Chapter 359: April Takes A Boat Ride

That makes sense. If you are on duty and need to pee, you must do something.

We soon reached out to the carrier for them to direct us in. I knew how to land on the ship, but that didn’t mean I had a clue how they would guide me in. Movies always made this big deal about calling the ball and similar things. I followed their instructions to line up the glide path and then flew right in. My tail hook hit the first arrestor line, and they didn’t need the nets they had up if I screwed up the landing.

“Are you sure you never landed on a carrier before?” Winter asked. “You can’t do it any better than that. It was textbook perfect. They waved me off six times, and on the seventh try, I caught the last cable. At least they didn’t embarrass me by having the nets up. I can see why they did that with you. Expect them to debrief you about the North Korean incident. No way you are bitch-slapping them like that and not have to tell about it.”

As I had at Area-51, I climbed out and then got April. One of the sailors climbed up to hand me a set of small ear protectors to put over April’s ears after I removed her helmet. I saw that she had a shield up protecting them already. After bobbing her head around, to check how they felt on her head, she reached out to hug the sailor. He looked old and grumpy, but he had the biggest grin when he took April into his arms to let her hug him. He helped Winter out of her seat as I carried April to get our bags from the storage area on the plane.

The plane was going down an elevator into the ship as Winter did a pee-pee dance. I gave her the bag she brought along. Once we were down, even with the open part of the carrier, she rushed off toward the nearest female head. A woman, who I suspected was her mom, waved me over.

“April dry. Winter wet,” April announced, proudly and loudly as only little kids can do.

She held her arms out to the Captain, equivalent to an Air Force Full-Bird Colonel, who took her from me.

“Daddy, go potty. April big girl,” she proclaimed.

Winter’s mom was amazed that the flight suit April had on. I felt April’s happiness when she got the flight suit off and showed Winter’s mom her dry pull-up before pulling on panties. April soon had to use the bathroom and climbed up on the adult toilet. She carefully balanced as she did her thing. Winter’s mom was there to steady April if needed. April was so proud of the flight suit that she put it back on.

I started to pull on my clothes when a sailor came into the bathroom with a set of computer-patterned BDUs. They had Jones over the right pocket. I didn’t even question if it and the boots were a perfect fit or not. I had a full range of motion without them being baggy anywhere. Winter was visibly impressed.

“Sir,” a Marine said from beside me. “All firearms must be stored in the armory. Please follow me.”

We went into the bowels of the ship to where they had the armory. On the way, we passed where they were cutting up meat for that evening meal. It was no problem to get a chunk of the fat they were discarding. The marine gave me a strange look but didn’t question me.

In the armory, a gunnery sergeant asked for my guns.

“Gunny. These will require a secure storage locker where only I have access. They are the most dangerous handguns you have on board. I can try to explain my reasons, but a demonstration will answer your questions faster,” I told him. “Can we go up on deck? I am concerned for the safety of the ship.”

“Normally, I would deny your request, but I received an encrypted secret message that your weapons were unlike any I have seen in my military career. I think that someone mistyped the message at the source. It noted that we would need some flesh as part of the test,” the gunnery sergeant explained.

I help up the hand-sized hunks of cow fat. I picked up on the way to the armory and said, “No mistake. I picked up some fat. It will work well for the tests.”

We went out to stand on the elevator platform that brought my plane down to go inside the carrier. From the inside of the ship to the platform’s edge, I saw random stacks of various items. At the front, they had a piece of glass from a broken canopy. They then had wood, concrete, some chunks of scrap metals from plane repairs, and three different chunks of armor plating. The last one was two inches thick. I put the slab of fat between the ribs on the back of the final piece of armor plating.

With the objects of varying height, I got down into a sitting position, took aim, and put four quick shots at the fat. Three more were precisely four inches to the left.

A Marine carried out what I found was a black box from one of the fighter jets. The case was no longer serviceable, but the electronics were out of date. It worked, but they no longer wanted or needed it. A single EMP shot put it out of commission, permanently.

“It is too dangerous to fire the black widow rounds. Their design allows them to make sure they penetrate the skin to deliver their toxins,” I explained.

The gunnery sergeant looked at the holes, hunks of fat, and then handed the black box to the tech.

“I stand mistaken in my previous assumption that someone was playing a prank on me, Sir. They were indeed correct that I’ve never seen anything like your sidearms. Not much scares me, Sir. I worry more about those than I do the various munitions we carry or the nuclear reactor that provides our power. That is some scary shit. It didn’t even make a sound,” he said as the color began to come back into his face. “I’ve never seen anything punch a hole through a canopy without creating even a small crack.”

The tech came over, put a tarp on the deck, and poured out the melted and charred remains of the black box. With a single shot, I explained that the EMPs had a small area of effect but would stop a tank from more than a mile away.

The gunnery sergeant took me in a different direction from the armory. There were seven doors in all. Multiple guards had to open each door in front of him and close them behind him.

You must resist unlocking the doors and walking through like the guards at each can’t stop you from passing through.

Having the gunnery sergeant as my escort, they allowed me through behind him. We came to rows of safes requiring a code and two keys, one being in a keyhole twenty feet away. The other is in the safe itself.

