Sergeant

"Search this room, head to toe. I wantcha finding buried treasure! You hear me?!" commanded the sergeant in charge of security. "Nobody but our general and her company should be in here, so if it isn't brown, kill it! Every last worm!"

"Yes, sir!" clamored the sergeant's underlings as they began to ransack the general's chambers.

Grountin, still in the room, muttered to himself, "I thought I had never seen those brown boxers. They take these colors seriously."

He was under the bed at the time, the soldiers still having yet to advance there. Grountin noticed his father's clothes on the ground, next to the canopy drapes hanging off the bed. He sent a spark into a coin he was carrying in his pocket, thankful that nobody felt safe searching him, and threw it against the wall opposite of the clothes in the corner closest to the door.

Every troop member began panicking, recognizing the energy signature and believing that they were under attack; their sergeant hollering, "Regroup and prepare to fire!"

Somebody shot the coin, to Grountin's chagrin, before everybody but the man under the bed was back in the hallway, aiming their firearms wherever they were meticulously inspecting in the room. Nobody realized that the clothes to the right side of the bed were missing.

After a minute of frightful investigation, the sergeant requested, "Those of you brave enough to save your town from that menace, in with me! Turn this room upside-down!"

Seven soldiers entered the room with the intimidating superior officer.

"Left corner, clear, sir!" said one member after feeling the walls, carpet, and ceiling; despite said corner being empty other than a once electrified nickel lying on the ground.

"Right open closet, clear, sir!" said another, having reappeared from the closet opening.

"Left window, clear, sir!"

"Back right dresser, clear, sir!"

"Back middle bed, clear, sir!"

"Soldier!" the sergeant belted. "Our protocol is to say 'center', not 'middle'! Reread your training manual when we return!"

"Yes, sir!"

After a thorough investigation, all they could find were their general's brown outfit and the red-and-green garb of the man they presume was her guest; a few military stripes and medals alongside them. The sergeant and his eight soldiers left the room dejectedly, having failed to properly secure the premises as far as they knew.

"Hallway units, split up! One half left, one half right!" yelled their superior officer. "My room crew, you're with me. We're heading outside!"

"Yes, sir!" everybody else present shouted in tandem.

Once outside, their sarge gave further orders: "There's eight of you. Two to a corner! I'm going to the roof. You two, north! You both go south!"

As he continued, Grountin heard him and was now well aware that soldiers had just been ordered to go stand watch over the corner of the building that he was approaching. When he got there, he looked over towards a soldier who had recently appeared next to him.

"Man, I'm a'ight with our general," casually spoke the soldier, "but I hate that we hafta listen to her 'daddy', y'know? He's an idiot! We wouldn't have this problem if he ain't wanna capture his piece o' shit son alive justa get his wife! Fuckin' nepotism! Right?"

The soldier looked at Grountin, awaiting a response. Grountin, dressed in his father's brown uniform with tear marks where ranking officers would clearly have decor, at first glanced around the area, pretending to be searching thoroughly.

When he finally turned his head in the direction of the soldier; just to keep appearances; and met his gaze, he sheepishly stated, "I know whatcha mean. I hate them, too. That blue piece of crap."

"Right!" the soldier exclaimed happily. "If 'daddy' didn't waste so much time tryna be diplomatic, we woulda had more time for target practice and then," the soldier pointed his rifle into the distance, pretending to snipe an invisible target; then finished his complaint, "I woulda shot that menace square in the balls fo' sho'! Bwahaha!" Grountin shuddered as his brown-clad would-be assassin openly fantasized, "Our leader's kinda a hot piece o' ass though, right? Stretched pussy or not, I envy the dude whose clothes we found! Bwaha!"

"Ew!" Grountin accidentally blurted as the man looked at him with a puzzled expression. "I mean, you... are right! Haha! I'd totally tear that up."

Grountin regurgitated a little bit as his ostensible fellow soldier claimed, "That makes us the only ones in town with big enough dicks, huh? Bwahaha! Her good-for-nothing 'daddy' can make a decent 'baby girl', but what's the point if he won't even let anybody else holla atta? I swear, something's weird between those two..."

Grountin, slightly finding recomposure, gradually, yet inconspicuously, inched his way over to the rambling officer, tapping his neck once close enough to do so.

"Dude! What th-" the real soldier shouted as the fake one grabbed his rifle for a split second prior to it forever being dismantled molecularly.

