SGT Stewart Peter Bate knew those dresses weren't right. The proportions didn't fit. The dresses were too big—like the women wearing them were standing on cut-off stilts, or really tall platform boots.
Or weren't human.
Bate tried to tell Cox, the leader of their explo squad, but he wouldn't have it.
"We don't know for certain. They could be innocent humans transported here through a displacement effect. We can't go in guns blazing."
'Guns Blazing.' Goddamned civvies. Bate thought ea

SGT Stewart Peter Bate was running with the others when one of the nuru nuru girls took him down. They hadn't been that threatening when Bate and the others had first come through this way, but the men had had guns then and were still functioning as a well-drilled unit.
Now...
They were fleeing in panic. Bate didn't have his gun. He'd dropped it and left it behind, just like the others. What was the point of having a gun? They were no use against that... thing. All they could do was run.
R

They dropped SPC Stewart Peter Bate into the pit with Brown, Gomez and Schultz.
They were demons. Not aliens, not exotic fauna, not HSIOs, not hindigs... demons. Those idiot scientists hadn't opened a gate to a parallel dimension, they'd opened a gate to goddamned hell. Bate was convinced of it. Just look at them. The women had red skin, horns, tails, and black bat wings. The men, if they could be called that, were muscular brutes with the heads of horned goats or worse.
Despite them looki

At first PFC Stewart Peter Bate was grateful he'd landed in something soft to break his fall. Then he realized what he'd landed in...
Bate had been part of an explo patrol trying to determine the full extent of Lake Latex—that strange, apparently natural formation not far from FOB Rigg. It looked like a lake of molten black rubber, but was not a body of water. Whatever the lake was composed of, and it did feel remarkably similar to rubber, it was solid enough to walk upon.
Or rather, ha

PFC Stewart Peter Bate wasn't really sure what attracted him to the woman in the green dress standing amongst the tall reeds on the edge of the pond. Her head was turned away from him. She looked wistful as she stared out over the still water.
Was she pining over a love left behind? Or maybe admiring the natural beauty of the trees and rushes on the other side of the pool? It was a picturesque spot. If it wasn't for the sky—all purple and red roiling clouds—you could be forgiven

PFC Stewart Peter Bate had expected to see strange sights in an alien dimension, but nothing like this. What he sa

w—a naked blonde girl with lovely big round tits lounging in a pool—was not that unusual in itself. If this had been a sunken Jacuzzi in one of the

more

decadent areas of Vegas or LA, Bate wouldn't have been surprised. But here, in an underground cavern on an alien pla

Initially PFC Stewart Peter Bate thought he'd
stepped in some gum. It was tacky like gum and stuck to the sole of
his boot like gum. Where it differed from gum was in both its
stickiness and strength. The gum stretched as Bate lifted his boot,
but reached a point where it refused to snap or relinquish its hold
on either the floor or his boot.
The
fuck? Bate thought as he was brought to a sudden, unexpected halt.
His
annoyance gave way to horror as he put his foot back down and a pink
mass swe

"Anyone
care to make fucking sense of this?" SGT O'Bannon asked.
He
said anyone, but Embedded Biologist Stewart Peter Bate knew he was
looking at him for answers and no, Embedded Biologist Stewart Peter
Bate did not have the slightest clue what this fucking was.
The
xplo party was underground, mapping the extensive cave system that
had been discovered close to Camp Jacob. They'd heard it got weird
once you got deep.
This
was... weird.
Bate
looked out over a vast underground cavern. T

PFC
Stewart Peter Bate would have given the giant flytrap leaves a wide
berth had he not heard noises coming from between them.
"Hello?
Is there someone in there?"
What
were those sounds? Bate heard soft moans and sighs. They were more
like sounds of sexual activity than moans of pain. It reminded him
of a hotel room he'd stopped in once, where he'd heard muffled sounds
coming through the wall and had wondered if the sounds were coming
from the next room's TV or its occupants. And

CPL Stewart Peter Bate didn't know how the women with snakes for arms
had entered their camp.
Obviously they
wouldn't have let them in had they known they had snakes for arms—and
snake tails for their lower halves.
They let them in
because the sultry desert maidens said they would dance for them and
they were bored and horny enough to want to see some exotic dancing
by sultry desert maidens.
No, that couldn't be
right either.
There shouldn't be
any desert maidens out here at all, sultry or oth

PFC Stewart Peter Bate had a friend back home who
had a spitting fetish. He was otherwise normal in all other
regards—a perfectly upstanding fine citizen... that happened to get
off by watching videos of sexy women spitting into men's faces.
Everyone
has their own hidden kinks.
Bate
watched the hindig's frilled throat puff up, her head coil back and
then whip forward as she launched a greenish-white glob into the air.
As time slowed down and he watched the sticky glob arc through the
air and

The girl was fused with the plant. PFC Stewart
Peter Bate had seen a few weird sights since he'd been posted to
H-space. This might be the weirdest. It was certainly the
creepiest.
The
plant was shaped like a big vase, maybe five and a half feet in
height. Bate had found it while wandering off one of the main
pathways cut through the jungle. He wasn't even sure how he'd ended
up here to be honest. He'd wandered off the main path on a whim and
then blundered into this clearing and found a s

PVT Stewart Peter Bate was surprised and a little
happy when he found the unconscious naked girl on a bed. He knew she
was unconscious rather than sleeping because she hadn't stirred when
Bate had put a hand on one of her big boobs and given it a squeeze.
Not
fake, he noted approvingly.
He
wondered what she—and the bed—were doing here.
The
bed was possibly the weirder of the two.
There
were plenty of reasons why she could be here. She could be a medic,
auxiliary, scientist... heck, they we