The United States of America were at the top of their game now. Ever since the battle of Guadalcanal, the Sleeping Giant had been crushing the Japanese at every encounter. From Attu to Tawara, From the Bismarck Sea to the Leyte Gulf. And it was at the Leyte gulf that Allied forces had practically taken full control of the Pacific, a vast armada of allied ships practically barricading the Japanese forces within their own borders.
Not only that, but after getting their hands on his travel itinerary, the Allies struck a blow to Japanese morale...
By taking out their beloved Admiral Yamamoto.
Without one of their key strategists, Japan was in trouble. But even then, there were some within Allied ranks that still toasted the late Admiral. Even the squadrons of the Enterprise raised a glass, for despite being the commander of the Japanese Forces during the attack on Pearl Harbor, Admiral Yamamoto was still revered by friend and foe alike. Which made his loss all the more devastating to Japan.
Still, the American forces were taking pretty big losses in the war. Taking a Japanese controlled island was no easy task. But in order to keep up the fight, the US Navy, The Army and it's Air Corps, and Marines had to work together. And boy were they really working together. With four very powerful groups working as one, their victories were only increasing. Japan was now running on fumes, but that didn't mean they were done. Soon a new battle would happen, and the Enterprise would have to use every trump card just to stay in the game.
June 10, 1944
USS Enterprise
145 miles from Saipan.
Dax sat a table in the mess hall, looking at a letter he had just received. And as his gaze danced over the words printed on the paper sent to him by the War Department, Dax couldn't help the pain, hurt and anger he felt as his heart twisted from it all, his mismatched eyes beginning to fill with tears as he quietly read the letter to himself.
" Lt. Dax Stirling. We regret to inform you that on June the 6th, Private Jed Stirling was declared M.I.A during the Allied invasion of Normandy. Our hopes and prayers go out to you and your family…"
That was all Dax could read as he slumped back in his seat. His twin brother had gone against his wishes and joined the army to fight the Nazis. He knew he should be more excited about the fact that five years after Hitler had invaded Poland, the Allies gained a descivie victory by getting their foot in the door of Nazi-Occupied Europe and were now pushing for Berlin. And in the end, the silver wolf surely hoped that his brother was alive. He had always said that his twin was resilient and never went down without a fight. But, before he could delve too deep into his memories', Dax was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of chair next to him being pulled out, and someone sitting next to him. And upon looking into Sam's eyes, Dax could see that their was concern, but that concern did match the rather neutral expression on his face.
"You okay?" he asked in a rather passive tone, though this did not bother Dax as he knew the Lieutenant's heart was in it.
Dax looked over at his friend, his mismatched eyes meeting the blonde wolf's hazel, the Air Corps pilot just holding the gaze before he let out a long sigh. And as his eyes returned to the table, he silently slipped the note to Sam, the immediate superior not needing to pick it up or read it the moment he saw the emblem of the war department.
"My brother is missing," Dax said with a sigh, rubbing his pointer and thumb over his eyes in an attempt to feign fatigue, when in reality his fighting back his tears.
"Taken prisoner or dead, the military doesn't know yet."
Sam couldn't help but feel a since of sadness as well. Dax had told him once that he and his brother had done everything together and now, when they were getting ready to attack Saipan, one of their own was lost deep in a place of dread. Losing a fellow pilot in combat is one thing, but a brother on the other side of the world? This was not good. Sam wanted to help Dax, but what could he say or do? He had no siblings of his own, well none in a combat position. Hell, he only had a sister, but she had a safe, cozy desk job at dance company in their home state of Ohio. So the handsome captain had no idea how hard it was for Dax right now. He could try to empathize by using his friendship with Hutch as an example, who was the closest thing to a brother. But, much like how wanted to do with Eve when she learned of Winston's death, it just was the same, especially since for Dax, Hutch wasn't blood.
"I'm sure he's fine," was all Sam could say as he tried to cheer Dax up, the silver wolf looking at him with an expression that pretty much read skepticism.
"What makes you so sure?" he asked.
"Because your brother is a problem solver, as you have said before. So, he no doubt has a plan to survive."
Dax looked at the letter and with a smile, folded it and placed in his flight jacket.
"You're right Sam," he finally said, slapping a hand on his friends shoulder, only to notice out the corner of his eye, one of the hyena cooks, one Elaine "Shenzi" Johnson, eyeing him from her station. And of course, Dax knew that she had had her eyes on the handsome silver wolf since he returned from the battle of Guadalcanal. With her big ass and breasts, she was a beauty among the crew. And even though Dax was in a relationship with Sweets, she wanted to feel his body against hers.
