Rescue Trooper Ramirez, the first hero ever to fight the storm, had long since stopped being at the frontlines. She now spent her time training recruits in Stonewood and Plankerton. She obviously wasn't the best hero now, as she was the base hero to expand Homebase's collection of heroes. Today, Ramirez was going to be training 2 new heroes: Calamity, and Dire.

As a power level 130 hero, Ramirez had gained quite a bit of equipment over the years. Instead of just wearing her regular clothes, she'd gained sunglasses, an army helmet, and a backpack full of supplies. She'd also become legendary over time, gaining a white star pattern on the rest of her normally green equipment. There was a white star on her shirt, one on her helmet, and one on her backpack. Ramirez figured that since she was in such a low power level area, most of her equipment would be unnecessary for the mission.

Ramirez was tasked with defending one atlas laser in a power level 46 area. As ordered, if anything went wrong, the two new recruits were of maximum priority. Ramirez had always lived with this code of conduct, though she'd never gotten close to failing a mission. It was going to be easy. It always was.

Everybody launched into the mission, and she got ready to brief the recruits. She pulled out a notebook, and a pen. Calamity and Dire exchanged glances, and shrugged.

"So. You." Ramirez pointed her pen at Calamity. "How many stars?"

"3." Calamity had a mature, wild-west accented voice.

"Did you always have those clothes?"

"No. I get different ones every stage."

"Okay." Ramirez rolled her eyes. "What abilities do you have?"

"Left and Righty, War Cry, and Goin' Commando."

"Alright." She flipped to the next page. "You. Dire."

"WHAT?" He growled.

"How many stars?"

"3."

"Lemme guess: you also change every stage?"

"Yeah."

"What abilities, sir?"

"Dragon slash, Kunai storm, Crescent Kick…"

"Any passives?"

"Oh yeah." Dire's voice was deep, and a bit hard to understand, since it was coming from a werewolf. "I'm also twice as powerful at night."

"Alright!" Ramirez smiled. "You got real potential."

Calamity looked down at the ground, feeling worthless. Ramirez felt sorry for her, and explained that not everybody was the best. Her? Ramirez was the most basic soldier out there. Calamity was infinitely times a more unique hero than anybody else, thanks to her individual "Six Shooter" passive.

"What do we have today!?" Ramirez yelled with enthusiasm.

"Um, a Fight the storm mission, ma'am." Calamity stood straight.

"At ease soldier. It's going to be easy today with the ATLAS."

The group made their way toward the atlas, and Dire placed it down with a regretful expression. This was his normal behavior, ever since he reached 2 stars. It always seemed like he was either hungry or unsatisfied in a way.

"Now. Today I'm gonna be going over building. You may be soldiers, ninjas, anything but a constructor, but that doesn't mean that you can't build defenses. You have all the same building potential as a constructor, and just because they can build a B.A.S.E. doesn't stop you from building walls of your own."

"But...I don't have materials!" Calamity raised her hand.

"Really?" Ramirez looked at her with a frustrated expression. "What do they teach you these days…"

Calamity once again looked down at the floor in shame. She wanted to shrink herself to the size of a dwarf husk.

"Moving on, after you gather materials, by now you should have learned how to upgrade walls." Ramirez looked for nodding faces, but only saw Dire just stare intently at her. "Is there a problem, ninja?"

"No." Dire's voice was raspy.

"Thank you. At this point you will have discovered that zombies are becoming increasingly overwhelming, and that you may have to use traps. Today, we'll be using a recent strategy, the Machinist fortress. You'll be using this throughout your life as frontline soldiers, and even up to twine peaks."

Ramirez got started on explaining to them the different elements of the 1-ATLAS defense strategy, and how it could be repeated and expanded to fit 2,3, and even 4 ATLAS missions. After preparing for the whole day, the team finally started the ATLAS at night, giving Dire a fighting advantage. Their defense was layered with 30-60 power level traps. All seemed fine for the first 4 hours of the ATLAS defense, though things began to escalate.

A huge influx of Mist Monsters began pouring from the storm above, and Ramirez had to use her 130 Nocturnos to fend them off. Littered with tally marks, she sprayed relentlessly at the Smashers, Blasters, and Takers. It seemed that every husky husk was a smasher, every lobber a flinger, every zapper a blaster. Dire took the role of killing lobbers and flingers, with his added melee damage being super effective against the flingers.

"What power level did you say this was?!" Ramirez yelled.

"46!" Calamity yelled back, letting out a war cry.

"It's feeling like 100." She murmured.

Out of nowhere, a power level 76 Smasher charged through the wall, knocking out Calamity. Ramirez yelled out in concern, and did her best to revive the recruit. Dire immediately fell back, showing surprising military experience. Ramirez had to pull out her minigun to slay the smasher, and she managed to kill 2 more blasters. Just when she thought the outstanding husks had passed, two more power level 76 Smashers burst through. Her recruits would never last as long as she would, and she decided that their lives were more important than the mission.

"Retreat! Evacuate the ATLAS!" Ramirez yelled.

"What? But we can't!" Calamity yelled back.

"That's an ORDER, soldier! Or would you rather die here?"

