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Tales of the Europan War	By : JPR Category: +S through Z > Valkyria Chronicles Views: 19809 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This a non-profit erotic fan parody, I do not own Valkyria Chronicles. All rights to Valkyria Chronicles are owned by SEGA and its corresponding subsidiaries.

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Author's Note: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/64676-tales-of-the-europan-war-reviews-questions-suggestions-etc/
For the record I do not condone nonconsensual sexual practices, I'm just familiar with the human mind when situational ethics come into play. In this chapter of Valkyria Chronicles a distressed Welkin is shown rushing toward the Gunther Estate, but he's just a little late. In order to include some sort of sexual act within this chapter I have decided to make Welkin just a little more than a little late when Imperial troops enter the Gunther residence while Martha and Isara are alone.
I've thought quite a bit about this one. In fact, I debated putting any sexual scene in this chapter at all and just focusing on the bloody awe that war is known for. My main arguments against an erotic scene were Martha is pregnant, and Isara is a Darcsen. Why would any young capable Imperial man want to fuck a pregnant woman and a Darcsen? (Not trying to sound racist) My arguments for the erotic scene were; This is an erotic fan fiction, Some peeps have a pregnancy fetish, and who knows, maybe an Imperial has fantasies of controlling a Darcsen "Pig" as they refer to them. (Hints of beastiality?) So in the end, I decided to kind of include one. Enough to get the blood pumping without any actual climax.
The time it took to start writing this chapter from the last one where Alicia and Welkin almost performed the deed was a couple of months, so I can't say whether or not I may have forgetten some material and will start those plot holes I mentioned. I hope not though, I will try to skim over the chapters I have written so that things like that won't happen. I want to see this project through along with another one I'm working on and also maintain my work and a personal life as well as I can. We are all busy people, so I'm sure you understand.
Not sure what else to say, so without further ado I present "Esacpe from Bruhl."
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March 15, 1935 - 1440 Hours, Gunther Residence
Martha and Isara saw them running up into the property from the window of the loft and there was no doubt they were a couple of stragglers looking more for the riches of war than the glory of it. It was evident based on the sounds of action coming from the city that they were likely not where they were supposed to be in this skirmish for Bruhl, but the danger was still great nonetheless.
"Martha! We need to hide!" Martha gave Isara a firm nod of assurance. She was ready for what was too come.
The two occupants of the Gunther residense made their way to the first floor of the house and towards the kitchen, but Martha's lack of speed was slowing them both down. Unwilling to go on ahead without Martha, Isara matched her pace and even took time to help her down the stairs. They had just gotten to the doorway leading to the kitchen when the Imperial infantrymen crashed through the front door and saw the women entering the kitchen.
"Freeze!" It was too late to hide, but Isara didn't comply to the orders of the soldiers and slammed the kitchen door behind the two of them and locked it. The plan was to hide until Welkin had returned, but it failed. Now the two women were trapped in the kitchen with no way out except the windows. Isara thought it worth a shot and grabbed a knife to start breaking through the glass when a gunshot echoed through the household. The Imperials had shot through the lock of the door and proceeded to kicking down what was left of it.
"I SAID FREEZE!" The first Imperial stormed in like a tempest and with the butt of his rifle slammed it across the head of Martha knocking her vulnerable frame onto the hardwood floor. He had a faniciful moustache that curled with the rage shown on his face and a second one walked in a more calm fashion wearing a helmet.
"What's her problem? Is she pregnant or just fat?"
Not standing to have her caregiver insulted, Isara rushed the one with the helmet knife in hand. It was a vain attempt by Isara since the helmeted Imperial had more experience and strength than the slender Darcsen and he twisted her maleable stance to his bidding, turning her around and bending her over the table before stabbing through her dress and into the wood table with the kitchen knife. Isara struggled against the entrapment, but only after the Imperial let her go did she manage to pull away and ripped the entire left side of her dress leaving most of her legs and left stomach exposed.
"We have a lively couple here. Gallians; always pretending to act bolder than they really are." The helmeted one kicked the wood table out of the way and chuckled under his armor. It was intimidating to Isara the way his voice echoed from the metal.
"I'd say. See what she's wearing? Take a good look at that shawl. She's a Darcsen." The moustached Imperial pointed at Isara who was backing up after they mentioned her Darcsen heritage, there was no saying how they would proceed now that they realized.
