Fourth Vector Ch. 03

After trudging their way back to the beach, Jack and Greg came to a stop right next to the bodies of the natives that had been fired upon first by the ship's machine guns. All having fallen where they were hit, the mix of bodies gave the men their first real opportunity to look at a Fourthie species.

And they definitely weren't human.

"What do you think they are?" asked Greg as he leaned down to examine one of the bodies more closely.

"I have no idea. Tiny, little bastards, aren't they?" said Jack. He leaned down next to the nearest body. This warrior had been hit by several rounds of the gunfire, sporting ugly gashes across his upper chest and arm. Even from the native's position on the ground, Jack could see the man wasn't any more than five feet tall.

The man had course, dark hair worn short against his scalp with just a small amount of curl to the tips. His head had a more cylindrical shape to it than that of Jack's own, and his face was completely covered in markings of various different colors including red and yellow most prominently. They stood out in stark contrast to the darker skin of the man, a color Jack had only seen in some parts of Ruthenia to the far south of Java.

Apart from a worn, dark-brown vest and a similar color kilt, the man wore no other clothes. Jack had to wonder whether these natives regularly headed into battle so exposed. Slits of red and yellow paint covered the areas not concealed by the vest and seemed to be shared by those of his fallen comrades.

"What do you reckon they are? They look almost like people, but they are so small," said Greg, eyes wide at checking out the body at his feet.

"I don't know. Nothing that I've seen before," answered Jack. "Let's grab several of them and take them back to the ship. I want to have one of the doctors look at them."

Greg nodded and together both men began to stack a few of the bodies to bring with them back to the ships. After they had about three of them laid out near the shore, Greg gasped in surprise.

"Jack! This one's a woman! Well, at least I think it's a woman. Come here and look at this!"

Jack squinted his eyes and approached his friend to see the dead native at his feet. Greg pulled the shoulders back and rolled the dead woman over so that she laid on her back, earning a hiss from Jack.

"Holy hell, are those . . .?"

"I think so. You have seen ones that big?" asked Greg, marveling at the dead woman.

Her chest was incredibly massive. Jack estimated that her tits had to contain almost a quarter of her entire body weight. They stood out proudly, only covered by the flimsy vest in certain sections and capped with very prominent nipples.

"How did she even stand upright with those things?"

Jack shook his head. "Maybe she needed a crutch or something. This species is rather bizarre. Let's get her back with the others so we can examine them."

They carefully moved her as well, her giant chest bobbing around as they carried her to lay beside the others. Soon enough, they were piled into the small boat that carried them there and they were back off to theDestiny, the only ship with a large enough morgue to store the bodies while they were studied.

As soon as the boat pulled up to the mighty cruiser down by the mouth of the channel, they began to offload and carry the bodies up one by one. By the time the last body was brought up to the deck, a small group of sailors had gathered around, most of them gawking at the dead natives who had so recently been shooting at them.

"What are they, Commander?" asked one of the men, Scott, as Jack let slip the last body against the deck.

"Some kind of tiny people from what we can tell. We all still have a lot of questions about them, but hopefully with these bodies, we can find some answers," said Jack. "Now each of you, I want you to pair off and grab a body. Let's get them down to see Doctor Kendall.

It was little over two hours later when Jack and the assembled officers from both cruisers crammed their way into the small infirmary on theDestiny. In front of them laid the four, dead bodies carefully explored and examined by the medical team of Dr. Kendall.

The doctor was an older man, approximately late forties and built like a typical Javan. He had the bodies of one of the dead men and the dead woman in front of him for the entire officers to gather around.

"Well, thank you all for joining me. It appears you've made quite the discovery with the recovery of these bodies," said Kendall. "I've never seen anything like it!"

"We wouldn't have either if they hadn't started firing on us," grumbled Luke, earning an elbow to the ribs from Jack.

"What are they, Kendall? Are they human or not?" asked Jack.

"They closely resemble humans but there's some key differences in their biology that would make me classify them as more humanoid in description."

"Humanoid. What's that?"

