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In the central hall of the 18th barracks, things were noisy. All five charr belonging to the Rip Warband were there talking among themselves and shrugging the early morning drowsiness off. Riproar sat on the corner, busy using a washcloth to polish his favorite gun, but his ears were attentive. Ripcannon and Ripsaw always liked to chat around and he was happy to just listen from the corner.

"You think Ripaxe will be in one of his moods today again?" Ripcannon asked, elbowing his fellow charr. He was one of the biggest charr of the Warband and therefore the one that often handled the cannons, as per his namesake. Tall, broad chest, strong muscles that a fool would mistake for a Blood Legion maybe despite their proud Iron Legion insignias. They were both polishing their equipment as well, though they weren't exactly focused on it like Riproar himself was.

"You know how the Legionnaire is," Ripsaw said with a grunt. His voice was deeper. Ripsaw was smaller, about the size of Riproar, but while Riproar had a nice singular striped pattern on his fur, Ripsaw was just plain boring brown. "If he IS in his moods, he might punish you just for calling him by name without the title."

Both charr chuckled. Riproar finished up with his gun and moved on to his armor. He remembered that he once did the armor polishing in the privacy of his room so that he wouldn't have to sit out there amidst the others wearing nothing but the small loincloth around his waist, but all the others were the same. Everyone was practically naked there, which seemed very unsavory. The last thing Riproar and, as far as he knew, every true male of his Warband wanted to see was someone's dick flopping out of their loincloth.

Yet still, when he tried to think about why that was, his thoughts felt a little clouded. It lasted but a moment, though, as soon a different distracting thought popped into his mind and he let it go. It was normal, after all. They had been going through the same morning routine for months. The same morning routine that continued as everyone's ears and heads turned towards the door when the Legionnaire appeared at the door right at that moment.

All five charr belonging to the Warband got up right away and lined up by the center of the barracks in proper formation. The morning inspection from Legionnaire Ripaxe was part of the morning duties, and an important one, so all of them fell to formation with their backs straight, heads held high and eyes forward while the Legionnaire slowly approached.

"At least you lot aren't lacking discipline," Legionnaire Ripaxe grunted as he approached. He came from the right side and Riproar was the third in line from that side, so he had some time until his superior got to him. The Legionnaire's fur was well-cared for. He sported a darker shade of brown with black markings over his muscular chest and more black fur going over his head between his horns. All of his fur was plain for all to see because Legionnaire Ripaxe was, after all, completely naked. As in every single day, the first time Riproar's eyes set upon the Legionnaire's free-hanging sheath and balls, an alarming thought of wrongness went through his head, but that too was quickly dissipated by something else. There was nothing wrong with the Legionnaire, of course, and even suggesting that there was would be an easy way to anger him, most likely. He didn't seem to think there was nothing wrong, either, for he walked around as if he didn't even notice he was entirely naked.

The Legionnaire made for an impressive figure all things considered and, as usual, his expression was nothing if not growly. He approached the first charr in the line, Ripsaw, and put his paws behind his back to inspect the charr thoroughly from the tip of his pointy horns all the way to the claws of his foot paws.

The inspected charr did the regular Iron Legion salute by pounding his fist against his chest in respect to the Legionnaire. Ripaxe nodded in approval of it.

"Good form, soldier," Ripaxe said with his deep voice. "Present your gun."

It was common for Iron Legion warbands to have an inspection of their weapons to make sure they were always in prime condition. Such weapons were, after all, the pride of the Iron Legion. For a moment, Riproar glanced back at his gun left on the table far back at the corner of the room. Didn't he need that for the inspection when his turn came? His thoughts got hazy for a moment once more and he realized that he was being silly. He had his gun right there, just as Ripsaw who was currently being inspected did too.

The first charr in line obeyed. With one hand paw still on his chest maintaining the salute, the other went down to his loincloth to pull it aside in order to display his gun for the Legionnaire to inspect. Legionnaire Ripaxe himself hesitated for just a moment as he stared at the soldier's furry sheath and hanging balls. His expression had a split-second shift as if shock was going to hit him, but it quickly turned back to his usual routine frown. Everything was the same as it was every morning after all.

