It was late one day as they were finished with the cats standing in two rows over their foot lockers. It was clear that they were more than halfway through their program as they still had 21 more days to go and this was a regular inspection to see on how they were doing. Ermey was slowly bobbing his head around looking at the kits as he wanted to see if they were taking care of themselves. Ermey soon turned to Whitekit as he saw the claws on her front paws were a bit longer than usual. He soon slapped her paw as he wanted her to take care of those.
"Trim 'em." Ermey mewed as he wanted the claws taken care of later. Ermey continued to walk along. He soon looked down to Crowkit who had some dirt under his back paws. Ermey pointed his paw to him. "Paw, jam!" He continued to walk along as he noticed a large lump on Shrewkit's paw. "Pop that blister and have Private Luna take care of it." He was approaching Pyle and Squirrelkit as Pyle was very nervous about it. He wanted to give Squirrelkit a present but they didn't have enough time in the mess hall to give it to her as he decided to stash the item away in his footlocker. Ermey soon looked down as he noticed that Pyle's foot locker. He soon picked up the lock to the foot-locker. "Oh my Starkit, Private Pyle, why is your foot locker unlocked?" Pyle looked at him as he wanted to defend himself and his friend.
"Sir I don't know sir." Pyle responded as Ermey held the lock in front of his face.
"Private Pyle, if there is one thing in the world that I hate, it is an unlocked footlocker! You know that don't you?" Ermey hissed as he told him what he hated the most.
"Sir yes sir!" Pyle responded. He knew that he didn't want to involve Squirrelkit in any shape or form seeing how having her involved would be a detriment and the possibility that she would lose her position as Squad leader.
"If it wasn't for dickheads like you, there wouldn't be any thievery in this world, would there?" Ermey hissed as he wanted to make sure they were clear on this.
"Sir no sir!" Pyle still didn't have the confidence to stand up for himself as he was still wondering about what will happen but all he could do was protecting Squirrelkit.
"Get down!" Ermey shouted at Pyle as he wants to see the foot locker. Pyle helplessly got off the foot locker as he was wondering what will happen next. Ermey soon flipped open the foot locker as he was looking in as he took the first deck. "Well now let's just see if there's anything missing!" Ermey soon dumped it all on the floor as he wanted to see if there really was anything missing but his face scrunched up as he spotted something. Pyle knew he was truly busted as Ermey picked up the object. He attended to give it to Squirrelkit. "Holy Starkit! What is that? What the fuck is that? What is that Private Pyle?!" Ermey Screamed at Pyle as he was holding the object in front of his face.
"Sir jelly doughnut sir!" Pyle responded as he wanted to give that to Squirrelkit. Ermey was purely angry with Pyle.
"A jelly doughnut?" Ermey asked him as he was holding it like a dead rat that stunk and was half rotten.
"Sir yes sir!" Pyle responded. Ermey soon wanted to press into him as he wanted to continue.
"How did it get here?" Ermey shouted at Pyle wondering where he got it from.
"Sir I took it from the mess hall sir!" Pyle responded as he took it there but he didn't have time to give it to his friend.
"Is chow allowed in the barracks Private Pyle?" Ermey asked him if something like this was allowed. To avoid getting pests, you were not allowed to bring any food into the barracks.
"Sir no sir." Pyle pleaded as he wanted to make sure he wasn't guilty and was completely innocent.
"Are you allowed to eat jelly doughnuts, Private Pyle?" Ermey hissed wondering if he was allowed to eat something like this.
"Sir no sir!" Pyle responded as he wanted to avoid trouble but trouble was already knocking on his door.
"And why not Private Pyle?" Ermey asked him on what the reason why he wasn't allowed.
"Sir because it will attract pests sir." Pyle responded as he knew Ermey didn't like pests but Ermey had other words for him.
"Because you are a disgusting fat body, Private Pyle!" Ermey shouted at him. Pyle gulped as he knew something like this was coming.