So, with Dax looking at her, Shenzi looked around to make sure that the other cooks were too busy to notice her unbuttoning her shirt. And needless to say, Dax felt his dick become stiff as she opened her shirt, flashing her big double D tits to him.
The silver wolf mouthed to her, "Not happening."
Shenzi frowned and quickly corrected her clothing as the dinner bell was rung, sailors, marines, and pilots all rushing in to grab their chow. And as Dax and Sam got in line, Shenzi never took her eyes off of him. And when he reached her, she not only served him so toasts, but she also gave him peek down her shirt.
"Stop it," Dax whispered to Shenzi, but she just giggled and went on with her job.
That night, Dax made his way to the mess hall to get himself some hot coffee. When he entered the mess hall, he saw that no one was around, but then he smelled the coffee in the galley. Feeling the need for some of that hot, dark goodness, Dax made his way into the kitchen and saw the pot boiling on the stove, the smell going right up his nose, making the silver wolf sigh.
"Smells good," he smiled and grabbed himself a cup. But as he poured the coffee, he had no idea that Shenzi was coming into the kitchen, wearing nothing but a sexy thong and her beautiful spotted fur. A smile appeared on her face as Dax downed his coffee. She then walked up behind the silver wolf, only stopping the moment Dax suddenly felt a pair of arms go around his muscular torso and hug him as whispered sensually into his ear.
"Hello Dax." she said as the Silver wolf stood there, unsure of what to do. Now, being an officer and a gentlemen, Dax wanted to pull away and tell Shenzi that there was no way he would sleep with her. Unfortunately, Shenzi must have suspected that he might be thinking that, so she quickly slipped her hand down in his pants and took hold of his sheath, the slutty hyena beginning to rub Dax's sheath up and down, while whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
She was trying to seduce him!
However…
"BITCH! YOU NIGGER BITCH!" Sweets screamed as she came storming into the kitchen, causing Shenzi to let go of Dax and look at Sweets with her arms crossed, the hyena just smiling as she let Sweets continue on screaming, clearly unphased by the racist moniker thrown at her as the beautiful she-wolf went on for a good while until she finally exhausted all her hatred toward the hyena.
"You think you can steal my boyfriend?" she asked, all out of breath from her tirade.
"He's not yours Sweets," Shenzi smiled, then spun around captured Dax in a kiss, her huge tits pressing against his front, making the silver wolf go stiff…in more ways than one.
"He's mine. He would rather fuck this big ass then that little booty you have," she said pulling out of the embrace. Then she groped her own breasts and held them in her hands.
"Look at these babies. Any man would die to suck, fuck and cum on these perfect tits. Also, I would let Dax do all kind of kinky shit with me..." Shenzi kept fanning the flames to Sweets' anger.
"Hell, I would even let him piss on me. What can you do, bitch?"
And while at this point Sweets was fuming at this lewd, vulgar things Shenzi was saying, a thought popped into her head to try and beet the lustful hyena at her own game. And so, a smile appeared on Sweets' face as she gave a response.
"I could get him to cum without touching his dick or using my hands," she replied.
Shenzi looked surprised.
"How would you do that?" she asked.
"By letting him eat my ass," Sweets replied, adding to her answer by immediately spinning around, her back facing Dax and Shenzi, before pulling down her shorts and panties. At that moment, Dax didn't care if her ass was small compared to Shenzi's, her ass was still very nice and heart shaped. With her tail raised, the silver wolf had a clear view of her pussy and ass.
And so, without saying a word, Dax buried his face between the cheeks of Sweets' ass as he feasted on her, the pent-up Lieutenant letting the perverted images and the strange but exotic taste of her puckered star send shivers down his spine and to his cock, which he had freed from his clothe prison, the silver wolf eagerly jerking off until he fired several thick ropes of cum. This angered Shenzi, the hyena preparing to call Sweets on her bullshit of not using hands, but she knew she couldn't since Sweets specified, she could make Dax cum without using HER hands. And so, with lust-fueled frustration, Shenzi pushed Dax onto his back and sat right on his face, almost smothering him with her huge ass. Soon, both women were letting him do anything he wanted to them, each fighting for the right to be his girlfriend.
And after cumming for the sixth time, Dax looked at the two necked women before him, the silver lupine racking his brain on who to choose.
