Once clear of the harbor Colorado could detect far more scents as they were carried on the open ocean currents. She could feel the coolness of the Antarctic current brushing against her hull. It was like fresh air against a hot and humid environment. She could practically feel the sweat and dirt being washed off her hull. "Mmm, now that's much better." She sighed. The currents brought with them other more unwelcome things. Colorado could smell them. At least 20 warships all within 48 hours of her declared exclusion line. The closest was a scent she knew well. Her sister, Illinois. The smaller Virginia class moved back and forth across the boundary line, testing the fence as it were. Well, Colorado would soon put a stop to that nonsense.
Her unique abilities included a camouflage gene, something common to submarines but this was taking it to a whole new level. She could literally extinguish any trace of her presence. Such a thing was known to occur in her breed but only once every 1000 years or so. Using this to her advantage, she worked her way directly behind Illinois and, reaching out with a diving plane, gave her a good whack across her tail fin. Illinois yelped and put on some speed, racing back across the line. She had shown Colorado her belly, but the Ohio-class knew Illinois could still bite if she wanted to. Hissing a warning she resumed her patrol along the line, placing scent markers at strategic points. This was her territory and Ancients help whoever tried to enter it without her permission.
Reaching the backside of Saint Martie she detected a pod of whales. It'd been a while since Colorado had actively hunted but it came as natural to her as swimming. Jaws parted to take in the whale's scent, she positioned herself beneath the pod, fins resting gently on the ocean floor. She remained perfectly still and silent, waiting for the pod to approach overhead. Then, she lunged, aiming for a large bull close just left of her snout. Just before impact special lids covered her eyes and her jaws clamped down. She burst out of the water, the whale clutched firmly in her jaws. She came back down hard on her back, broaching her stern. It was a struggle to right herself but she managed. Jaws ensnaring her prey she made full steam back for the harbor.
"I brought dinner!" She muttered through the mouthful of whale meat as she entered port. "Colorado, wow! That's huge!" Blinka cried. "This'll feed the fleet for a week." said one. "With a catch like that we should just let Colorado do the huntin'." said another. "Alright, give the sub some room." L'iana said as Colorado set her catch down. "Hope you don't mind the teeth marks in it." The sub said, swiping her tongue once around her jaws to clear them of the whale flesh. She backed off as the rest of the fleet came forward. "Each ship can take a chunk. There's plenty for everybody." L'iana ordered. Colorado hung back as they did so, leaving behind half the whale when they were done. "Colorado, I don't know to thank you." L'iana said. "No need. You've given me a home, the least I can do is take care of it." Colorado replied. "Well, thank you anyways." L'iana said and the sub chuckled. "Of course L'iana. My pleasure." "You sure you won't have some?" L'iana asked. "Don't need any." Colorado replied. "My reactor can sustain me just fine." "It's your catch though. You deserve a bite at least." L'iana said. "I won't take what I don't need." Colorado said. "No? And if I told you that we need you to eat it would you?" L'iana asked and Colorado sighed. "If you insist." She said and leaned down, eyeing the exposed rib bones. She grabbed onto a few, twisted and pulled, tearing them clean off the body. Bits of flesh clung to them and with a few jerks of her head, the chunk was swallowed whole. Bones and all. L'iana whistled. "Remind me never to look like an appetizer." She said and Colorado rolled her eyes.
A few hours later the pair were in their shared berth, having a drink. Whiskey was always a favorite of submarines as for some reason, it increased the rotation rate on their propellers, making them more efficient. Colorado downed the last of her class before digging through her alcohol supply. She pulled out a bottle of Turkey 101. "Now this is some of the good stuff." She grinned, popping the bottle cap. L'iana held out her class and Colorado gladly filled it. "How'd you come by such a large stash?" She asked. "Well, it's a bit of a long story." Colorado began, interrupted by the sound of squabbling between two nearby trawlers. L'iana sighed. "Excuse me." She said and went over to try and settle things. That's when Colorado felt the tightening in her gut. It'd been a long time since she'd felt it but then again it'd been a long time since she'd consumed bones too. Sighing, the Ohio-class sub hauled herself out of the berth, hull dripping water onto the sand, and she began to retch.
"...And disrespectful to the one who caught that whale. Now both of you will go your separate ways!" L'iana was ordering. The two trawlers agreed and split the offending chunk of whale in half, each carrying a section back to their respective berths. Sighing and shaking her head, half in annoyance, half in amusement, L'iana turned back to her berth and saw Colorado. She immediately rushed over. "Colorado, are you alright?" She asked. Pausing momentarily in her retching, the sub glanced back at her. "I'll be fine in a minute." She panted. A low hum sounded in her throat as she coughed, growing louder with each one.