"Sir yes sir!" Pyle called out getting nervous. He knew he was going to be beaten down to a pulp.
"Then why did you hide a jelly doughnut in your foot locker, Private Pyle?" Ermey asked him wondering what his reasoning was for hiding something like this in the foot locker.
"Sir because I wanted to give it as a gift to Private Joker but didn't time to give it to her and would give it to her after today sir." Pyle cowered in fear. Ermey soon turned around.
"Because you wanted to give it as a gift." Ermey was still holding the jelly doughnut as he was walking down the rows of foot lockers. "Private Pyle has dishonored himself and dishonored the platoon! I tried to help him, but I failed because you have not helped me. You cats have not given Private Pyle the proper motivation. So for now on, whenever Private Pyle fucks up, I will not punish him, I will punish all of you! And this counts for whoever fucks up, they will not be punished instead everyone else in the platoon will take the beating! And the way I see it, ladies, you owe me for one jelly doughnut! Now get on your faces!" Ermey soon laid out the new rules as he was going to be even stricter with the cats than before. Whitekit was shivering as they all got off of their foot lockers as they went on their faces, even Private Pyle was taking the brunt. Ermey walked to Pyle holding a bandana in the other paw as he skillfully tied it around Pyle's mouth like a gag. "I don't want to hear another word coming from you for the rest of the night." He soon walked over to Squirrelkit who was right next to him as he wanted to gag her too. "Open your mouth!" He hissed at the She-cat. Squirrelkit opened it as Ermey shoved the entire thing into her mouth. Jelly from the inside oozing all over the inside of her mouth. Squirrelkit closes her mouth as her cheeks were completely stuffed. Ermey soon spoke. "Pyle gave it to you, they're all paying for it, you eat it! Ready exercise!" Ermey soon gave the response as they were all beginning to do push-ups with neither Pyle and Squirrelkit speaking.
"One, two, three, four! I love the Marine Corps!" The kits chanted. It was clear they were going to do this all night if they had to. Squirrelkit swallowed it as it was the hardest thing she had to swallow. They knew they were in a heap of trouble.
The next morning, they were getting themselves ready as Squirrelkit and Pyle were getting dressed. Pyle looked at Squirrelkit as he felt down because of him trying to be nice. His eyes were sagging and ears drooped. Pyle looked miserable.
"You really look like shit today, Leonard." Squirrelkit tried help him as she was just about finished with her uniform.
"Joker? Everybody hates me now. Even you." Pyle mewed as he felt demoralized by the events of last night. Squirrelkit knew she didn't hate him even from the events of last night. It wasn't enough for her to turn on him.
"Nobody hates you, Leonard. You just keep making mistakes, getting everybody in trouble." Squirrelkit would admit it was his fault but even if he did mess up. She was there to help him. Pyle sniffed almost if he was going to cry.
"I can't do anything right. I need help." Leonard was ready to give up because of it. Squirrelkit sensed his pain as she puts her paw around him. She soon looked at him as she wanted to speak to him.
"I'm trying to help you, Leonard. I'm really trying." Squirrelkit responded. As Pyle looked up to her. He was beginning to trust her more as if he really had a friend. He soon got himself finished as Squirrelkit noticed he made a mistake. "Tuck you shirt in." Pyle did so as he was now finished. Whitekit was starting at the two of them with hatred in her eyes. It was clear that she couldn't trust neither of them. She needed to exact her revenge on them but how.
They were all soon out in the field as they were doing their routines. Ermey was supervising them to see how many they did. Pyle and Squirrelkit were at the front as Ermey was supervising the two of them heavily as he didn't know on how to keep their trust.