"I choose Sweets," he said, pulling the cum stained sergeant into his arms. But he looked sadly at a defeated Shenzi.
"But..." he said getting her to look at him.
"I did enjoy this night very much."
Shenzi shamefully looked at Sweets and Dax.
"I'll respect your choice, Dax." she said.
After that, Dax helped the girls clean up the kitchen in order to hide the evidence of their little competition.
After that night, Shenzi kept away from Dax, but still teased him now and then.
June 13, 1944
The Enterprise was sailing straight toward the next target, Saipan. But before the battle-ready pilots of Angel, Rouge, Jusky and Devil Squadron would take to the sky, a massive Battleship group, lead by the New Jersey, would first soften up the Japanese defenders of the island.
However, there was one flaw. The Battleship gunners were all new to this, so their round either came up short or a complete miss of their designated targets.
On the flight deck of the Enterprise, Sweets and her boyfriend Dax watched the beach get blasted. Unfortunately for Dax, seeing this brought back memories of Guadalcanal that the cream-furred sergeant's handsome Lieutenant wished to never see, the voices of dying Marines and Japanese soldiers echoing in his ears. Trying hard to forget what he saw, Dax closed his eyes tightly, but that only made the voices louder.
"Stop it!" Dax screamed falling to his knees, the sight and sound of his meltdown causing a deep concern to radiate through Sweets, who immediately dropped to her knees beside him. However, the moment Dax let out a painful howl of agony, Sweets quickly distanced herself.
"I can't save all of you!"
Sweets stepped back from him in shock. It was clear to her that he was suffering from what could only be shell shock, but what could she do to help him? And unfortunately for her, she wasn't fast enough to stop a passing Petty Officer Nick Wilde from making the mistake of placing a hand on Dax's shoulder.
"Dax, buddy," he cooed in a concerned tone, "you good?"
"You ain't going to kill me, Jap!" he shouted, his right fist coming into contact with Nick's jaw, not enough to knock him out but to enough to make his world spin as he landed flat on his bushy tail.
Without missing a beat, Sweets, upon witnessing the savage right-hook that Dax delivered to the undeserving fox, reached out and grabbed his boyfriend's arm before he could throw another punch. Dax, then spun around and grabbed Sweets by the waist and threw her face first to the flight deck. And it was the moment Dax heard Sweet's pained cry, and upon seeing her hold her hand to a now bloody nose, Dax suddenly realized what he had done; Not only had he assaulted a fellow serviceman in the Navy, but he had also just done the same to Sweets.
And with that, the otherwise strong Texan broke.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered sadly as a crowd gathered around to watch the scene unfold, Balto and Kodi working to help pull Nick to his feet as Candy and Dusty helped Sweets, the bleeding girl shrugging off the other two as she immediately fell to her knees, pulling a weeping Dax into a tight embrace as she let him sob into her neck, all while the deck crew and four squadrons watched with pity.
"I can't do it! I can't fly anymore! I'm done! I just want to go home!" his voice cracked, his words now being muddled by his sobbing.
Upon hearing this, Lt. Col Humphrey "Rex" Chambers Sr. felt a deep frown stretch across his aged featured, the Rogue straightening up as he walked up to the distressed pilot. And after motioning to Candy and Dusty to get Sweets away from Dax, which she did so with great reluctance, looked down at Dax and held the deep frown.
"LOOK AT ME SON!" he bellowed, the sudden boom in his voice causing Dax to immediately turn his tearstained face up to meet him. And while Rex truly felt for the shell-shocked pilot, he knew that in war, there was no time to cry.
"We all want to go home! But we won't have a home to go to if we lose this war."
Upon hearing this, Dax seemed to have calmed down a bit, the silver wolf managing to find the strength to pull himself to his feet as he bowed his head in what some would say was a combination of embarrassment and shame.
"But I have so much blood on my hands. I got nothing left in me. My spirit is broken."
First Lt. Cody "Pretty Boy" O'Connor walked up to Dax.
"Dax," he said, preparing to say something he wanted to say for a long time, something that needed to come out.
"I know some things can never be taken back, because those things can scar you and they will never fade. I offer no excuse, my friend. It is nobody's fault that you got hurt. For all of it. You mean everything to us."
Eve looked at Dax with same deep frown that rex held.
"I have lost more then you did on that damn island," she said pointing to her husband's wedding right that now hung around her neck.
"And we will have scars that never fade."
"Scars never fade," Dax repeated.
