Reduce, Reuse, Recycle (Patreon)

The warmachine was ever rumbling and today would be no exception.All around Garrett he could hear the sound of laser fire, the screams of scorched soldiers, and the smell of flesh, and ozone, and cum. All of it filled his every sense with excitement and need. A need to fight, a need to kill, a need to win... and a need that no Trooper would speak out loud. Perhaps it was something programmed into them, hidden amidst the myriad of orders and biological processes that had been honed into an optimal cocktail of personality traits for any soldier.Perhaps it was because war was all they had ever known. Cut down endlessly in an ever-changing, yet utterly consistent, array of battlefields across planets, battleships, and even open space.And now he was here, battling alongside the others to hold some small outpost on a dusty moon of an equally dusty planet. But he would fight... he would fight until he felt the harsh heat of a laser filling his gut, spreading through him and drawing an unbidden but wholly not unwelcome climax that soaked into the tight lycra-esque fabric of his small bottoms...And then blessed darkness....The goop would have him, as it ultimately had every trooper who fell in battle.... more fuel for the warmachine.