Fourth chapter of the saga!

WARNING: Rated M for giant threesome scene, excessive language, drugs, and murder.


Sizzling meat and running water were the only sounds that filled the ears of the trio. There were no screens inside the white and red diner, but that wasn't a problem for the teens, as they scrolled through their phones wondering what was going on at 2AM.

The enthusiastic Radicles had a simple raspberry lemonade by his side. He didn't want anything too extra, considering his body " couldn't endure such a thing". Enid herself had a Cherry Pepsi, which was basically just a regular Pepsi filled with flavoring at the bottom, and Red Action straight up had a mug of moonshine. She was from the future, so she knew a thing or two about conning the common people of the past times, like a fake I.D. Moonshine was not even a regular for any diner, but apparently this one was just a little too authentic with its location by the city.

Definitely not recommended for any drinker on the planet. Red herself began getting close to Enid, with her hand on her shoulder.

"S-so Enid, I just wanted to *hic* say I definitely feel you. I'll be honored to pilot this bitch of a life with *hic* a girl like you."

"Hell yeah, you wanna finish what we starte-oh?"

Red got a little too close, grabbing the gambler by her two breasts.

"You want it that bad, huh?" Enid asked.

The half-shut eyelids and the drunken smile of an intoxicated Red Action said it all.

Rad just started to pick up.

"Oh damn, you guys are a thing now? Congrats."

The Hue Trooper couldn't help but stir something with Rad.

"That's *hic* right, big boy. Can't take us now. Two bad women *hic* away from your crosshairs."

Radicles and Red Action hardly had any relation with each other, but they seemed to be on good terms after their race. Rad personally knew Red was very good-looking, but not even he was confident about getting with her. As for Enid, he was well over her, and accepted her as a dear acquaintance.

The graveyard shift waiter came by with the food. They all simply checked for burgers with fries, but the only exception was that Enid wanted to lose the pickles, not that it mattered.

But it did catch Red's attention.

"Y-y-y-you see that? No *burp* pickles. Only the buns and everythin' in between"

Rad chuckled. He didn't want to come off threatening to her, considering Enid just won the poker game for him, and it was rude to pay her by scuffling with her love.

"Eat your fries, knight in red armor."

"F-fucking right b-*hic*itch! I'm Sean Connery!"

Enid couldn't handle it. It was too much to hold in. After bursting of her laughter, she assured the two with a smile

"Alright, guys, that's enough. We can talk it up later, but we gotta hit the bed soon."

As Radicles and Enid ate accordingly, Red tried seducing the meat on her burger.


On their way home, Red was almost blacked out inside the van, while Enid had her girlfriend rested on her lap in the backseat. She was too drunk to ride the tank herself. Oh well, it'll survive in the lot. Good luck towing that.

Rad needed directions, and he needed them fast.

"So, where should we stay for the night?"

Enid didn't know where to go. Red only had her tank as her residence, and Enid was not willing to spend the night inside her parents' home.

"Well, what about your place, Rad?"

"Sure. My parents are off to some diplomatic shit. I got a key under the mat."

Very convenient. Enid was able to stay alone with her newfound lover. She wanted to show Red just how much she had appreciated her. But there was something missing in her picture. If she got very lucky, Rad could be induced to spice up the night.

Sex wasn't that great of a priority for Enid, but she needs a break from all the stress she's been getting from work and school. If things didn't change for her, then she thinks she might just go nuts.

"Hey Rad, where are we sleeping?"

"You guys can get your own place at the guest room, or just settle for the living room.

"Alright, thanks."

Red Action began to murmur.

"b-bed?"


It was almost 4 in the morning. Rad was fast asleep with the briefcase full of benjamins by his side. He had finally achieved his goal, and probably kept his head too.

With that image, Enid would have pondered over that crazy thought.

Instead, she and Red began fondling with each others bodies, stripping down after each several moments. Earlier today, there were cut off by the clock, but they were sure they could now finish what they started.

Red was in control. She admired her lover's body up close. Such a solid six pack for a girl with some thick ass legs. She groped Enid's thigh, and proceeded to ask the questions.

"Ready, baby? I know you've been thinking of this whole body all the time. You're gonna be so exhausted and fucked by the end of it."

"Red, f-fuck..."

Bare without her armor, Red Action started to intersect her legs with Enid. She didn't always knew about the positions that she was to perform on her new girlfriend, but she managed to learn more as she toyed with herself inside that lonesome tank.


Red's been on a displeasuring course lately. The decision to stay in the past rather than return to her tidy household in the other milennium kind of got to her, and she began to constantly drink as she struggled to stay out of legal trouble. She couldn't find any places to park her tank, so occassionally she would drive all the way to the Danger Zone to find a lawless spot just so she can get a good night's sleep.

However, even with that, she slept with a modern rifle on the floor of the cockpit, just in front of her dangling legs. Her plan was to grip it with her feet, toss it up, play catch, and BAM. Intruders wouldn't live to tell the tale of seeing the ideal body of Red complemented with a night gown.