"I thought something stunk," The helmeted Imperial started to back Isara into a corner as he approached her, "Now I know it does."
He pulled a long bayonet from a scabbard that was strapped to the back of his belt and grabbed a struggling Isara and forced her against the wall. His bayonet was set on her neck and when he applied pressure on the blade to her neck the resistance she was maintaining gradually slowed to a stop. The Imperial let out a bunch of air from his nose as if trying to rid his nostrils of a foul stench which audibly echoed from his helmet.
"Pee-eww. It's a regular pig farm in here." When the Imperial began to reach under Isara's torn dress she began to panic and started resisting his advances desipte the pain at ther neck.
"I'll take the fat one then." The moustached Imperial knocked down Martha, who was trying to get back on her feet, with a swift kick to her arm causing her to lose her balance and fall. She gasped a breathful of tears while the Imperial made haste in pulling out a flaccid cock and flipped the pregnant woman to lie on her back forcing her legs up and positioning his rapidly growing member just outside her asshole after ripping away her panties.
"See what the actions of a Darcsen cause?" The helmeted Imperial still held tight to the tearful Isara as she watched the Moustached Imperial force his dick into Martha's rear. "If you had been a good pig and froze like we told you, all we would've done was grab a few valuables for souvenirs." While the Imperial whispered through his helmet into Isara's ear he too found pleasure in playing with the nether regions of a girl he just happened to stumble upon. He did his best to ignore the fact that this girl was Darcsen and was sure that he would gut her like the pig she was and claim her as a prize back home for the Darcsen hunt stories that everyone loved to tell.
"Aagh!!" Martha began to scream from the intense pain of anal intercourse without the aid of oils being forced upon her. This only caused to the Moustached Imperial to rekindle his effort into raping the middle-aged woman while sounds of gunfire and artillery echoed in the distance.
"Don't be so dramatic fatass, you're pretty good."
"STOP!-" Isara shouted trying in vain to break the grasp of her own captor upon realizing the scream was not from the rape, but from Martha beginning to enter labor.
"SSHshsh!" The helmeted Imperial blocked the words escaping Isara with his hand, "Quiet! We don't want to disturb them. Besides, the fun is just starting." He forced Isara down to her hands and knees and she began screaming too when she felt the erection of her captor begin to penetrate her pussy slowly. She looked away from Martha in shame and her eyes happened fall on a rifle that was kept between a cabinet and funiture.
"Yes! Like that! Scream, while I fuck you like the Darcsen bitch you are!"
Just before the Helmeted Imperial was about to break the hymen of Isara, a loud crash shook the room and Welkin stabbed the face of the Moustached Imperial with a large wooden stake. Pulling out quikly the Helmeted one grabbed his rifle and started to take aim at the intruder not noticing Isara rushing to the firearm she found during her time of turmoil, and a gunshot echoed with the majesty of thunder inside the kitchen.
"I will thank you to watch your tongue in this house." The Imperial fell to the floor and writhed in pain trying to stop himself from bleeding out through the heart that Isara's bullet pierced.
"Darcsen Pig!" Isara approached her ex-captor, picked up the bayonet he dropped and mounted him on his chest before slitting his throat.
"Isara!" Welkin rushed the side of his sister and embraced her as tightly as he could, thankful she was alive and for her saving his life. A few seconds passed before Isara realized she was in the arms of her brother and the rage subsided and turned into tears.
"W-Welkin!" She sobbed into his shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Isara began to panic, "But Martha! I think shes's..."Welkin helped his sister up and they both rushed over to Martha.
"Martha!" Isara held Martha as well as she could, but could only do so much after Martha had just went through and knowing it wasn't over yet.
"This isn't good. She's gone into labor." Isara turned to Welkin whom since she first moved to the Welkin house had been her support. "Moving her would be dangerous."
"Right...well...we can't just leave her here." Welking thought hard to himself, it was usually times like these where a clever idea would appear in his head, but the only real solution was finding a car or wheelchair. Neither of them being close. "What'll we do? There's a lot of Imperials out there, Is. It's only a matter of time before they take over Mill Plaza."
"Welks, the barn out back..." The trauma hadn't subsided for Isara, but the need to do something was great and thoughts began to form in Isara's head.
"What about it?"
