Announcement: I know this is a bit of a bummer and this was probably not what you wanted to see right now. I want you all to know that this story is not over, and I have not forgotten it. I have read though it and frankly… I'm a tad embarrassed. I see it has a lot of positive reception and I acknowledge that. I am honored that so many people have enjoyed my story. But it's not where it needs to be. For the story to properly progress I am updating and rewriting the entire thing from beginning to present. Not only because it required continuity, but also properly backed up facts and true to real world procedure and practice. Reading through it, I realize I did not know enough to write a story like this. Now that I have gained that knowledge and know how to access it, I want to better your experience of my story and eventually, lead you to a proper end. I realize to some of you, I have not kept my word. And I am very sorry. But once this update is complete, I can guarantee this story will be finished. Thank you for all your encouragement, support, and most of all, patience.

This will be finished one way or another. It might take me forever, but at least you'll have a refined and finished product. I apologize again, and profusely, I've been lazy, and we all know that feeling. But I think it's time to get her done.

Thank you again.

-10000reasons

PS: Still willing to take OCs. And if the current donators are still willing to permit me to use theirs I'd be very happy to continue with them.

In the meantime, enjoy this very short true story represented by the PAWS gang. However, many details have been modified to fit the story setting. Warning: marine logic ahead. Very sexual in nature. Not for the feint of stomach.

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Skye hummed to herself as she was finishing the sewing job on her marpats (Marine uniform). One of the blouse buttons had popped when she was taking it off. It was a common occurrence, though still unexpected. You expected it to happen to someone else. But think about it enough and you'll realize to someone else, you are someone else. As she put the finishing touches she heard one of her bunkmate yelling from her rack.

"What... the... fuck!"

Skye sighed and rolled her eyes. Lance Corporal Babs Litzy was a ranch girl without an off switch. She spoke up often, and for too long. When she randomly sounded off like that, she just wanted attention. But as much as Skye wanted to ignore her she knew she'd have to hear about it eventually. "What's up Litzy?"

"Heffron, you wouldn't believe it," Litzy said with her thick southern accent. "My brother is tellin' me in this letter that he was reading a book this, a this one time about how this guys got super buff and stuff. You know, like body builder. He forgot who but he thinks it was Arnold Schwarzenegger. Anyway, apparently, a part of his diet was he'd recycle protean from his own body. Like for instance after doin' a naughty little deed like masturbatin'."

Skye didn't like where this was going. She waited for Litzy to finish, but she was apparently looking for feedback. "Okay, what's the point of all this?"

"Well, what he'd do is he'd make his protean shake and put his leftover's inside it and take it back in." Litzy was waiting for it now. The reaction. And this time Skye couldn't hold back.

"What the...fuck. He... drank his own sperm? That's... really weird."

Litzy shrugged. "I know, right. but like, if you do it, apparently you can be as strong as Arnold Schwarzenegger eventually... maybe its worth lookin' into."

"Fuck no," Skye said as she put her sewing kit away. "You want NJPed? Because that's how you get NJPed. That's nasty anyway. I wouldn't do that unless you were doubling my paycheck. And by the way, this is a ship, if you haven't notice. There's no way you can get someone to... 'donate' to your protean shake." Skye got her shower gear and walked away before Litzy could say another word. Litzy didn't that whole night.

Skye was in the galley with her friend HM3 (Hospitalman/ third class petty officer) Julie Kyoto. Don't let her name fool you. She had a Japanese name but she was a white as the next Swede. Which she actually was. Married to a Japanese-American sailor who was actually an HM2. They had a long distance relationship most others envied. Because it was lasting surprisingly long. But little did they know, mid conversation, Litzy would be dropping in.

"Hey yall," She greeted as she shook a container in her left hand. at first glance it was innocent but since Skye had told Kyoto the story both thought better of it. None answered her greeting but eyeballed the container. The lewd thoughts on how she managed to accomplish what may what may or may not have happened flooded their minds and both looked at each other in horror. Who would ask her? their argument was silent, but eventually, Skye dared to tread that unnerving path.