"Well, from what we can see, they do seem to be remarkably similar to humans. Two eyes, two ears, one mouth, four limbs and a bipedal Hominid appearance. We've even had a look around their organs and their internal structure is very similar to ours," said Kendall, demonstrating by pulling open the flap of the dead man's chest.

"That's disgusting," said Anna, averting her eyes.

"So what makes them different?" asked Abigail, taking a closer look at the dead man's body.

"I'm glad you asked! The height of these creatures is very limited. None of the men here are any taller than five feet. The woman is just a few inches shorter than the men," said Kendall while resting his hand on the woman's feet. "These do appear to be full grown so we don't believe them to be juvenile."

Several of the crew began to eye the dead woman's chest—the clearest sign of maturity present. "What gave that away?" asked Luke while struggling to retain a smile.

"It's no secret so let's not gloss over the fact," said the doctor while gesturing to the woman's chest. "This woman's breasts are incredibly large for her frame, much larger than we'd see on a human female of her general shape and size. In fact, if we were to scale her breasts to a human, that woman would have to be over seven feet tall and weigh approximately three hundred pounds!"

"I wonder what makes them grow like that. You know, so big," said Jack.

"That's not the only strange thing about this. Let me show you what else we found," said Kendall as he crossed to the rear end of the table and gently pulled the woman's legs apart. Nearly all the officers surrounding them nearly gasped when he did.

"Now in the interest of being thorough with a new species, we examined every portion of her we could and this part we found extremely interesting. Look between this one's legs. What do you see?"

"A vagina that could easily take a giant if she wanted to?" offered Greg, earning a round of snickers from the officers.

"Precisely!" exclaimed Kendall, gesturing to the woman's intimate area. "While we would have expected to see a small vaginal opening to match the rest of her body size, she has a rather large opening."

Jack took a closer look and indeed saw the woman's vagina looking like it was meant for something very well-equipped. The lips on the side were extremely puffy and a large matting of hair covered the rest of her mound. It almost looked comical to see such a big vagina on a small woman if they hadn't already seen her enormous breasts.

"Now, here's where things get particularly interesting," said a clearly excited Kendall. He walked around to the man and carefully removed the loincloth covering his modesty.

"As you can see, the male species is notable for their rather small penises for their body shape. We measured this one at just over two inches long and he had the largest of the three men brought down here to the infirmary."

"Wait a second, Doctor," said Luke, holding his hands up and then gesturing between the man and woman. "How does that work exactly? That little thing goes inside canyon pussy lady here?"

Several more of the officers started to laugh as the doctor frowned at the question. "It appears to be that way but without any more data on these people, we can't be sure. It is an extremely odd sexual dimorphism between the two genders. While the men don't appear to be sexualized at all, the women are highly sexualized in contrast. It makes for a rather lopsided view of the people and makes me question how their society is structured," said Kendall.

Abigail scrunched her eyebrows. "What do you mean by that?"

Kendall shrugged. "Take humans for example. While yes, we do have a range of sexual dimorphism, both genders still appear to look like one another and fit perfectly together when in sexual congress. With these humanoids, their bodies don't quite fit together nicely and their genitalia doesn't match up. It makes me question how they mate."

"I have an idea," said Luke. "Maybe the guy just gets close, and whacks off into the girl's pussy and that helps them mate?"

The joke was lost on Kendall, who was obviously taking it more seriously than Luke. "Perhaps," he said dryly. He then pointed back to the woman. "It would seem even the rest of her physical features are designed to attract a mate. Her hair is long, elegant, and full of volume whereas the man's is short, course, and somewhat curly. Where his skin is dry and cracked, hers is smooth and radiant. It's quite the difference!"

"I wonder if their division of labor is set up to facilitate that," said Abigail while studying the female. "Perhaps the men are the workers and the women stay home with the kids?"

"Great observation, ma'am," said Kendall with a bright smile. "But it does raise a further question. Why was this woman fighting with the men if that's the case?"

There was no clear answer to that question nor did anyone from the group venture one. Jack found himself just as confused as the rest of them and upon learning all they could from the limited demonstration in the infirmary, the majority of them retired back to their posts.

