A Piece of Eden Pt. 01

A Piece of Eden

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Sweet child in time

You'll see the line

The line that's drawn between

Good and bad (Deep Purple -- Child in Time)

"Please, promise me you'll stay safe," the older woman hugged her daughter tightly as tears filled her eyes.

"Don't worry mom, I promise," the brown-haired girl returned the hug and found comfort in its warmth.

"We'll wait for your phone calls, honey," Her father said as the two women broke the embrace, "I know you might not be able to call every day, but please try and find the time to make sure your mom and dad don't die from worrying for you."

"I promise dad," the young girl rolled her hazel eyes and sighed, "you know I'm only going to boot camp, right?"

"We know, dear, we both did service you know..." Her mother said as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"The problem is, we think you don't know where you're going..." Her father gave a sarcastic smile.

"I know full well where I'm going," The young girl fired back, "I am going to the recruitment center..."

"And then?" Her father wondered.

"I... I don't know, depends on where they'll post me," She admitted.

"Got that right, girl, uncertainty is a part of the deal," he explained, "so please stay as safe as you can and let us know you're okay every now and then, kiddo."

"Please board the bus," A call came from behind the girl, it was a soldier, dressed in an olive-colored uniform.

"Mom, dad, it's time," The girl said, she picked up her huge bag and blew them a kiss.

The two parents returned a kiss and hugged, the mother bursting into tears as her daughter made her way to the bus. It was an old piece of scrap, probably older than she is, the red color faded and peeling at certain spots. Her mother's sobs faded as she neared the soldier, he was about her age, holding a folder in his hand.

"ID number, please," He asked, his voice giving the girl a sense of urgency.

"351642546," She blurted the number she memorized, "My name is Mo-"

"Here you are," the soldier tapped his finger on the list in his folder, cutting the girl's introduction short, "get on the bus please."

The girl shook her head, not sure how to react to the soldier's rude welcome. Knowing this was not the time or place to retaliate, she climbed onto the bus and took the first vacant seat she saw. Through the dusty window, she could see her mother and father, still hugged. She waved goodbye as the bus's engine rattled to life and her long journey began. She couldn't help but shed a few tears over the life that just ended, she knew that the minute she got on the bus things will change, and she had no control over what was coming.

The ride lasted an hour and a half, she used the time to listen to music on the headphones. The sea was on her right and lush green wilderness was on her left as the ride went on and she lost herself to the music. It was a bright day and the sun seemed to smile. The girl couldn't help but form a little smile on her ruby lips in return.

The bus stopped at the gate to the base. A large wooden sign read "National Recruitment Center." The girl packed her stuff inside the bag, it was huge because her mother packed it with what seemed like 5 years' worth of supply. Lifting the huge thing on her back she made her way off the bus.

"Welcome to the NRC, please form a line and walk through this door," a soldier instructed the group of girls that came off the bus. They were about 20 of them, all the same age, 18. They stumbled around a little before the line started moving towards the door the soldier pointed to. The one-floor building looked small, it was colored brown, but not a lively brown like the girl's clean hair, the color of the building was a dusty, faded brown. Inside, the fluorescent light flickered every now and then. The line was greeted by another soldier, the girl heard him ask everyone in the line for their ID before letting them through.

"ID number?" He asked when her turn came.

"351642546," She answered and started following the line.

"Hold it," he said assertively, "I need you to come this way please," he pointed to another hallway.

"Did I do something wrong?" She wondered, not sure what to make of the situation.

"Not at all, just follow me, please," He said as he started to march. Soon they stood before another white room, the sign said, "Base Commander."

"He wants to see you, go right in," The soldier gestured towards the door and left down another hallway.

She knocked, "Come in," A voice answered from the other side. She opened the door and entered an office, it was painted white and covered with framed certificates. In the center of the room was a table with chairs on both sided, and in one chair sat a mature man. His hair was white, and he wore a uniform decorated with a dozen pins.

"Please take a seat," He gestured to the empty chair.

She placed the bag next to the chair and sat down, "Thank you."

"Well, you are Moran Eden, right?" He asked directly. She nodded in confirmation. "Do you want some coffee?"

