By: JustAnotherGasWriter
Jason put a silencer on his M4 assault rifle and grabbed several flash bang grenades, as well as a few smoke grenades before heading out to the awaiting helicopter. He was a recently enlisted member of the DD and had been matched up with Quiet the sniper for his first mission. Their goal? To infiltrate an enemy post and steal some blueprints. Nice and straightforward, but not easy per say. The chopper would take them as close to the enemy base as possible without being detected, then they’d have to go the rest of the way on foot. He looked over to Quiet, who was cleaning the barrel of Wicked Butterfly, one of her rifles. He knew little about her, though part of his training had been learning sign to read and speak sign language; mostly due to the fact that this was the only way Quiet could speak. Her lungs had been burned, and while she could still understand human speech of course, she herself had to talk through sign language.
“You’re the new guy right?” Quiet asked him through the body language, putting Wicked Butterfly down on the floor of the chopper she offered him a hand up after.
With a slight, nervous smile, Jason accepted the hand and stepped up. “Yes I am.” He nodded, letting go of her hand once he was in the chopper. He then took a seat across from Quiet and let his M4 rest on his lap with the barrel pointed down.
Quiet picked her rifle up off the floor and also let it sit on her lap with the barrel pointed down to free her hands up, then signed to him again. “We’ll take this one nice and slow for you… just try and keep up when shit gets real.” She smiled at him reassuringly, seeing he was clearly nervous.
Jason nodded to her as he read the body language, his smile growing much more relaxed. The helicopter soon took off, taking them Southeast. Jason sat in silence, closing his eyes to try and get some rest while Quiet took out an MRE. After a few minutes of prep, she began to eat the instant meal, finishing fairly quickly. She then wiped her mouth off with a napkin and tossed her trash out of the helicopter.
Nearly an hour passed by before the helicopter began its descent. Jason could feel the g-forces shifting in his gut as they slowly went down and opened his eyes. “... how far of a walk do we have?” He asked Quiet, looking out the window all he could see was what looked like uninterrupted desert in all directions.
“A few miles… hope you have some water too, dehydration is an unforgiving killer out here.” Quiet signed to him, grabbing her rifle.
The chopper began to hover above the sand, and Quiet tossed a rope off the side before grabbing a hold of it and sliding on down. Jason grabbed his M4 and slung it on his back, grabbing on the rope he took a deep breath before sliding on down with her. Once they both were on the ground, Quiet have the pilot a wave and the helicopter flew out. They then began the long trek onward.
“We’re going to arrive around nightfall, perfect time to sneak in and back out with minimal detection.” Quiet signaled as they walk side by side. The sun was absolutely unforgiving, both of them could feel the scorching heat beating down on them relentlessly already.
“Alright… where’s the extraction zone?” Jason asked her curiously, pulling a canteen out. He took a few quick sips to help soothe his already dry throat and chapped lips, then put the water container away.
“They’ll pick us up anywhere once we’re far enough from the post.” Quiet signed in reply, putting some chapstick on.
Jason just nodded, using his left hand to shade his eyes from the brutal, inescapable sun. He was able to then look ahead, going into some cruise control like state.
After another hour and a half of walking, the post came into sight. The sun was starting to dip below the horizon and they were starting to turn spotlights on in preparation for the coming night. Quiet made a quiet clicking noise with her tongue to get Jason’s attention, and signals for him to get down and hold position. He followed her orders and pulled some night vision binoculars out.
“... seems like our best bet in is to tunnel under the fence… it’s electrified though, so we’ll have to be careful.” He whispered to her after getting a look around.
She nodded and pulled two folding shovels from Jason’s gear bag. They go to the darkest spot along the fence line and began digging into the sand. Around midnight, they finished the tunnel and had made it structurally sound enough to not collapse in on them in the event of a rushed exit. Quiet winced a little as she felt the MRE from earlier start to turn deep in her gut, but tried to ignore it and focus on the task at hand.
“Fwhew… Alright, let’s go.” Jason told her after taking a second to catch his breath. He popped his head up out of the hole to make sure the coast was clear, then climbed all the way up. Quiet was right behind and soon the two were crouch walking together to the main building. There were two guards at the front door, though they were able to silently take them out with knives and gain access.
After entering in the building, they decided the safest way to travel around would be through the ventilation ducts. Quiet gave Jason a boost up and once he was in he helped pull her up with him. Quiet pointed down the vent shaft her way, and they began crawling down. Quiet was in the lead with Jason in back. As they crawl along, the churning in Quiet’s gut grew more aggressive. While she tried her best to ignore it, it just got worse and worse until it grew painful to hold back.
Jason was totally oblivious to this, focusing on trying to keep his movements as silent as possible in the metal shaft. Quiet finally gave in to the mounting pressure, biting her lip a silent fart leaked out her ass. The dense, heavy smell quickly filled the space with the scent of shit and heavily digested meat from the MRE. Jason, being right behind her, got a faceful of it. Totally caught off guard, he felt his eyes water up and he had to put both hands over his mouth to keep from vomiting. The relentless stink has filled the space around him already, making it impossible to breath without getting punished for it. He looked around for the source of it, not suspecting the fat rump right in front of him. Instead, he figured they had somehow set off some kind of trap that had been placed in the vent unit.
Quiet meanwhile grabbed her ass quickly, biting her lower lip even more. She needed a toilet desperately, or things we’re going to get very messy very quickly. More shitty flatulence leaked out of her as she quickly looked around for a way out.