She had only used it once on an unsettled beggar, though she didn't mean to rid him of his life when he was in poverty. Red didn't know if she was still on the run or not, but if the feds ever pursued her, she would go out either out of state, or in bulletholes around her abdomen.

Enid was one of the only escapes she had. One of the only pleasures that put a legitimate smile on her face. Not one of insecurity, but of comfort. She too, was tired of awkwardly playing the "best friend" role. Now that they were no longer platonic, their opportunities were limitless.

She was unaware Enid could die at any second. Mafia, thieves, or even her peers at the Safe, they were all unimaginable for Red. She was Enid's, and Enid was hers.


"u-uagh...k-keep..."

Enid couldn't comprehend what the trooper was doing to her underneath, but every movement of Red's hips triggered a lightning bolt within Enid's system. She was already about to climax, prompting Red to go faster to feel her full embrace.

By the corner, Rad was observing everything, with nothing his boxers. He had been awakened by Enid, and thought something had gone wrong. It wasn't. It was just a drunken Red working her magic with a much sober Enid.

"R-r-ah! AH!"

Rad was there for the fireworks. Just as he was about to turn, the seductive voice of Red made his legs quiver.

"H-ha-heh. Don't think I forgot about you, big boy."

Rad turned around, with Red staring into his soul with her big seductive eyes, halfway closed on one eye, and one eye three-fourths closed from the alcohol. He pointed to himself, seeking confirmation, but all it took was the flex of Red's index finger towards her for Rad to understand the message.

Enid lied there, still as she had ever been, but felt like she had energy for a couple of thrusts.

He had seen it all. Rad was there, smack in the middle of a passed out Red and a grinning Enid, lighting some ganja at 5 in the morning. She took it through both entrances, and had overdid herself a little too far. The fast hips of the future warrior was not enough for Rad. After he finished with her, he would focus his sights towards Enid. Both of them had mutual respect for each other, but they both knew they had to have a one night stand together. The tension at the bodega was enough, but the ends could not be tied until they rejoice in a more personal fashion. Enid really underestimated the size of Rad's member. Rad underestimated her duration.

Before they both blessed each other with their release, Rad whispered to Enid's ear up close over the sound of Enid's ass clapping on his hips.

"Not a bad wa-ay to repay the f-fuck-favor, huh E?"

Enid, almost on the verge of tears from all the pain and overwhelming pleasure, had nodded with an eye closed. She took the jackpot.

Back to 5AM, Enid took her roll and sat by the window. The snow inside Rad's home made the naked trees really stand out. Festive lights were around, with some peeking off the top of the trees.


She thought back to her Christmas with her family. Before her two brothers were even conceived, she would be hoisted by her werewolf father, Bernard, high to put the star on the Christmas tree. When she succeeded, the brightness of the star would completely shine across the entire living room, as the embrace of family held stronger than the foundation of the Christmas tree.

Tears escaped her eyes. She understood it was necessary to keep the winnings going while she was at it, but she couldn't help but feel self conscious about the sins that had distanced her from her family. Enid didn't remember the last time she had a nice, warm meal with her two little brothers, and her supportive parents.

Funny thing is she did see all of them Friday night, but only because her shithole of a roommate had the audacity to bring his buddies over to fuck on some broads they picked up in the semester. Enid simply rang the doorbell, told her parents of the situation, and with annoyed groans, let her in to put her bags in her room. After that, no words exchanged, no smiles, no meal, and no greetings.

Enid has lost touch with the reality that shaped her moral values her whole life. She felt guilty that she chose to spend the night with the warmth of both a pussy and a dick over the warmth of the most familiar faces she had ever seen. Red was the alpha chick of Lakewood, and she bagged her. Rad was the man that she can dissect to establish a beneficial connection, and he was soon gonna take off with two grand in hand. She made it, but the sad thing is, she will live growing weary of the excess that will plague her life.

She already killed a man. An elder investor in Boxmore who had a love for the game of poker. She ended his life, and now the children and grandchildren will pass moments like the Christmas tree with their pa nowhere to be seen. Never did Enid plan to take out the revolver on the guy, yet when she popped him and proceeded to dispose his body in the city dump, she proceeded with the day without a thought. She couldn't help but think about her warm bed in the campus dorm, and couldn't help but have murderous ambitions towards her roommate.

It all had to stop. Gambling was lucrative, but life was short to Enid. She was never philosophical about it. But to dedicate her one very opportunity in the world towards murder and stacks of materialistic green? It couldn't be worth it.

She planned to make ends meet this time. Today, she was going to piece her life together and do what she desired, not what she was forced to do in desperation.

After a seventh hit, Enid cut her smoking short and laid on the floor with Red Action.

She didn't feel like finishing the blunt.


Very random ending, I know. But life can be reinterpreted when you're this late :)

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