"Thank you, can I just have a glass of water?" Moran asked.

"You sure?" He asked, surprised by the choice. He clicked a button and called the order, then he went on with the conversation. "My name is Lieutenant-Colonel Tal. I am the commanding officer in this base."

Moran didn't quite know how to react, so she tried her best shot at introducing herself, "My name is Moran Eden, I'm 18-"

"I know who you are, I was told about you," he said calmly. Just as he spoke a female soldier came in, she politely said hello and placed a cup of coffee before Tal and a plastic cup before Moran. She then rushed out of the room quietly.

"You are something special Moran, we never had someone like you," Tal said as he sipped the coffee, "If I understand correctly, you are the only futa in the country..."

"In the world, the only one of my kind..." Moran added with a smile.

"Well, I see..." Tal leaned back in his seat, "we take everyone here in the army, as you know recruitment is compulsory. You will be processed later on, but for now, I want to set some ground rules with you, Moran. I really don't want to see the first futa in the army going on trial on her first day here..."

"I'm not looking for trouble," Moran lowered her eyes and took a gallop of water.

"No one is, but you'll learn the army takes its rules very seriously. Rule number one, keep your hands to yourself, Moran."

Moran was shocked by how straight-coming the man before her was, "I'd never do anything like that, I'm not a rapist..."

"We know, says here you're a virgin," The man said, a smile on his face. Moran had no idea how the man knew this, but one thing was abundantly clear to her, this man is holding all the cards.

"You did your homework..." Moran said, her face red.

"I did, and you will learn to do yours in due time," he said, a smug smile on his face, "Most people spend a night or two in this base before going to their home bases. You, however, have been assigned to a unit beforehand."

Moran looked directly at the man's lips, she knew to next few words Tal will say are going to determine what her next two years are going to look like. "You are the newest addition to unit 909, have you ever heard anything about it?"

"I'm sorry, but I haven't..." Moran admitted.

"Well, I'll let the unit introduce itself, I just wanted you to know It's a unit comprised solely of women..." Tal paused for a moment, "Now, the army also believes in equal opportunities. Because of that, you are granted certain privileges. Your file says you have a problem "holding it in," if you know what I mean," Tal finished his coffee, "you will have an extra free hour in private every three days."

"You mean I can take care of myself once every three days?" Moran asked, unsure if she heard right. The man nodded in confirmation, "but I have to go daily..."

"You need to understand something, young lady, you are in the army now, you better grow up fast and deal with things as they come," Tal leaned towards her, "Else you want to end up with prison time..." Moran wanted to answer the man but knew the price would be too high. She nodded in understanding and let the lecture continue.

"Now, as for uniforms. We tailored a special uniform just for you," He handed her a brown bag that probably weighed half as much as she did, "You'll find everything you need inside. Lastly, there is a bus waiting to take you to boot camp outside," And with that, he got on his feet and offered his hand out.

Moran grabbed it and gave a sturdy shake, putting all her strength into it, it didn't seem to affect him. She heaved the bag over her right shoulder, grabbed the backpack her mother made her in her left hand and walked out. The soldier who led her to the room waited for her outside. He guided her to another bus, this time a smaller one.

Moran climbed onboard and greeted the driver. She thought the bus was empty, but as she moved inside, she noticed another girl, slouching in the back row. She looked short, the uniform disguised her other features. Was it not for her red hair tied in a ponytail and her face gentle and splattered with freckles, Moran probably couldn't have guessed she was female. The girl noticed Moran and lifted her posture slightly to get a better look at her.

"Shalom," Moran greeted her.

"Shalom, my name is Ayala, nice to meet you," The girl answered back.

"Moran, nice to meet you too, are you assigned to unit 909 too?" Moran wondered.

"Yes," Ayala confirmed with a big smile on her face, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but are you the girl everyone's talking about?"

"I don't know, honestly," Moran said as she took a seat near the girl so they could talk on the way. "I don't really know anything, I just got here, the base commander talked with me and I got on the bus, that's it."

Ayala's face turned white, as if something in her mind clicked. "You are her," She offered her hand in excitement and Moran shook it, "The only futanari in the world, amazing," She mumbled to herself.