Jason followed close, only starting to suspect her as the source of the smell after he noticed it followed them around. A few minutes later, Quiet lucked out and found a spot they could drop down right into a bathroom. She gently removed the plate that covered the air duct and dropped. She snuck around to make sure it was all clear before locking the door. Seeming to forget that Jason was still in the vent, she immediately went to one of the stalls and plopped down.
At that moment, Jason looked down in confusion from the ceiling and spotted Quiet hurriedly removing her pants and panties. Before she even had time to sit back down, shit began to splatter out her thicc backside; some of it even getting on the toilet seat. She reached back and grabbed her cheeks desperately, her sweaty stink hole pulsing.
Jason immediately started to blush, but felt a sense of arousal as well and could feel himself grow hard from what he was witnessing. It was a fetish that he had thought he’d buried in his head a long time ago, but the scene seemed to have switched it back on and he wasn’t sure what to do. His trouser tent continued to grow, now a throbbing mass in his pants.
Quiet still had both hands on her enormous backside, her cheeks jiggling in her palms as she dished waste out at a rate that seemed should’ve been impossible. Her dump consisted of a mix of rock hard log chunks, and liquid fecal matter that was closer to resembling a thick soup than shit. The intensity of the smell grew very quickly, and soon Jason swore he could taste it when he tried to breathe through his mouth.
Subconsciously, he put his right hand into his pants and started to stroke his shaft. A nasty gruggle came from below as a more violent shart came from the poor sniper, which got him even more excited and made him stroke faster. His dick twitched a bit as he was totally rock hard, and he wrapped his hand totally around it and began to yank it around. His breathing picked up significantly, and as a result he inhaled more of the foul fog like cloud of gas. This just got him off even more, and he soon reached in with his other hand and jerked himself with both of his hands. He felt a little bad that he was masturbating to something that surely was painful for Quiet, but he was overcome in the moment by lust and arousal. He had to bite his tongue to keep himself from groaning out hornily as he felt himself near an orgasm, slowly letting out a heavy sigh instead.
Quiet was totally oblivious to his peeping, in too much discomfort to pay any attention to the heavy breathing above her. She would barely be able to hear him even if she tried, her shit getting a bit more solid the resulting logs made crackling noises as they were pushed out. Farts were also forced out as she strained to get all the shit out, making her anus ripple a bit as she went. Her asshole had gotten a bit red from the beating it was taking in the form of solid waste passing through at high speeds, little beads of sweat trapped in the small crevices of the orifice. She also had some sweat developing on her forehead, and she reached up to wipe it. After nearly twenty minutes of blowing her ass out, she finally began to feel empty. A few softer turds lazily dropped from her still irritated but much more relaxed stink hole and she let out a very small sigh of relief. Even after she had finished, her crap coated anus still pulsed a bit; and after taking a few minutes to catch her breath she broke a few squares of toilet paper off the roll. She took special care to clean her shithole gently, though it still stung a bit to wipe.
Jason was still looking down at her from the vent, and in a panic figured that he only had a minute before she came back up. He pumped his dick vigorously, finally busting a few seconds later. He once again had to bite his tongue to avoid moaning out in pleasure as he hit his peak. Looking down, he felt the sticky load in his boxers. Jason quickly took a small knife and carefully reached down. He cut the fabric of his underwear and then tore the garments completely off so he didn’t have to dress down to remove them. Finally, he looked down again to make sure Quiet was still busy before reaching back and stuffing them in his backpack.
Quiet flushed several times, her mess finally getting totally washed away on the fourth. She quickly washed her hands afterwards and dried them. Jason then helped her up into the vent again. Quiet was clearly embarrassed by what had happened and she looked to him.
“I’m sorry about that, I don’t know what happened.” She told him in sign language, her face closely resembling a tomato in color it was so red.
“N-no worries at all, let’s just do what we came to do and get the hell out of hear.” Jason replied quickly, wanting to get off the subject right away to avoid any chance of him getting caught.
Quiet smiled a little, taking it more as he understood her discomfort and didn’t mind rather than him trying to dance around the fact he just beat his dick to her taking a huge shit.
They began to once again make their way through the vents, finally making it to the database. Jason got some rappelling gear out of his bag and set it up, then had Quiet hook in. He held the rope through a pulley and slowly lowered her down on the rope. After a few minutes, she reached the bottom. Quiet yanked on the rope to signal she had reached the bottom before retrieving the blueprints they had come for. Jason kept her covered closely from above, silently dropping multiple tangos with his M4.
Quiet hooked herself back in and tugged the rope again. Jason pulled her back up, and after taking the rappelling gear apart they were all set to go. He was quite tired of the claustrophobic space that had confined him for the last two hours, and was excited to get out.
They made it down from the vents and back out the building half an hour later, hastily returning to the hole they had dug to get under the fence so they could book it on out. Once they were well out of sight, Quiet made the call to get picked up.
The chopper soon came and hovered over them, dropping ropes down that the two climbed up in excitement. Once he was in safely, Jason looked out the side of the helicopter and down that the ground. He began to laugh a bit as adrenaline surged through his veins. They had done it. Quiet looked over at him with a wide smile.
“You did good newbie.” She told him in sign language, patting his back after.
“Thanks… now, let’s get home. I need a shower, a hot meal, and a good sleep.” He replied, laying back in his seat. Closing his eyes, he peacefully drifted off with a grin on his face.