Calamity tried to fight the over-powered Mist Monsters, though she was knocked down near-instantly by a power level 69 Blaster. Ramirez smirked when she saw its power level, though she shredded it with her Brightcore Nocturno. Dire grabbed a knocked down Calamity, and Ramirez simply nodded as the werewolf leapt away with her.

The two recruits went back to spawn, and got transported away by the disintegrator drones, all the way back to Homebase.

Ramirez fought on, throwing grenades left and right. There were simply too many high level husks for a solo mission, and the ATLAS fell. Instead of being transported back, however, more and more high level husks spawned from the storm. She had managed to shoot down 3 blasters, before she hit her head on the remains of the ATLAS, and the whole world drifted into a haze. Her vision blurred, and her breathing became heavy. Was this death? Was this the end of her life?

The Soldier looked around, and Ramirez found that she was surrounded by Mist Monsters. They all glared at her with their empty, orange eyes. She didn't realize it, but in all the confusion, her clothes had been damaged. Her sunglasses were cracked, her belt was sliced in two, and there was a large rip on her torso, barely revealing her breasts. Ramirez winced in pain, and tried to crawl away. She reached for grenades, but there were none. Her guns were broken, and she was out of ammo. It seemed peaceful, almost.

And right when the peace had settled, Ramirez felt a force pull down her trousers. Her black Vindertech underwear was left exposed, but she was too weak to do anything. She then felt a coarse, small cock enter her pussy. She winced at its uncomfortable texture, feeling a bit like sandpaper. It was a husk. The Mist Monsters seemed to be on board with the husk fucking her, and made no attempt to take its place. Ramirez's pussy never became wet during the session, but when the husk prepared to seemingly 'ejaculate' in her, a flinger threw it into oblivion.

The Flinger's cock wasn't anything special, it was average size. By now Ramirez had gained some strength, though she couldn't fight back. This time, the cock was a bit more manageable, albeit its increased size. The Mist Monster's cock was naturally lubricated, it seemed, and it slid easily in and out of her pussy. Ramirez even blushed a bit as her own vagina became wet. Even though she was young physically-wise, she'd matured over the years. This time, she felt young mentally, Flinger fucked her at a steady rate of 90 fpm (fucks per minute), letting out a few inhumane groans. Ramirez made a few faces, but generally could handle the fucking.

Out of nowhere, it sped up to a rate of 240 fpm. The Mist Monster took its cock out of her pussy, leaving behind a trail of fluid before it shoved the cock into her mouth. It tasted like water, but Ramirez choked a bit nonetheless. Using its larger arm, it shoved her head back and forth on its cock. It was brutal for her; she coughed, sputtered, choked, and got no breaks. Her breaths became short, and it just kept on getting worse. The Flinger sped up the rate to 360 fpm, and shoved her head harder into its cock. The torture seemed endless, and tears welled up in Ramirez's eyes. The deepthroating went on for 6 more minutes, before the Mist Monster finally came inside her. The cum was a purple, slimy cream, that overflowed from her mouth, and dripped down on to her ripped torso. It tasted like sweet water, and Ramirez dared not blurt it out, as the Flinger still had its cock fully down her throat. It held the position for 30 seconds, and it finally took it out, making her gag the fluid out.

Ramirez fell onto the regurgitated Mist cum, but her fucking wasn't over. She heard a taker screech, and it swooped down from the sky and grabbed her. The Taker took her to the roof of a nearby house, and 6 more tentacles spurred out from its back. Ramirez's eyes widened in horror as she was restrained to the roof with 4 of the tentacles, and it shoved two into her asshole and pussy. She moaned from the double penetration, and it seemed that for the first while the Taker was bleaching out her asshole. The tentacle cleaned it out with its Mist properties, and finally began the double penetrating. Another tentacle emerged from the Taker, and this time it shoved itself down her throat. Ramirez tried to move, but was restrained strongly by the tentacles. The Taker let out another cry as its 3 penetrating tentacles expanded in size, making Ramirez moan in both discomfort and regrettably, pleasure. The tentacles became 7 inches in diameter, and with each passing minute more and more of it was being thrusted in.

This, however, seemed hated by the rest of the Mist Monsters. A Smasher charged forward, and took Ramirez out of the Taker's grip. She blushed at the large being, and it let out a deafening cry before revealing its massive cock. It was 20 inches long, and 9 inches in diameter. Immediately after seeing it, Ramirez turned around to run away, but tripped on her own pulled down trousers, making her ass face directly at the Smasher's cock. The Mist Monster took its one hand that had fingers, and tightly gripped Ramirez's butt cheeks. She winced to prepare herself for what was to come, though she could never imagine the scale of emotion.