"I get that every now and then," Moran admitted, "But I'm just a regular girl, nothing special about me..." she tried to lower Ayala's expectations.

"What are you talking about? You're all over the news, girl," Ayala exclaimed, "The only futanari in the world..." she suddenly lowered her voice, "and they say you also own the biggest `love-stick` ever," both girls turned red as Ayala said it.

"I don't think my `love-stick` is anyone's business..." Moran protected her privacy, but she could see Ayala was scanning her carefully to find where she placed her appendage. Sitting down in her seat, Moran remained quiet for the whole ride, hoping this was enough to fend off the rude girl.

The ride was long and boring, Moran sunk into her headphones and closed her eyes. She pretended to sleep so she could sink into her thoughts. After two hours the bus slowed down and came to a stop.

"This is it, girls," The driver said, "South Valley boot camp..."

Moran packed her things and heaved her bags. She thanked the driver and stepped outside. From the minute Moran stepped on solid ground she realized one simple thing, she was in the middle of nowhere. Were it not for the handful of tents that littered the sand, she would have guessed the driver dropped her off in the middle of the desert.

"Welcome to South Valley!" Came a sharp voice, it was a female soldier. She had several colorful pins on her left breast and what looked like the most dazzling green strand wrapped around her left shoulder. "My name is Mor and I will be your Non-Commissioned Officer, or NCO," She walked over to the girls with slow deliberate steps, her short black hair giving her a boyish demeanor, her voice clear and unapologetically loud, "from this day forward, you will address me as ma'am! Do you understand?"

Moran looked at Ayala, both were clearly confused. "We understand..." Moran answered.

"Soldier," Mor almost screamed at Moran, "Show some respect towards your superiors! The correct response is: Yes, ma'am! Now give it a go, do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Both girls retorted.

"Good, now you," She pointed to Moran, "you need to get dressed, can't have you acting like a civi anymore."

"Yes, ma'am," Moran answered, trying her best to adjust, "is there someplace private I can change?"

"Yes," She pointed to one of the tents, "the dressing room is in there. You have 10 minutes..."

"10 minutes?" Moran wondered, "I don't know if I can change so quickly."

"The standard time is 7, rookie, better get moving."

Moran thanked her and went off to change, she knew times were a big thing in the army and didn't want to start off on the wrong foot. The tent itself was lackluster at best, it had no door, inside were 3 booths, each had a curtain for a door.

"Well, it is what it is," Moran accepted the situation and walked in. She picked the booth farthest from the entrance. She closed the curtain as best she could and started to undress. She started with her top, a black t-shirt. She peeled it off to expose her white bra, containing a pair of big orbs. Next, she casually removed her shoes before unzipping her blue jeans.

Moran allowed gravity to grab her garment and pull it to the floor, revealing her white panties. Along her crotch ran the natural wonder Ayala asked about, a cock slithered down her right leg, escaping the confines of the panties. Like Moran's body, her cock was pale, soft and inviting. Below was her pink slit, Moran had no ballsack.

"What do we have here?" She wondered and looked inside the bag. First came out what seemed to her like a partial black bathing suit. "Sure, we'll start with that..." She located the leg holes and stepped into the thing. Her body was covered from her thighs all the way up to her rib cage. The thing had extra fabric upfront, it took Moran a minute to understand it was meant for her cock. Reaching into the bag again she found a shirt, it was a perfect fit for her slim body, even her large bust fitted comfortably. Next, came her olive pants, another perfect fit.

Moran turned to the bag and found a belt and a dark green beret. She fastened the belt and placed the beret on her right shoulder.

"Are you done, soldier?" Came Mor's voice.

"Just need to put on my shoes," Moran said and got to her feet. The black boots were another perfect fit but they felt stiff, hard to move in. Moran struggled to her feet and pushed the curtain aside. "How do I look, ma'am?" She declared.

"Your beret is on the wrong side soldier!" Mor pointed out. Moran immediately noticed her mistake and corrected it. "I gave you 10 minutes soldier, what does my watch say?" She raised her voice.