"Good looks," Ripaxe grunted in approval towards the saluting soldier. The Legionnaire's paw came down to grip the soldier's sheath, feeling it with his clawed fingers, then it went down to cup his balls and roll those between his paw as well. "Nice form, too. Not bad, soldier, keeping things in good condition."

Just as he did every day, Legionnaire Ripaxe then crouched down. Getting in an all-fours position, the big charr proceeded with his inspection by pressing his nose right against the saluting charr's balls and taking a big, loud whiff of them. The boss was nothing if not thorough, though, so he pressed his nose further against the fluff of the soldier's balls, supporting them with his snout, and gave it a few more deep sniffs. Riproar could see from his place in line how the Legionnaire still winced at the smell every time he did. Even he could catch whiffs of Ripsaw's exposed musk from where he was, so he could only imagine how it felt from up close like that. The soldier kept staring at the scene. Was there something wrong with that? No... no, certainly not. The Legionnaire did that every day. He knew what would come next too.

All Ripaxe did was let out a grunt of approval. Then, as always, his tongue came out. He gave those balls a thorough initial lap, tasting them and wincing from it again like he always did, but after the first lick, he continued licking them. Lap after lap, the Legionnaire inspected the soldier's balls with his tongue, licking every inch of them before moving slowly starting to move up. By the time the Legionnaire reached Ripsaw's sheath then, as always, the soldier already had his gun completely out for the real inspection.

Legionnaire Ripaxe grunted in approval again. The soldier's cock throbbed right above his snout, fully hard both from the inspection so far and probably from knowing how the last inspection was going to be. They all did, after all, since all of them did that every single day. Legionnaire Ripaxe didn't look too happy about it, but inspections were important, so he moved on.

The charr wasted no time in taking his soldier's cock within his maw. Just the tip at first and Riproar could already see how that tongue swirled around the head of the soldier's cocktip, teasing the feline barbs he had there. Ripsaw stood in his respectful saluting position, but a small groan and a huff could still be heard by all the charr standing in line there. That got him a bit of a glare from the Legionnaire, but he still kept going.

The shooting inspection was always the same. Riproar remembered that the first times Legionnaire Ripaxe did the inspections he was clumsy. It took a long time and Riproar himself remembered how uncomfortable the prick of his boss' teeth was against his own gun when it happened. Now, though? After so many months going through the same inspection every morning, Legionnaire Ripaxe had gotten really good at doing it.

He sank down on Ripsaw's cock still frowning and wincing even as his tongue worked. The charr twisted his muzzle slightly to the side, a move that he probably knew Ripsaw in particular seemed to enjoy because the saluting charr's legs started to tremble. Then, like a pro, Ripaxe sank further and further down. His expression showed the hardship he was going through as he went in to start deepthroating the soldier's cock, taking all of it into his muzzle and throat until his nose was pressing against his underling's pubic fur.

Another soft groan came from Ripsaw when the Legionnaire started bobbing up and down his cock. He worked his tongue and used his muzzle to inspect every inch of the soldier's gun thoroughly. The Legionnaire sure was dedicated! Again and again, he inspected it, caressing it, sucking... the wet sound of his inspection filled the room, but all five members of the Warband stood at attention and just waited.

With all the experience Legionnaire Ripaxe had in doing the inspection, it wasn't long until he got to the last part. They all could see from Ripsaw's faltering stance at the moment when his cock started throbbing. The Legionnaire took all of it within his muzzle again and stood still, going as far as closing his eyes and wincing strongly when that cock obviously started shooting inside his maw. Ripaxe took all of it, though. Riproar could see him gulping it down, wave after wave, as the final test of the soldier's shooting went through. It was only when the charr's cock was throbbing the final remnants of his orgasm that Ripaxe started to recede. Riproar got to see little bits of white being deposited on the Legionnaire's tongue, but he did not let a single drop fall down. When he retreated from the charr's cock, it hung limp between his legs, pulsing, while Ripsaw still held his salute. It was only when the Legionnaire stood back up that he let his loincloth cover his spent cock again.