"Yes, they never fade," Aniu butted in, the wolf leader of Husky Squadron placing a firm grip on Dax's shoulder, "but they can be covered, hidden from sight. You helped save many Marines and survived Guadalcanal. Your spirit remained strong then, it still can remain strong now when we need you the most."
Sweets put her hand on Dax's shoulder, the silver wolf looking into the eyes of his beloved as she smiled at him.
"Dax, there are things we never will know about you, but what I know is that the greatness in you is a greatness of spirit. Courage and generosity, compassion and commitment. These are your virtues."
Sweets paused for a moment to place a gentle kiss on Dax's lips, the act result in a few hoots and cat-calls, which were hushed by the squadron leaders.
"You have done great things, and I love you."
Dax found he had nothing to say, the Texas wolf looking around at his fellow pilots and the Enterprise's deck crew. With a newfound respect and strength, Dax straightened himself up.
"First Lieutenant Dax Stirling, reporting for duty!" he shouted with a salute.
"Just give me a plane and let's do this!"
The whole flight deck erupted with cheering as the pilots ran for their planes.
June 15, 1944.
Angel and Devil Squadron were dropping their payloads on the Japanese bunkers and pillboxes, while Rouge and Husky Squadron flew escort.
As King watched the two bomber squadrons bomb the anti-air guns, he kept looking up at Eve, who was now strafing the ground with her machine guns. In the handsome colonel's eyes, she was a real angel. Smart, beautiful and above all, very loving and protective of her daughters. And King was going to tell her how he felt as soon as they landed at the back on the Enterprise.
Suddenly…
King's plane was hit bad by some of still active Anti-air guns. The colonel, realizing he was in trouble, decided to bug out or risk getting shot down. But, as he turned toward the safety of the Allied fleet, another Anti-air round scored a direct hit on the under belly of his fighter.
In the blink of an eye, King's cockpit burst into flames!
His screams were heard as smoke escape through the holes in his plane. However, he refused to let himself die by the flames. Reaching under his seat, King pulled out his fire extinguisher. Even though his arms and hands were burning and the pain consumed him, the colonel fought through it and put out the fire.
"DAD! Are you alright?!" Terra cried out, the "Princess" of Angel Squadron watching with great alarm as she saw the smoke spewing from her father's plane.
There was no answer.
"Dad, please answer me!" she begged.
"I'm fine," came King's reply, but from what everyone could hear, he was not in good shape.
"I'm going to return to the Enterprise, just stay the course and finish your bombing runs."
Not far off was Private Daniel "Pipsqueak" O'Connor, who had spotted two Japanese trucks heading for the jungle. Without notifying any members of his squadron, the glory seeking rookie broke off from the group and went after the trucks. But as his Hellcat closed in on the fleeing trucks, the jungle floor erupted with Anti-air machine-gun fire.
Daniel had flown right into a trap!
In a panic, Daniel banked to the left, giving the Japanese gunners a clear shot at his Hellcat's underbelly. And in a matter of seconds, bullets riddled his plane and he lost all power. And at that point, Daniel realized there was only one thing to do, bail out. So, he did. Sadly, the Japanese were waiting for him on the ground, all while from the air, the O'Connor daughter and father saw Daniel get taken. There was nothing they could do but hope and pray that he would survive. After all, the Japanese were known to be very rough with prisoners of war. To them, surrender was seen as weakness and was against the code of Bushido.
But there was another problem.
Coming toward the island of Saipan was the newly built Japanese Imperial fleet. And among the new fleet were sister ships, Shokaku and Zuikaku. These two ships had squared off with the Enterprise before, but now they were coming back to finish what they had begun at the battle of Guadalcanal and Santa Cruz. But those two Japanese carriers were not alone, sailing close by was the new super carrier, Taiho.
The Taiho was so big that she weighed 30,000 tons, had two hanger decks, and had an armored plated deck. She was built to last, but that was nothing to her weapons. Protecting this ship was twelve 99MM flak guns and fifty 25MM Machine-guns.
It was a floating fortress.
June 19, 1944
However, the floating fortress had an unseen enemy lurking in the water nearby…
The USS Albacore.
The American submarine had spotted the massive Japanese carrier and moved in for the kill. The submarine slowly approached the Taiho, just like a lion would as it hunted its prey. Still, the Taiho had already lunched it's attack planes to destroy the Enterprise.