"12 minutes," Moran said quietly.

"This is your last warning. If you fail to meet your times again, I will have to punish you..."

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Moran apologized.

"Now follow me," Mor instructed and started walking hastily. She marched across the sands, not looking back to make sure Moran was following her. She passed a few tents before stopping in her tracks. Before her stood a group of 7 women.

"Officer approaching, 2, 3, attention!" One of the girls declared and they all stood at attention in a single row.

"I want you to meet Moran," Mor said and pointed to the newest addition, "She will be joining you in your training. You've all been briefed about the situation and I expect you to welcome her and behave appropriately."

"Yes, ma'am!" The squad answered in unison. Mor gestured for Moran to join the group. Moran walked over to the left side of the row and stood at attention herself.

Moran thanked god that the day was coming to an end. They received old m16s, saw the tent they will sleep in and learned about ranks in the army. She felt overwhelmed with this new lifestyle, everything was happening so fast, and now it was time for dinner. The squad stood in a single file before the door to the dining room.

"I am going to ask each one of you a question about what we learned today," Mor stood between them, and the dining room, "get it right and you'll go inside and eat..." She didn't say what would happen if they failed the question. The line slowly progressed and everyone answered perfectly. Before she knew it, Moran was up.

"What is the standard ammunition for an M16a1?" She asked softly.

Moran wasn't ready for the question, after such an overwhelming day she wasn't ready for a question like what is your name? She froze, two numbers floated around in her head as she lingered, 9mm and 5.54. "I... Mmm... 5.54, ma'am," Moran called it.

"Wrong soldier!" Mor shouted her lungs out, "This is the most basic of things Moran, 5.56! Five fifty-six! How can you mess it up, soldier!" Her face was red with anger.

"I'm sorry Mor, I-" Moran started to apologize when she realized what she said.

"You will address me by my proper title soldier! Now drop and give me 30!" Mor ordered.

"I don't understand," Moran pleaded helplessly, not sure what her commander said.

"Drop to the floor and give me 30 push-ups," She explained, "You have 20 seconds!"

Moran didn't argue, she dropped on her knees and started. Though she wouldn't like to admit it, Moran wasn't in shape, at all. She started sweating after five and before she reached ten Mor called it, "Time's up soldier," Moran got on her feet and tried to catch her breath.

"You failed your mission soldier!" Mor screamed again, "I think you want to learn the hard way..."

"You... You didn't give me enough time," Moran protested. Up until that point, Moran was sure her commander was red as can be, but the words that left her mouth taught her she was only starting.

"We have a wiseass with us today..." Mor moved beside Moran, clearing the way to the dining room, "You can go eat, I hope you like the food, because you won't like the two-hour leave detention you just earned, Moran."

"Please explain, ma'am" Moran tried to understand what Mor tried to say.

"It means that come Friday, when everybody goes home you stay an extra two hours," Mor started to walk away, "If you rack 4 hours you stay for the weekend... Better go inside, dinner ends in 20 minutes," and with that, Mor disappeared around a corner, leaving behind a confused Moran.

It took Moran a few moments to realize just what happened, to grasp that her weekend home was now at risk. As she entered the dining hall, she decided it was time to get her head in the game, to focus on being better at this new game. Moran looked at the buffet, it wasn't good, everything was made in mass and looked like the person who made it didn't care one bit how it looked like. Moran took a spoonful of omelet, a couple slices of Yellow Cheese, and a glass of yogurt. She wanted to take some salad, but the tomatoes and the cucumbers looked like they ripened a decade ago.

Looking around, she located her unit by finding Ayala, her burning red hair a decent beckon for the lost. She approached while holding the tray carefully, "Evening girls, can I join you please?"

"Sure, come sit next to me," A girl with long black hair offered. Moran felt relived sitting down after the hell she went through. "So how many hours did you get?" The girl asked.

"How do you..." Moran blurted, surprised they knew what happened.

"We assumed as much," the girl explained, "if you answered the question correctly, we could have gone out and enjoyed a smoke by this time."

"But you came this late, you probably pissed Mor off," a blond soldier took over, "well... how many hours at leave?"