"Good work on the gun, soldier," the Legionnaire said in compliment. "Firm barrel, strong shots. Keep making the Iron Legion proud."

Ripsaw repeated the salute and nodded towards his Legionnaire, as he was supposed to. Ripaxe, however, simply moved on to the next charr in line. Ripcannon was considerably large than both Ripsaw and Riproar who stood next to him. The large charr saluted as well, pounding his fist on his large chest, and pulled his loincloth aside for the inspection as well. As per usual, Ripcannon's gun was already on display, at least partially.

Repeating the routine inspection, the Legionnaire felt his equipment with his paw for a little while, then got down on his knees in front of the soldier. He shoved his nose against his balls, pressing against it and taking half a whiff... and then the Legionnaire pulled back, growling and turning his muzzle to the side.

"Ripcannon! You didn't wash yourself again?!" The Legionnaire's voice was more growling than talking. Ripcannon's ears shot down, but he held the saluting position with obedience.

"Apologies, sir! Yesterday's job carrying the crates had me exhausted and I didn't-"

"I don't want to hear EXCUSES!" Ripaxe yelled to interrupt him. "When you don't wash, we all gotta sleep with your fucking musk stinking up the place! Do you think us females to stand around wanting to smell males around us?"

"N-no, sir!"

"The next time this happens I'm sticking you with cleaning duty for the barracks for the whole fucking month!"

"Yes, sir!"

Though Ripcannon was considerably taller and bigger than Ripaxe in every way, the Legionnaire's growling had him submitting in the blink of an eye. Despite his anger, however, the Legionnaire's inspection had to continue. Therefore, he went back to all fours and pressed his nose against the large charr's balls again. He took several whiffs, just as before, except this time he seemed to wince heavily every time he did. Even more so when the tongue inspection started. The Legionnaire growled every now and then while dragging his tongue through the fur of Ripcannon's musky balls.

When he reached the soldier's cock things didn't look much better. Ripaxe growled as he took the cock into his maw. Ripcannon's gun was considerably larger than Ripsaw's, so Riproar could see how the Legionnaire has a little more trouble inspecting it thoroughly. Even more so when the Legionnaire sank further and further in, taking it all into his throat again and making Ripcannon outright moan. How all of that could even fit into the Legionnaire's throat, Riproar didn't know, but practice had made perfect and the Legionnaire was used to it. With expertise, he inspected Ripcannon's gun, tongue working on it, suckling noises filling the room... and even though the Legionnaire looked deeply uncomfortable with all of Ripcannon's cock into his muzzle and throat and his nose pressed against the musky pubic fur there, he pushed through.

Soon enough, Ripcannon himself was shooting as well. Riproar could just see the effort the charr had to do to stand still while doing so just as he could see the effort Ripaxe was going through to swallow all of it. It lasted quite a few seconds until finally Legionnaire Ripaxe pulled back growling and even coughing a little bit. Ripcannon's cock continued to throb and a final surprise little spout of cum came from his tip, but the Legionnaire was so fast that he advanced upon it and caught it with his tongue before it could drip down, lapping over Ripcannon's cockhead and making the charr groan again.

"At least you keep your gun in good condition. But, wash. Yourself. I will not say it again, Ripcannon." The warning had the charr nodding and bowing his head in submission, but he too let his loincloth fall back into place. Ripcannon looked relieved that his inspection was over.

Finally, Riproar's own turn came. He gulped, straightened his back and met Legionnaire Ripaxe's eyes behind his stern expression. Riproar saluted, standing at attention, and reached down to pull his loincloth to the side as well. When the breeze of the room hit his bare sheath and balls, it always felt weird. ...Was there really nothing wrong with all of this? Was this how every inspection always went? Deep, deep down into his memory, he seemed to recall the daily inspections involving metal guns, armor, things like that, but that didn't make sense... Did it? When he tried to think about it further, it hurt his head, so he dropped the subject. Especially since he felt Ripaxe's paw reaching down for his balls to cup and feel them. He swallowed again but held still.

