even humanly possible to run as far as we went last week,” she groaned.

“Yeah, I knew we’d be doing all this other stuff, but I thought we would be shooting and getting shot at every day,” contributed Ration Grade C 0137, flipping over the first girl chop. “But, we’ve been in, let’s see, three firefights in the last two months?”

“Four,” corrected 3041, reaching for another potato. “You’re forgetting that one in the market early on.”

“That one doesn’t count,” disagreed 0137. “She was just a suicide bomber, she didn’t have a gun.”

“But, our boys had to shoot her to keep her from getting in range,” asserted 7421. “I think 3041 is right, someone shot, so that means it counts.”

“Either way,” said 7421, “this is very different from how it is in the movies and stuff.”

“I don’t care as much about all that,” said Ration 9353, watching another of her girl chops sizzle on the pan. “I’m just disappointed that I have to share my meat with the whole squad, instead of feeding it all to my high school crush, like I’d imagined.”

The others murmured their agreement.

That night in their tent, Ration 3041 asked what her brother thought of the war.

“This war doesn’t seem all that much like the stories Gramps always told us.” She paused to moan as his dick reached her cervix. “He made it sound like it was all shooting, and stabbing, and malaria fevers.”

“Yeah, well,” Freddie grunted, “I’m sure he skipped all the boring parts. Also, he spent most of his time in a jungle fighting against an organized army, and we’re in an arid climate hunting for scattered insurgents. It’s bound to be a very different kind of war. Fuck, how are you still this tight, sis?”

“I’m your very own, custom made meatgirl, sir,” his MOTF moaned. “It’s my job to be perfect for you. Of course, it helps that you fuck my throat more often than my pussy.”

“Well, you know what Gramps says about field rations.”

She groaned and thrust back at him even more vigorously, to distract him from finishing the thought.

After he came, he moved to a different topic. “Hey, Moni, you MOTFs all talk amongst yourselves, right? What’s the deal with the sergeant’s ration? She’s so scrawny, I can hardly believe she made it through training.”

“Ration 0137? Yeah, she was at the same camp as me. In fact, I bunked with her once or twice, so I know a little of her story. She comes from a family of career military men, where most of the girls also volunteer, sooner or later. I thought I was highly motivated to get through training to get back to you, but that little kitten put the rest of us to shame when it came to sheer drive. All the other girls near her size didn’t make it, but 0137 worked twice as hard as any of us and just about always finished at the head of the pack. They ended up keeping her in pain tolerance training longer than the rest of us, too, because she was the only one who didn’t scream or beg them to stop. When I was with her, she moaned about her ‘Uncle Ed’ every time she came. She says thinking about him every second of every day was what got her through it all.”

“Huh,” grunted Freddie. “I could see she was dedicated to him, but I wouldn’t have guessed all that. Still, I’ll bet you give better blowjobs, sis.”

She grinned at that, and moved down to prove herself worthy of the praise.