"Uh... Litzy... that's just C4 right?" Skye asked pointing at the container with wide eyes.

"Oh no, it's got that Arnold Schwarzenegger secret inside too," She smiled a little too proudly.

Kyoto gasped without air and covered her mouth, ready to vomit. "Oh god, how could she do something so kinky yet so gross at the same time?"

"More importantly, who?" Skye added.

"CS3 (Culinary Specialist petty officer third class) Lucante," Litzy grinned.

Kyoto actually gagged this time. Skye did too. "Lucante?" Skye spotted Lucante humming happily to the kitchen. The guy wasn't even attractive. Actually, he was butt-ugly. they kept him from the serving line because his face would make you lose your apatite. That was true, but that's what the joke was with the marines. "Aren't you married?"

"Yeah, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind even if he did find out. So long as I didn't put it in my mouth I figured."

"Oh, it just got kinkier but its turning me off even more," Kyoto said with another gag.

Skye swallowed hard and asked, "You aren't seriously considering..."

Without her being able to finish the sentence, Litzy took her first drink. There was an instant change in her face.

Kyoto death-gripped her mouth and closed her eyes. She was trying hard to go to her happy place and forget what she witnessed. Skye was frozen in horror but she couldn't look, being curious what would happen next.

Litzy had swallowed. "Hmm, I think I didn't mix it very well. I got a whole wad of that stuff in that one."

"I can't do this anymore," Kyoto said picking up her tray, "I'm out."

Skye stood up too. "Yeah, fuck this, that's disgusting."

"Wait, it's not that bad, it's just... really tangy," Litzy said as she moved her mouth trying to change the lingering taste.

"Nope, stop describing it," Skye said as she and Kyoto were quickly racing to the scullery.

The two dropped their trays off and from that day on to never to take fitness advice from her. Not that they ever did. Years later Skye and Chase were having breakfast after a morning run. Skye closed the lid of her protean shake and shook the bottle the iron ball mixing everything inside. She eyed it a little oddly then eyed Chase.

"Here goes nothing," She shrugged. Skye took the first drink as she made her way to her seat and smacked her lips. "Huh, its a little tangy."

Chase looked back with a smile. "New protean shake?"

"You could say that," Skye shrugged.

"What brand?" Chase asked as he took a mouth full of egg.

"No, same brand, just... new ingredient. A... shipmate called it the Arnold Schwarzenegger secret," Skye smiled sheepishly.

"The what?" Chase asked clearly confused.

Skye chuckled and replied, "The... Arnold Schwarzenegger secret. A secret formula kinda."

Chase shook his head. "I have no idea what that is."

Skye wasn't sure how to deliver this one. Put she took another drink anyway. "It tastes better knowing who it came from, actually. I don't know how she managed to do it using Lucante."

"What?" Chase asked more puzzled than before. "Who?"

"Yeah..." Skye scratched her head, "Who."

"Well..." Chase was trying to piece together what Skye was putting down. "Who does it come from? Arnold Schwarzenegger?"

Skye shook her head. "Uh... no... it... um... tsk... well... i-i-in this case it..." She chuckled. "It actually came from you."

Chase shook his head. "A what and a how now?"

Skye drank form the container again and replied. "It would happen to be the leftovers of this morning's vigorous activities." Chase widened his eyes. It was coming together now. "Yeah, so its yours."

Chase covered his mouth. "Oh that's disgusting."

Skye laughed. "Oh come on, it's not that bad," She took another drink and Chase had to look away.

"How did I fall in love with this?" He pushed his plate away. "I'm not hungry anymore."

"Want to try?" Skye asked with a big grin on her face as she shook it in front of him.

Her glared at her with a grimace and replied with a very stern, "No."

Skye pulled it back and began to stir it like a wine glass in one hand. They sat there silently. Chase trying to keep his breakfast in and Skye taking another drink. It was a rather long moment of silence before she added, "It's got some of mine too."

He deadpanned at her.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Okay."