L'iana was debating whether or not to fetch a doctor when a hacking sound made her turn. Colorado's body convulsed and her head dropped. Jaws parted, a long, oval shaped object with tapered ends came out and landed on the sand. Colorado collapsed next to it, smacking her jaws a few times. "Phew, glad that's over." She sighed. "It's been a while." "Might I ask, what was that about?" L'iana asked. "What did you just cough up?" "It's called a pellet. It's like an owl pellet." Colorado replied. "Submarines have similar physiology to their stomachs. Anything that's non digestible, hair, nails, even bones, is regurgitated. It's more common to diesel subs though as they actually need to eat." "Oh so that's why you were reluctant to eat the whale." L'iana realized and Colorado nodded. "May I?" She asked, eying the pellet. Colorado sighed and handed it to her. "Fascinating." L'iana murmured as she examined it. "Oh don't tell me you haven't seen a pellet before." Colorado sniffed as she moved back into the berth. "Owl pellets yes but submarine pellets... Do you mind if I keep this? I think it would make for fascinating research." L'iana asked. Colorado shrugged. "Sure fine. Do whatever. Far as I'm concerned I've got no claim to it." Li'ana frowned. "What's wrong?" She asked, not liking her lover's tone. Colorado didn't answer, she merely shifted. If L'iana looked closely enough she could see the sub was blushing. "It's nothing to be ashamed of Colorado." She said. "It's like trawlers being turned on by their winches. It's natural." Colorado sighed. "Just, not used to it I guess." She said. "Then you need to eat more often." L'iana said. "From now one, you'll get 2 fish from my catch and you will eat them." "Or what?" Colorado asked. "I'll make you." L'iana replied.
She could see she got the desired response from the sub if the mischievous glint in Colorado's eyes was any indication. "Oh, and just how will you make me little one?" She purred, reaching out a fin and rubbing it over L'iana's decks. The trawler grabbed it, spreading the webbed vestigial fingers and taking each one in her mouth individually. There were four in all and each one deserved her attention. Colorado's purrs grew deeper the more she sucked, enjoying the feel of L'iana's tongue against her skin. She pressed her muzzle to the trawler's neck, playing with one of the hooped rings on her ear. "Colorado." L'iana whined. "I'm trying to concentrate." "So am I." The sub replied. L'iana finished with the fingers and let the fin go, working her way up to Colorado's shoulder before twisting around to get at the soft folds of the skin on her neck. Colorado gave a deep moan before she snapped herself out of it. "L'iana, I don't think this is wise." She said. "And why not?" The trawler asked. "I'm so big, I could crush you." She said. "Not if you're on the bottom." L'iana pointed out. "But is this what you what, I mean it's your choice too." "What I want." L'iana purred, nibbling her ear. "Is to see if the rumors surrounding a submarine's berth capabilities are true." She worked her way down Colorado's neck, rubbing her chest until she got the sub's teats to harden and poke out. "I want to hear you squeal." She purred, sucking on the first one. "I want to hear you scream my name." The second one had milk in it and L'iana savored the sweet warm taste of the liquid. "And when you come, I want to feel and taste your sweet ambrosia." Her little sex talk got Ohio on her back with ease. L'iana lay on top of her. "Relax darling." She purred. "The best part is about to begin."
Ohio felt like every molecule of her being was on fire. But this wasn't the kind of fire that killed or injured, no this fire was a good fire. It burned yes, but it burned in a good way, with each flame lighting joy and pleasure to her frame. L'iana had come prepared and tied a dildo around her waste. She was gentle as she pushed in, not wanting to hurt Colorado. The whines and moans from the sub beneath her told her otherwise and she adjusted her angle, beginning a steady rhythm of thrusts. Colorado rocked with her, still being mindful of her much larger bulk, even in the throes of her passion. L'iana took to breathing through her nose as she timed her thrusts with each tit she sucked on. Sometimes her teeth would even nick them, drawing a little blood which she also savored. It was sweet with a bit of a tang from the uranium. "You darling, taste delicious." She purred, her sultry tone arousing Colorado even further. That the giant Ohio-class submarine could be aroused simply by her words amused L'iana. Her next thrust went deep as she buried the dildo up to its hilt, rubbing their slits together. Colorado's eyes rolled back in her head and she gave a long low moan as she came. Fluid sprayed out and around the dildo, soaking L'iana's keel. It puddled there between them and L'iana wasted no time reversing, the dildo coming free. She worked Colorado's slit, lapping up the fluids as they collected. "Sweeter than honey." She purred, savoring the slightly metallic taste. She took in a big gulp before leaning forward to kiss Colorado, allowing the submarine to taste what she hadn't yet swallowed. Her own fluids registering on her tongue earned L'iana a deep throated purr out of Colorado as the two kissed.
"M'amoursine." Colorado whispered.
L'iana closed her eyes, knowing how sacred the submarine tongue was. It was rarely shared with outsiders. "I love you too." She whispered back.
Colorado grinned up at her. "Again?" She asked and L'iana purred, resting her head on the submarine's chest as Colorado's fins rubbed her shoulders. That night, the two became more than lovers, they became mates. A sacred, cherished bond that only death could break.