Grountin smiled deviously, his finger over the other man's lips, as he whispered, "If you want to live, you might want to quiet down now." The man nodded slowly as Grountin spoke covertly, "You're gonna help me with an experiment. And I know your fears, by the way, so don't cross me. There are things worse than mere disintegration."

A gunshot was fired. Every officer in the vicinity ran to the south corner to offer assistance.

"What happened here?!" the sergeant on the roof demanded to know, fearing an accidental discharge.

"H-he made me do it, s-s-sir!" stammered his subordinate, scared for his dignity.

Grountin smirked at the man on the roof, no longer fearing the fact that said man's firearm was pointed at him.

"I will shoot you where you stand if you don't tell me where my general is, Grountin!" shouted his former teacher; now a high ranking officer in the army opposing him.

"No, sir! Wait!" yelled Grountin's former classmate with whom he was very distant; now the soldier that almost physically emasculated Grountin.

Grountin, wearing the brown clothes from his father's wardrobe which were now glowing with a blue tint, spoke calmly, "By all means, sir, fire away."

The officer on the roof unloaded every bullet he had on his person at Grountin, who stood there with a hand on his hat and another on his shirt and pants. Once the officer had finished, he peered down to witness the presumable stain he had left on the pavement; only to be surprised at a still standing former student raising his cap to stare him in the eyes, unharmed.

The sergeant gasped, trying to grasp the situation, then asked in bewilderment, "H-how is this possible?! You should be dead!"

"Ahhahahaa!" Grountin snickered. "It's your general and our dad who should be dead. Trust me, they're not in a better place. And for that matter..." Grountin flipped a coin as hard as he could with his thumb toward his elevated opponent, saying, "Heads or tails?"

The sergeant caught it, stating furiously, "I am no-"

"Nooo! Sir!" cried the sergeant's other former student and now former soldier since the sergeant had just been zapped into oblivion from the coin he had touched.

Grountin faced the man he had warned, scowling as he uttered, "I said not to cross me. Just because I have no reason to fear you; and I kinda remember that funny story you told in language class that got you in trouble instead of me for once, haha; you get to live. However, all these warnings you've been giving... I'm gonna use you for that. Go around and tell every person in town that I'm immune to bullets."

"Y-yes, sir!" saluted the soldier, now having defected in fear.

Grountin giggled, booming to the newly turned brown-covered ally during his stride, "Before you go, you do deserve punishment for your treachery, don't you?"

Grountin beamed with pride, having realized that the town had effectively been conquered once he had learned to deal with his biggest weakness: projectile weaponry. His newest acolyte, completely nude with his much smaller-than-average penis dangling in the wind, ran self-conciously with his hands to the side; keeping them slightly in front of his legs to reduce the odds that people would notice its lack of normal properties. Grountin's order to humiliate him as punishment was to leave it able to be seen; after all, in Grountin's opinion, it's healthy to deal with your weaknesses; but what angle was not specified, so he did the best he could to cover his shame.

"Bragging about three inches as the biggest in town? Women prefer more honesty than that, you know. Now spread the news like that," the naked man recalled Grountin commanding him after having his clothes disintegrated before he could leave.

"At least I'm still alive," the man muttered to himself as he approached his former, yet soon-to-be comrades. He bellowed, "He's immune to bullets! Prolly explosions, too!" His shoulders, like everybody else's, sank as he mumbled audibly, "He's pretty much invincible like we feared."

One of the more stubborn souls among them suggested, "Let's try gassing him!"

"From where?!" frustratedly cried the exposed man. "Where would we get gas?" The few persistent soldiers left initially saw the shoulders droop as Grountin's unclothed messenger relayed to them, "He's won. He demands that we leave or serve."

Grountin's utopia of a hometown, at least according to him, had every woman other than his mother wearing stripper outfits that could be torn off at a moment's notice; every man was clad in blue, matching the same cerulean tone that Grountin's abilities possessed, about half of them with a rifle in hand or with a strap around the neck holding one; and a significant portion of them were in a decent-length line, awaiting both orders and a blue spark as reward for their obedience; the rest either serving him by manual labor, supervising said labor, or relaxing in preparation of going into labor approximately nine months later; and Annie slobbering on the red-cloaked king's cock poking out of a hole in the fabric while instructions were being administered by his mother to everybody lined in front of his open tent; this is what Upwina witnessed personally from a short distance outside the town limits alongside a man.