“Sir, this is the most secure storage location on the ship,” the master sergeant explained. “I am sorry that we cannot accommodate your request to restrict access to yourself only. By being cleared to enter this top-secret section of the ship, I can divulge that some of these safes contain the three parts required to arm a nuclear munition. Only a small group of sailors can access a specific section from a single safe at a time. Restrictions permit only a single crew member at a time to retrieve their designated part. Only when the ship is heavily damaged will all the safes be unlocked for a small time window to permit the rapid preparation of the nuclear munitions. After that point, the security countermeasures activate. The process welds the locking rods into place and fuses the doors to the frame. All electronics get destroyed by the welding process.”

I smiled, pulled another hunk for fat from my pocket, went to where they had a damaged door they cut from the associated safe, put the fat behind it, and took a quick rubber bullet shot at it.

“Fortunately for the safety of everyone on the carrier, only I can use these weapons,” I explained as he showed me where to store them.

He replied, “Very fortunate, indeed, Sir. With eight carefully placed rounds, you could access any of the safes here.”

Don’t do it. Yes, you can already access each safe now, without needing any keys. I’m not Mr. Smith anymore.

The gunnery sergeant added, “Eight shots to access one safe or one round to disable all safes. These weapons contain EMP ammunition that will fry all the electronics.”

As I locked the two weapons in the provided safe, I joked, hoping to break the tension in the room, “So what you are saying is that I need not go around showing off my Christmas presents and leave them at home instead.”

“The hell you say, sir,” the gunnery sergeant laughed. “I wouldn’t have missed the chance to see what my great-great-grandchildren may one day use to keep from needing to worry about fighting in the trenches. I’ve seen many devices to take lives. Rarely do I come across anything designed to use non-lethal means to stop a combatant with no collateral damage.”

“Well, that depends on how you define collateral damage, Gunny,” the master sergeant commented. “I think the officers use a different definition.”

Not even thinking before speaking, I asked, “Any chance we can toss a fat-filled steel container overboard with a camera inside it that we can monitor? I don’t remember if these are capable of working through the water.”

That got Gunny and me discussing the diffraction of light passing through water. He became very interested in testing theories, but only after we arrived in port. He knew about locations where some of the ships destroyed in WWII had underwater cameras installed to study how saltwater affects different parts of the carcasses over time. A few had long sections where sharks entered to feed at some point and then grew too large to exit. They find a few Tuna become trapped in there as well. Best of all, it sits around a hundred feet over the top of an active underwater lava flow. He expected the lava to provide an adequate backstop for my ammunition.

Yeah, sure, Gunny. You want to see about the black widow rounds.

Back up on the level where I left April with Winter’s mom, I found Winter, but no April. I could feel through our link that April was having a blast wherever she was right now. Winter thought her mom was likewise enjoying having April along on whatever adventure they were having together.

Winter took us to our berth. It wasn’t exactly how she described it before. I noticed that we did have a bunk in an area separated from the others, but we shared a large head. This one wasn’t private to us only. It connected to a shared space with tables bolted to the floor.

“I’m seriously reconsidering trying to get pregnant and have a baby, your baby. We might have already succeeded in getting me pregnant, but we must ensure that we tried our best. I don’t like the idea of getting fat, stretch marks, or any of that part of having a baby. I want to do it for my mom. I’ve not seen her so excited to give someone a tour as she is taking April around.”

She stopped talking long enough to strip and work my dick out through the button fly of my camo pants.

Once she sucked me hard, mounted me, and started slowly working my cock deeper as her cock pocket slowly expanded, she continued saying, “Do you know how hard it is to keep a straight face when a cocky pilot gets knocked down a peg? One of the biggest assholes, a damn good pilot, made a stupid crack about April looking so cute in her pretend flight suit. April insisted that she needed her helmet. Mom had it in one hand and April’s small hand in her other. Mom was going to tell him something when I caught up to them. He couldn’t miss hearing about the incident with the North Koreans or that I arrived in that F/A-18. I love my mom. She tossed him April’s helmet as she explained that April was strapped into my lap while her father piloted. When mom gave me a slight nod, I happened to mention that this pressurizable flight suit worked amazingly well and was more comfortable than standard issue.”

Winter focused on taking her test ride over talking. Again, she took a long time to adjust to having my dick inside her, but once she found the places inside her that felt the best, she focused on them. Her third orgasm took her to a new level of pleasure.

I felt April enter the room a few seconds before Winter came. I didn’t use the place in my head to intensify her orgasm, but I did help the post-orgasmic bliss last longer than usual.

I should stop Winter, but why? They trusted me to fly Winter all the way here. Why would they have an issue with her fucking me?

“Hap-pee Burf-da, We-in-tur,” April announced loudly and happily. “Want Da-id to make We-in-tur a mommy?”

I saw Winter’s eyes open wide at April’s question, but her eyes showed she still had a few more seconds before coming back down to Earth.

Not missing a beat, Winter’s mom answered, “No, April. Winter can’t become a mommy right now.”

“Can too,” April insisted, sounding every bit like two-year-old that she is.

Winter’s mom showed a look of annoyance, so Winter said, “I don’t know how she knows, but April is right. I stopped taking the pill three months ago. I want to know that doing this unprotected is likely to get me pregnant. I saw the look you gave me when April asked about something. It isn’t like I will get kicked out of school. I’m even willing to give up flying jets for a year or two. I doubt I’m going to find another guy like him. He is in better shape than most Marines on the carrier, can fly anything, it seems, and has a nine-inch-long pleasure pole. I do have the morning-after pills if I’m just hormonal due to ovulating recently.”

“You are both expected in the officer’s mess at eighteen-hundred, and you will dress appropriately. I suggest you finish what you started. April had me come here to get her clothes so she can change out of the flight suit,” Winter’s mom said.