"One, two, three… nineteen!" They chanted. They continued to repeat the phrase as they continued to count, hitting 20. Squirrelkit and Pyle had their backs as they knew they were going to help each other whenever they had got into trouble. Squirrelkit began to think. Maybe he tried to save me before and he could do so again when we go into combat. They soon hit 25 as they continued to chant to themselves. Whitekit was looking at Squirrelkit wondering on how she would enact her revenge on them. She needed all of their help as she wanted to demoralize Pyle even more. She looked at Cowboy as she had a plan as the look was telling him to meet with her after training to see what their plan was. They soon had reached 30 as they continued on.
It was clear that after a long day of training, would come with a good night's rest however, there was going to be no rest for tonight. Ermey saw the last of the cats bunk as he was ready to run out and call it a day. He soon had to make an announcement.
"Tonight, you will be resting alone; I am heading out to speak with the individual drill instructors on where you all lie. In case something happens tonight, you will all be punished if you decide to do anything against the other privates or trash the place. I want you to be all asleep when I get back. Goodnight ladies." Ermey soon shuts off the lights as he soon went out to speak with the other drill instructors. Whitekit was waiting for Ermey to get far as if he couldn't hear his paw steps as he walked away. Whitekit soon went out as she and the others knew the plan. A blanket party.
Whitekit started with laying a small towel on the bed. She soon placed a bar of soap in the middle as she began to fold it up. Seeing how she liked it. She twisted it up. She decided to test it as she hits the mattress of the bunk with it. It slapped along with a dull thud as Whitekit was happy with the results. Squirrelkit was soon awake after hearing the thuds. She wondered if it was Pyle who did that so she looked up to him. Leaning over, she saw that Pyle was fast asleep. Spiderkit soon nudged her as he handed Squirrelkit one of the many things that Whitekit and the others had made. Squirrelkit didn't know what was going on but she was forced to play along with him.
Cowboy was awake as he knew now was now. He and four others soon slipped out of their bunks as they went over to Pyle's bunk. Two cats were holding a blanket as Cowboy help a dirty sock. They soon approached Pyle's bunk as Cowboy climbed up onto the railing. He got out the sock as he was ready to gag Pyle. They soon slipped a blanket over him as they all sat down on the bunk as Cowboy pinned the sock around Pyle's mouth. Pyle was completely helpless now. Soon all the cats came out of their bunks as they all raced over to the bunk Pyle was resting in carrying the towels filled with soap. Pyle's eyes shot open as all the cats came racing along slapping him with their soap filled towels as hard as possible across his body. Pyle screamed but he was silenced by the gag. Whitekit made sure to hit him more times as she raced around getting more shots on him than the others. Everyone was done but Squirrelkit. Cowboy looked at her as he wanted her to hit him a few times. Squirrelkit held back as she didn't want to beat up her friend.
"Do it." Cowboy taunted her. Squirrelkit held back as she didn't want to hurt her friend. "Do it!" Cowboy hissed. Squirrelkit soon decided to hit him as soft as she could. Pyle screamed as he was attacked. Squirrelkit soon hits him a few more times as she stopped as if she had enough. The others removed the blanket as Cowboy soon gave his final words to Pyle. "Remember it's just a bad dream fat boy." Cowboy removed the sock as they all darted back for their bunks. The others had got their revenge but Pyle was crying as he was in so much pain that he couldn't bare it. He felt like he had broken a bone of two with how fast they came. Squirrelkit soon covered her ears and pulled the blanket over her. She couldn't do anything for Pyle at the moment or risk getting into trouble. Pyle soon passed out as it was clear that he was going to wake up sore tomorrow morning. Whitekit snickered as she was completely satisfied with all of this as she knew that she wanted to do this every night when the drill instructor and the others were fast asleep. However this was the only night she was allowed to do it and she got what she wanted.
[A/N]: Poor Pyle, he is now a victim of everyone. But do you want to see Pyle succeed in the end or go insane because of this. Leave your reviews as I want to hear your opinions.
Also we need more views for this month as I feel like the first two days kind of hindered it. I get it, it was a time to celebrate. Hopefully we can get more views in the future as I can safely say we could put ourselves ahead. See you next chapter and put some reviews in it. That is all.