"Our fathers have left us something, something that might get us out of this mess." With her dress still in tathers and no panties to cover what was showing, Isara lead Welkin to the barn out back.
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1500 Hours, Bruhl
"Stay with me, STAY with ME DAMMIT!" Back in Bruhl Alicia was with many other Townwatchmen manning the final line of defense in an effort to buy time for the civilians trying to get as far away as possible. Her uniform was bloodied and she was applying pressure to a wound that one of her comrades had taken to the thigh from a stray bullet. Radio chatter was coming from the receiver about other positions in the town collapsing to the overwhelming numbers of Imperials advancing on Bruhl.
"Ma'am! I'll take care of this! Lead the men!" Another of her comrades came up to her and offered to take care of the dying man that was bleeding profusely from his leg. Grabbing her rifle and taking a quick look around she saw a watchmen hiding behind cover and crying, blocking his ears in vain from all the sounds and the buzzing of bullets flying overhead. Another was looking for his foot and the couple of snipers she assigned to the tower were screaming from the flames that were traveling up burning them alive.
To make matters worse a blast from a tank cannon raged down the road and hit the main gate with the force of a hurricane. Burning wood fragments flew in all directions, many of the men taking cover too late got some of the pieces stuck in their skin and clothing.
"Shit! Things won't last long at this rate." Alicia ran across the street under heavy machine gun fire without fear to inform her men of a new strategy.
"Melchiott?" One of the men was surprised to see her make it across safely and nestle behind the sandbag cover onto his lap.
"There's a tank making it's way up the street. All the grenades are on this side and you guys have cover all the way up to that rubble. Take the grenades hide in the rubble and slip them into the track of the tank and slow it down!"
"Yes, Ma'am!" A number of men started strapping grenades to their belts and crawled up along the sandbag cover advancing towards the rubble she mentioned. Looking over the cover Alicia saw more Imperials beginning an advance on the emplacement across the street and watched the guard tower fall over some unsuspecting comrades.
She ran across the street performing her little miracle again of getting across unscathed and hurled her nimble body over the cover that was in place.
"Situational Report!?"
"Miss Melchiott! A squad of Imps are making their way through the alley in the east using buildings and grass as cover. The collapsing of the tower has made an opening into the cover emplacements!" Another explosion echoed and the cry of animalistic screaming could be heard the very next instant. Alicia peeked over the cover to see that a motar blast form the tank had taken out the men she sent to take care of it with grenades and it continued its advance up the street. Peeking out a little too far a sniper bullet grazed the top of her shoulder and she shot herself back down. The man she was just talking to rushed to her aid.
"Are you okay!"
"If only we had a tank..." Alicia grimaced her words just before the man helping her fix the wound was hit by that same sniper through his head.
"Fuck!" Alicia ripped a sleeve of of her uniform and used it tie a makeshift bandage over her injury not too worried about it or how long it'll take to heal. That's when she heard another loud cannon blast scream through the wind and land another shot at the Main Gate. It was half destroyed now.
She started to crawl towards the east when another cannon blast went off, only this one sounded bigger and it didn't land on the Main Gate like the last one.
"What is it now!" Alicia dared to look over the cover once again only to see frightened Imperial soldiers turning around and shooting at something else behind them. She also saw the Imperial light tank in shreds.
She wasn't the only one in awe by this strange event. All the other watchmen were frozen with curiosity not even firing a single bullet. Alicia ran around as fast as she could slapping them hard on the back while shouting.
"What are you doing! FIRE! They're vulnerable." However not even Alicia knew why they were vulnerable.
"T-Tank!" Alicia heard one of the watchmen shout and point down the road, "It's a Gallian tank!"
"Impossible-" Alicia was sure that her eyes deceived her when a tank bearing Gallia's colors strolled down the street blasting fleeing Imperials with cannon and machine gun fire.
"The Imps are on the run!. Charge!" A random watchman gave the order and at least half followed it but not going any further than the tank that bore friendly colors and escorted it back to the gate.
The tank stopped near the Main Gate on the street and the hatch opened up to reveal the next great Gunther.
"Welkin!?" Alicia was astounded, "Where did you get a tank?" The men were cheering and climbing the tank to give Welkin handshakes and high fives, patting him on the back thanking Welkin for saving their lives.