But the attacking Japanese bombers were just no match for the veteran pilots of Enterprise and the other American carriers as wave after wave, the Japanese were taken down with ease. However they scored a single hit on the battleship South Dakota, claiming only seven lives. It looked as if the Japanese were done for this battle, with nearly four hundred Japanese planes shot down, making it one of the greatest victories for the American Navy.
Then just before Midnight, another American submarine that had been stalking the Shokaku finally attacked. The Shokaku was then sunk, taking many of her crew with her to the bottom of the sea. But it wasn't the only Japanese carrier to be sunk. The Taiho had been hit earlier that day by a single Torpedo, and unknown to the crew, the whole ship was filling with flammable gases. It only took a single spark to turn the super carrier into a massive Roman candle.
After the Americans lunched another attack on the Japanese fleet, they sank one more carrier. But there was still the Zuikaku and the two super Battleships to deal with. But right now, the battle for Saipan was far from over.
Especially for one unfortunate American pilot.
Private Daniel "Pipsqueak" O'Connor was crying from the amount of pain he felt. His face was bleeding, and his chest was slashed deeply, but not enough to kill him. Standing before him was a Japanese officer, a Japanese marten to be exact.
"Talk you American dog," the weaselly officer growled.
"What are your people planning? How many ships do they have? Tell me!"
Daniel's only answer was, "Fuck you."
"Then die!" the officer said as he drew his knife.
Daniel gave off one more powerful cry of defiance, before the knife made contact with is throat.
After three weeks of fighting, the Japanese defenders were defeated. But taking the island had cost the US. More then 16,000 Marines and soldiers had lost their lives, and the Japanese lost 24,000, but there was still one pilot from the Enterprise that was still missing...
Danial O'Connor.
It took some time but Rex was able to get permission to go ashore with the rest of Rouge Squadron and Cody to find Danial. As the pilots searched the last known location of their missing pilot, a group of Marines were escorting a group of captured Japanese prisoners back to the beach. As Cody passed one of the Japanese prisoners, he saw that the soldier, a marten with one arm in a makeshift sling, was wearing his son's dog tags.
Worried that his son was still being held somewhere on the island, the distressed lieutenant reached out and snatched the tags away from the Japanese soldier.
"Where is the pilot who wore these tags?" he asked.
The Japanese soldier only smiled and pointed to the nearby hill. The pilots of Rouge squadron followed Cody up the hill where they found Daniel…
Well, what remained of him that was.
Daniel was trussed to a dead tree, his arms were bound behind him with rope. But no one noticed that detail. They were all staring at Daniel's face. It appeared to have two mouths. One hung slack to reveal his blood stained teeth. The other gaped under his chin and drooled blood over his dirty uniform.
Daniel's throat—that instrument that had entertained his buddies at the academy—had been slashed from ear to ear.
Cody was in shock and speechless.
The Japanese had murdered his only son!
"NO! Those fucking animals! Look what they did to my boy!" he shouted as young Elise ran to the tree, using her knife to cut her brother free from the tree. And the moment the limp body fell into his arms, Cody held it close, his tears mingling with the blood of his son, with Elise soon joining him. But, as the last two members of the O'Connor's wept over their loss, the newly promoted Colonel Cain "Devil Anse" Adams lead the rest of the group back down to the beach.
They had a new mission: To find the ones who killed Daniel and make them pay.
When they got to the beach, they were greeted by one of the captured Japanese soldiers. He figured that once they had found the body, they would be coming back to punish the one responsible. The angry colonel didn't need to be told where the killer was because the prisoners quickly moved away from the guilty one…
The injured marten, the one with his wounded arm in the makeshift sling. One might say, he wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he had tortured and killed Daniel. Well, that was all Rex needed to know.
"You," he barked to a nearby Marine.
"Shoot that guy!"
The Marine looked confused at first and point to the marten.
"This guy?" he asked.
"Yeah, that Jap cock-sucker with a busted wing. He butchered a member of my squadron," Rex replied.
The Marine smiled and pointed his BAR at the Japanese soldier, who only smiled back at him.
"AIRY GAH TOE, YA JAP BASTARD!" the Marine said, butcher the Japanese farewell with his thick southern drawl before he pulled the trigger.
"Fuck you!" the Japanese major said before the sound of the BAR being fired was heard.
The pilots and Marines, along with the other Jap POW's watched the Japanese major fall dead with a certain satiation…as well as deep dread. After that Rouge Squadron returned to the Enterprise, where they gave Daniel a funeral, before letting him rest at the bottom of the sea.
Another pilot had been lost and was now an angel flying above them.