"So far so good," Ripaxe grunted under his breath. Then, the naked Legionnaire crouched down again. Riproar noticed for the first time that the Legionnaire's gun was there as well. Rock hard and on full display as he did what he did, but Ripaxe all but ignored it. He had a task to perform, after all. When that cold nose pressed against Riproar's balls and started sniffing, pressing against it, he sucked in a breath and held it. The fire of arousal started burning within him. His own body already knew what was coming next after all that time.

Sure enough, there was the tongue. It felt warm and soft against his balls and it never missed a single inch. It licked down from the bottom of his hanging balls to the top, then around the sides, licking every nook and cranny over and around his balls to inspect all of it. Riproar felt his own cock hardening, further and further, and he was already fully hard before Ripaxe was even done with his sack. A droplet of precum came without him expecting it and, much to Riproar's panic, fell down over Ripaxe's licking snout. The Legionnaire looked up at him and growled, giving him a scolding glare, but his tongue came out of his muzzle to lap up the droplet of precum from the fur of his snout before he continued.

The hardest part of the inspection was always keeping still during the gun inspection. When Ripaxe's muzzle closed around his cock... gun? Cock? ...Gun. When it closed around his gun, it felt so intense. The Legionnaire swirled his tongue around his cocktip, teasing it and his barbs for extra sensitivity. He suspected the Legionnaire knew he liked that. Precum came to paint his superior's tongue right away and Riproar saw how that too made him wince at the taste, but he continued on. That muzzle enveloped more and more of his gun, taking half of it in, sucking it, bobbing down once or twice, teasing it... That tongue explored the surface of his c... gun, working over all of it, and then Ripaxe kept going.

All the way in he went. Riproar felt his nose pressing above his sheath when the Legionnaire deepthroated him as well. The warmth of that muzzle around his cock was so hard to bear. Riproar had to grit his teeth to keep any sounds from coming out of his muzzle, but a muffled moan or a twisted groan made their way past it sometimes. The Legionnaire continued to work on his gun with expert precision. Not a single prickle of his fangs was felt, only the pleasure of his tongue trailing over the underside of his length, then teasing his tip again...

It was too much to bear. Riproar's legs were trembling, his stance started faltering. Ripaxe continued to work with a focused expression, simply pleasuring every inch of his gun with that delightful tongue of his. Riproar felt his pleasure rising and rising, the intensity growing, and the Legionnaire didn't relent. A moan escaped his teeth, then a lusty growl. He tried to hold firm, he really did, but when the pleasure was about to hit its peak, Riproar just couldn't help it. He let out a louder moan and humped forward, shoving the last quarter of his gun that hadn't been into Ripaxe's muzzle at the time all the way in all of a sudden and definitely surprising the Legionnaire.

At the same time, his orgasm erupted in pleasure. He thrust against that muzzle again, unable to help it, as he dwelled on the pleasure that came with his gun shooting. The first stronger, thick shot went straight into the Legionnaire's muzzle indeed, but when he humped for the second time, Ripaxe was pushed back and instead, Riproar's gun started firing its shots out in the open air. The second shot hit Legionnaire Ripaxe straight on the snout, painting his muzzle with a string of white that went right over his right eye.

Riproar panicked, but there was nothing he could do. His body felt weak as the high of his pleasure coursed through him and his gun continued to shoot wildly. The next weaker shots just splattered against the ground beneath before Legionnaire Ripaxe could rush forward and wrap his lips around his cock again to catch the final, weaker shots within his maw while bringing a new moan from Riproar, too.

It was only when his gun was completely out of ammunition that Ripaxe retreated from his cock, looking up at him with bloodshot eyes and snarling. Riproar's ears shot back down. He still held his weak saluting position, but he knew he was in big trouble.