"It doesn't matter." he was surprisingly serious, " The Imperials are on the run we've bought time at least. Let's get the hell out of here!" Another loud cheer of agreement came from the remaining watchmen and Welkin closed the hatch leading what remained of watchmen and civilians safely out of Bruhl.
"...Now you're my hero, Welkin..." Alicia stared blankly before making her way with the rest of her comrades.
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1800 hours, Somewhere Outside Bruhl
It was a different feeling than Alicia had expected. She stood atop a hill overlooking Bruhl from a far distance and watched the smoke of the battle bleed into the sunset. She had no tears in her eyes nor emotion on her face, it was just the pain of her heart that reminded her she was alive as she pondered what was the longest couple hours of her life. Her right hand was shaking and she grabbed it with her left in order to stop the side effect of this bloody affair. The world calls it war.
"Alicia?" Welkin approached her after giving her some of the alone time he felt she needed. Surprising to Welkin she was actually ready to talk after such a short period of time.
"I thought I would be ready for this. I knew war meant this might happen." She couldn't look Welkin in the eye, she was positive she couldn't look at herself when her uniforned was stained wtih blood and the inhuman look that probably still lingered in her eyes.
"It hurts, seeing Bruhl overrun like this..." Now tears began to form, "Seeing all those people killed, their lives taken unjustly. It's not right! How could all this happen?" She was crying now. "It isn't human Welkin!"
Welkin embraced Alicia. He began to recall a lot of lessons that his dad had taught him in the past. He was once asking the samething she was a long time ago to his father when he was crying about why his mom had died.
"We look at those birds and see how wild and free they are, but they all have their own territories. If anything threatens their home, they'll rick their lives to defend it. People are animals too. We do what we have to when we have to." Welkin grabbed Alicia's chin and pulled it towards him and looked deeply into her eyes. "Animals are in a constant stuggle to stay alive, but I've also seen help each other, like they were cooperating to stay alive."
"Cooperating?" Alicia sank deeper into Welkin's hopeful gaze as it annoited her emotions.
"That coexistance. I want to know how it works, so did my dad. If we could figure that out, mankind could put it to use for our own survival. And know one would have to die." Now it was Welkin's turn to look at the distant horizon. " That's why I want to be a teacher, so that I can pass that knowledge on to the children. Even if we can't completely eliminate war, at least we might learn to live together as one people."
"That...that would be nice." Alicia and Welkin looked at each other in a cose embrace.
"I know." As quickly as they approached one another they separated when a thrid voice was heard approaching.
"Welks, look." Isara was coming with a newborn child in her hands.
"Martha fell asleep, so that makes me babysitter. See, Alicia?"
"I still can't believe she gave birth in dad's tank." Isara and Welking shot each other a smile and Alicia walked beside Isara.
"He's beautiful." her eyes saw happiness.
Welkin grabbed the baby and held him close to his chest. Listening to the angels chorus of life from the baby's very heart.
"Even in war, new life is born." Welkin walked towards the view of Bruhl burning in the distance. "Someday soon we;ll come home again," he was whispering to the baby, "I know it."
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'TWO HOURS AFTER THE FIRST SHOTS WERE FIRED, BRUHL WAS UNDER IMPERIAL CONTROL. THOUGH A MERE SKIRMISH BY EMPIRE STANDARDS THE RAID ON BRUHL WOULD MARK WELKIN GUNTHER'S FIRST TASTE OF BATTLE, AND BEGIN HIS RISE TO A GALLIAN HERO.'
-Irene Koller
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Author's Note: So, what'd you think? I wrote this one with a lot less time than the other's, so either I'm getting better or worse. The next chapter will include a pretty long and detailed author's note as well as a considerable length in story telling unlike the three chapters I've done so far. If I had to make an estimate of how long it'll be before I start writing; probably the length of all three of these chapters so far combined. So I'll be thinking about whether or not to split it into multiple parts since I plan for the erotic level of story telling to get a bit of a boost without overshadowing the battle sequences so much.
I'm not sure how the erotic scene turned out for this chapter, so some feedback will be kool. Too intense? Just right? Not enough? I'd like to get a general consensous just to see how extreme I can make things later on. maybe even a few ideas on the couples department. Well, don't think I have too much more to say. So I'll drop it here without bothering to proofread. I gots work to do!!!

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