The Smasher shoved its full cock into her, making Ramirez scream out in pain. The world went hazy for her, but she managed to keep herself conscious. The Smasher fucked her at merciful rate of 40 fpm, but this was about to change. Ramirez could feel her pussy being stretched, and she moaned in pain. The Smasher doggied her for a few minutes, snapping her underwear instantly. Whenever its cock penetrated her, Ramirez's entire body widened up to fit it in. After about 3 minutes of this slow fucking, she could feel that her pussy was becoming naturally stretched out to fit it. The Smasher sped up to a rate of 90 fpm, and it somehow came. Its cumshot was huge, but that didn't stop the smasher. More and more purple fluid overflowed from Ramirez's pussy, and it was smeared all across her ass, inside her, and on the Smasher's cock. She herself came a bit, and her own cream mixed with the purple made a pinkish fluid. Ramirez was beginning to feel more pleasure than pain, and the Smasher, seemingly reading her mind, sped up to 120 fpm.

"AUAHHHH! HNNNGGG!" Ramirez yelled.

"EhRhEhRHeHRhEhrEH!" The Smasher responded. In husk language, this was "Lemme smash".

"Guess you're not just good at smashing walls." She smirked.

Even though that the Smasher didn't understand, it still fucked her nonetheless. It sped up to a final rate of 180 fpm, and Ramirez moaned as more and more cum filled up her body. A puddle formed around the ground, and the Smasher took its cock out of her pussy after 12 minutes of fucking. It wasn't done just yet, however.

The Smasher lied down on the ground, and moved Ramirez on its belly, where it shoved her head down the massive cock. She immediately gagged, and her mouth was smeared with purple cum. When she tried to take the cock fully out of her mouth, however, the cum splattered in her face. The Smasher immediately took its hand and shoved her throat down its cock. She gagged even more this time, putting all her strength in trying to release herself off of the Smasher's massive cock. It did nothing, and the Smasher mercilessly forced her to suck him at 240 spm (sucks per minute). After 6 minutes of this, Ramirez finally had enough, and tried one more time to release herself. She jerked her head upwards, and was met with a sudden resistance. She tried to move her head to the side, away from the Smasher's cock, but it grabbed her head and shoved its cock back into her mouth. Ramirez pushed away, choking and sputtering, and finally submitted to the Smasher. Tears of defeat pooled in her eyes, and the Smasher treated her just like a toy, fucking her endlessly to its own pleasure.

After 9 minutes of the solo act, another Smasher joined them, creating a threesome. The first Smasher kept on forcing its cock down Ramirez's throat, complying with the 2nd one's appearance. The first smasher moved out of the way, allowing the new smasher to lie down on its back. It roared with great anticipation, and shoved Ramirez's asshole over its cock. She yelped out in pain, though it was interrupted with the second smasher shoving its own cock down her throat.

"PHJGHJHMM! MMMM! GRKSH!" Ramirez couldn't help but still try and let out her pain, even with 2 monster cocks inside her. "PGHS—OHM!"

The first Smasher came inside her mouth, making her shut up. She still made faces of struggle and pain, while the second Smasher tried to fit its cock in her tiny asshole. After about a minute of struggling, it fitted the first half of the monster cock inside, and frantically tried to jam more of it in, fucking her at 240 fpm, though it was more grinding than thrusting. More and more of the purple cum dripped down onto the analing Smasher, making Ramirez choke for air. The Smasher let out a deafening roar, and shoved the entire cock up her ass.

"MMMMMmMMmMmmMMMMM!" She couldn't do anything to stop the penetration, and her chest heaved frantically, trying to contain the pain.

She felt more cum overflow her asshole, which provided relative relief. The fluid's texture provided Ramirez's asshole with enough pleasure to drown out the pain. She moaned, and mustered out a smile, even with another cock in her mouth. Moaning wasn't an option; she had to focus her energy on trying to get enough air. For another 15 minutes she was fucked at a casual rate of 120 fpm, and a final Smasher wandered near.

It was as if the 3 Smashers could communicate telepathically. They all moved away from Ramirez, who stared back in confusion. The approaching Smasher posed her in a doggystyle position, with her shins and forearms on the ground. She tried to look back and see what was going on, but her head was turned and she was once again forced to deepthroat the original Smasher's cock. Her throat expanded seemingly naturally as it inserted the cock into her mouth, and she looked up at the Smasher's face, sick and tired of its presence.

Ramirez had nearly forgot about the other 2 smashers when they both double penetrated her. Her screams were again hidden by the cock in her mouth, though she let out a muffled "HNG!". The Smashers took no time to start out slow. They banged her hard consecutively at a rate of 360 fpm. More and more cum splattered out, dripping to the floor. At one point, the Smasher penetrating her asshole took its cock out, and splattered purple cum all over her back and hair, with slimy chunks of the fluid staying on her body as the rest poured on the ground.

Enough of the Mist cum had been ejaculated to the point where the fluid had packed together so much that it acted as a slime, covering Ramirez like a bukkake. When sunrise came, they disappeared in the wind, and she was free once more. The exhausted soldier crawled back to the arrival site, groaning as small bouts of the cum slowly leaked out of her holes.

Ramirez returned to homebase bruised, wet, and scarred. It was found that the cum had contained 7% pure drops of rain, which explained why she felt slight pleasure. It didn't have any effect on her behavior, and it was determined that it was a slightly different and more compact variation of what Mist made up the actual Mist Monsters. She spent several weeks in homebase, coping and dealing with the aftermath of her asshole and vagina being stretched.