"RIPROAR!" the Legionnaire yelled, standing up. "Is THIS how you pose for your inspection? You shot all over! Could've hurt somebody!" The Legionnaire's tongue tried to catch the white spread over his snout and it succeeded in getting some of it even if he seemed like he was hating it. The part that had shot over his eye, however, he had to catch with the back of his paw... but since Legionnaire Ripaxe for some reason seemed unable to waste a single drop of what they shot, he licked the back of his paw to take it in as well.

"I apologize, sir!!" Riproar quickly said loud and clear.

"Damn right you do! Look at the MESS you made!" The Legionnaire pointed down at the strings and puddle of cum he had left on the metal floor. Riproar felt ashamed of how poorly he had handled his gun.

"I... It will not happen again, sir!" Riproar said, feeling guilty.

"It will not! Now drop down and give me fifty- no, a HUNDRED push-ups for this!" Ripaxe growled right against his face. So much so that Riproar could smell a musky scent of something in his breath through his snarl. The charr's heart sank just thinking about the physical exertion he was about to go through, but dutifully he stepped back, got into position, and started doing the push-ups for the Legionnaire. One, two, three, four...

Ripaxe seemed only mildly satisfied. He still growled. While doing the push-ups there, Riproar got to see from up close how the Legionnaire got back down on all fours and, right in front of him, seemed very bothered, but that didn't stop him from reaching down... and starting to lap up the puddle of cum from the ground right in front of him.

Even as he did his push-ups, Riproar's eyes went wide seeing that. He had never thought he would see Legionnaire Ripaxe, a prime example of a tough male charr, licking cum from the floor! No, something was definitely wrong with that! An alarm started going on inside his head and, for a second or two, he almost panicked, but then...

It got suppressed.

No, there was nothing wrong. The Legionnaire never wasted what came out of their guns. Why would he waste bullets? Of course that was fine. Soon enough, Ripaxe had lapped up the entirety of what had been on the ground and, with a grunt of disgust, stood back up to move to the next charr in line. Riproar's arms started hurting from the push-ups, but he still had many more to go.

As he worked, he saw from the corner of his eye how the Legionnaire got down on all fours again to inspect the next charr in line. He thought for a moment that he heard a laugh too, but when he looked around, he saw nothing. He shrugged it off. Only thirty push-ups left to go and his arms were hurting. At least there was also a pleasant feeling of satisfaction lingering from how good shooting during the inspection felt. Damn, he really liked using his gun. The Iron Legion sure was the best.

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From the shadows of the barracks, a hooded charr watched. Five Iron Legion fools standing in a line while their Legionnaire 'inspected' them. He couldn't help but grin.

The Ash Legion agent glanced up at the charm hanging from the ceiling. It was a small, black detailed ornament that was brimming with the magic of the hex that hung over the Warband. He had put that there months ago, twisting their minds into thinking a few key abnormal things were normal, and as the blockheads that the Iron Legion fools were, they still hadn't taken notice that what they were doing every morning was definitely NOT normal.

There was something extremely satisfying in seeing those male brutes, the kind of charr that would probably punch someone from just insinuating that they'd get near another male's dick, do that to each other every morning.

When he had hexed that jerk of a Legionnaire by saying that it was important that he took every drop of his underling's ammunition during the inspection he had never thought the charr would take it so literally. Yet there he was, licking it from the floor.

None of them would remember a thing when they stepped out of the barracks in the morning. They would just feel their balls satisfyingly drained while their Legionnaire walked around with cum-breath. The Ash Legion agent's grin widened at the thought of it. He was glad he had decided to come and watch the show that morning.

Yet even as the Legionnaire finished the 'inspection' of the last member of his Warband, the entertainment wasn't quite over yet. Quiet and unseen, the Ash Legion agent moved to follow the Legionnaire as he headed out to meet with the other Legionnaires and Centurion, leaving the rest of his hexed Warband behind.

His grin didn't waver. The best part was yet to come...