Truthfully, Jack would have preferred to get theTiger towed back to deeper waters and escape the confining channel but they had no such luck. Even with the marines providing a secure perimeter around the ships for the towing action, theValiant was only able to pull the destroyer so far before it was realized that something heavier was needed. There just wasn't enough strength to move the ship from the sandbar it was stuck on.

It was for that reason that Jack found himself pondering different solutions as it approached ten o'clock that night. With the marines taking shifts to provide security on the beaches, Jack found himself drifting off into a largely restless night of sleep.

*****

Major Greg Vaughn tapped his fingers against his desk in a steady rhythm. The report in front of him was especially vexing and his frustration showed in the movement of his fingers. He had hoped that the tiny race of people who attacked them earlier today would put up a repeat of that fight once they had returned to the beach, but the reports for the evening watch were all quiet.

He knew he ought to have been happy that his men weren't put into danger, yet something prevented him from being so. A nagging suspicion in his mind that the key to getting off this island was further contact with the race. Perhaps they could figure out more with another interaction.

Greg slipped the report in a folder and resumed his attention briefly to the watch schedule for tomorrow when there was a knock at the door.

"Come on in," he yelled out.

A flash of dark hair appeared in the crack between the door and the frame, slipping inside his quarters before rushing to shut the door in a hasty way. The woman leaned up against the closed door and turned the lock before puffing a strand of hair out of her face and offering a relieved smile.

"I didn't think you'd be coming tonight," said Greg, watching her green eyes as they locked on him.

"Oh, I most certainly plan on cumming tonight," said Brittany Noble, Abigail's deputy lieutenant. Ever since he had first laid eyes on the dark-haired deputy, Greg had wanted her. He wanted a chance to possess her and pleasure her in ways that would blow her mind. Thankfully, she had been receptive to his overtures, leading them both to carry on with their silent affair.

Brittany quickly crossed across the room and pulled his chair out from his desk. In a smooth motion, she plopped herself right down into his lap and rested her arms around his shoulders.

"I'm glad you were able to sneak away," said Greg, wrapping his arms around her lower back. "No one noticed you on your way down here, did they?"

Brittany shook her head. "Not a soul. Abigail has been asleep for the past hour, as is the rest of the ship. It's just me and you now," she said, as her finger traced the outline of his lips.

"Just the way I like it," said Greg with a grin. His fingers made quick work of the buttons on the side of her jacket. Brittany nuzzled against his neck, pressing soft kisses against it while he worked to uncover her. Finally, the jacket slipped off her shoulders to reveal her proud bustline.

"I feel like I've waited all day to see these again," said Greg hungrily, eyeing her body like the prize that it was.

Brittany tilted her head to the side and cupped her tits together. "Even though they're on the small side? They're nowhere near the size of the Fourthie woman from today."

Greg let slip a little chuckle. By this point, everyone on the ship had heard the story of the heavily-endowed native woman from earlier today. It had spawned its own series of jokes among the men and envy amongst some of the women of the crew.

"No, they're not. But they're perfect for you," he said with a smile before leaning in to capture her nipple with his mouth. Brittany gasped at the treatment and pulled his head in closer to her body.

"I bet you'd love to fuck the tits on her, wouldn't you? Those huge tits would feel so good encased around your cock, don't you think?" she asked.

Greg pulled back and smirked. "It sounds like you'd like watching that just as much as I'd like doing it."

She shrugged playfully. "Maybe. I do think it's rather . . . hot."

"Preferably a live one though, okay?"

She smacked his shoulder. "Well, of course!" Then she leaned in for another kiss. "I bet you would like it if one of them was here with us right now. Then you get double the amount of holes to fuck. Would you like that?"

"I had no idea you were so kinky," said Greg. He couldn't deny the thought turned him on. His cock was now pressing tightly against his trousers and he was sure Brittany could feel it poking her from below.

"Variety is the spice of life," said Brittany with a devastatingly sexy grin. She reached between them and grabbed his cock, giving it several squeezes through his trousers. "Let's set him free, shall we?"

There was a rush of activity as the both of them scrambled to pull their respective trousers down. Once his cock was free and pointing upward in excitement, Greg gestured for the sexy brunette to return to her spot on his lap. Brittany shook the last part of her trousers free from her leg and rushed to resume her seat. This time, his enlarged cock slipped right between her ass.

"So close, Major. Yet so far," said Brittany in a high-pitched voice as she reached around behind her. Greg nearly hissed when she gripped his bare member and lined him up. Plunging her hips down, he slipped inside her velvety folds easily and both of them groaned at the exquisite feel of the other's body.

"I needed that so badly after today," moaned Brittany, wiggling her bottom against his lap.

"You happened to come to the right place," said Greg with a smirk as her hips began to bump against his own.

"You fill me so well. I wanted to fuck you as soon as you got back on the ship today with those Fourthies. You looked so damn good climbing up that ladder all sweaty and exhausted," said Brittany.

Greg chuckled. "Fucking was the last thing on my mind at that moment."

"Even though you got to see those huge tits?"

"Yes, even then," he said with a playful eye roll.

"What about mine right now?" Brittany reached down to pinch her nipples in each hand.

"Fuck yes," he groaned, enthusiastically pushing his hips up to meet hers. Brittany whipped her hair back and began to ride him with skill, grinding her hips against his in a vigorous display of passion. She gripped his shoulders tightly, using his body as leverage to impale herself on his throbbing manhood.

"Mmm fuck, I love how your cock stretches me out," she moaned, pressing her body securely against his own.

"I'm not going to last long," panted Greg. "You feel so damn good."

"Keep fucking me please!"

Greg met her thrust for thrust as their rhythm increased, their shadows dancing along the wall. It was all he could do to maintain some semblance of focus as everything about the dark-haired woman seemed to turn him on. From the way her eyes fixed on his, to the way her hair swept against his shoulder, to the way her nipples pressed into his chest, he was completely awed by how attracted he was to her.

"Oh, I'm so close!" Brittany squealed, digging her fingernails into his back.

"Cum for me," he urged, using his hands to grip her ass and pull her down forcibly on his cock.

"Oh . . . oh . . . I'm . . . gonna cum!"

Brittany's mouth dropped open as she fell forward and collapsed against his chest. Greg let out a low groan as her pussy began to spasm around his unit, gently milking him in an all-out attempt to make him cum. It succeeded handily. Not a moment after her orgasm began to hit, he pushed in deep and began to unload inside her pussy.

"Oh, that's it. I can feel it. I can feel you squirting into me," said Brittany with a breathless moan. Her hips wiggled a little more, hoping to keep the secure lock on his body.

"Fuck, that feels so good," he groaned. His legs began to shake a moment later as his body recovered from orgasm.

"Are you okay?" she asked with a giggle.

He chuckled. "It's just too good."

"I'm glad you like it as much as I do." She winked and slipped off his lap.

"Leaving already?"

"I have a watch tonight, unfortunately," she said while grabbing her trousers. "Or else I'd spend the night."

Greg smirked. "Can't you pawn it off on another deputy?"

She giggled. "I already pawned off last night's watch and they're suspicious of me for that one alone! I won't be able to explain two nights in a row."

"All right, all right. Another night then."

She buttoned up her jacket and then leaned down to kiss him. "That is unless I can convince another one of the girls to come down here with me next time," she whispered against his breath. "Then you can have us both."

"I think you just made me hard again," said Greg while looking down at his lap.

"Good, I want you to be excited for the next time," she said, kissing him before pulling away. Brittany walked over to his door and stopped right before pulling it open. "Sweet dreams, Major."

"Night, trouble," said Greg with a chuckle.

*****

The next day passed by largely without any action. Freeing theTiger from the sandbar still remained a task just beyond their current capabilities—not that they hadn't tried. In the morning, Jack directed a large group of sailors out to the beaches with axes in another attempt to free the destroyer. With the perimeter secured by the marines on either side, they were safe to fell several trees, most of them landing safely onto the sand below.

Next, most of the limbs and branches were stripped off and the trunks narrowed to act like a natural wedge. Each tree required at least twenty-five men and nearly three trunks were carved into wedges for the next task. As theValiant provided yet another attempt at a tow, the men buried the trunks into the side of the ship's hull to free her.