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WINNY (A Kaos Army story) pt4 aka The end

It wasn't the first time that his dinosaur friends had roped him into attending the grand opening of some bar or nightclub. He'd become quite the minor celebrity after he'd appeared in public fresh from accepting the friendly dragon's offer of running the Kaos Army. The Black Planet wasn't... backwards as such, but, well, technology wasn't quite to the level of the Earth that he'd left all those years ago. Rocking up to the City Hall for a meeting with the Governor in his Titan had turned heads: the huge military vehicle (designed and created in another time and dimension), ecologically powered by photons, quantum engine growling hungrily like a beast was an intimidating sight for a population still making use of horse-drawn carts. Now, five years since Anar first stepped foot on the dusty celestial body, society had been rocketed into the modern age and most of it was thanks to the dragon's technological meddling. So, naturally, he took advantage of his little bit of fame to turn up uninvited to any event he liked for the free drinks. He liked free drinks almost as much as he liked all the attention he drew. Going into the civilian world was a lot like slipping into a character role. The public had an expectation of him and he wasn't about to disappoint them. They knew he always wore black with his officer's jacket draped over a shoulder, flanked by two prehistoric monsters from another world: one bulky and mean who always shunned clothing, wearing only a ready snarl and the other lithe and feminine, dressed fabulously in tight dresses with a bright smile for the cameras. They knew the general was loud, and opinionated and ready for a fight.

Travelling to the city would take a day solely by vehicle as the lowlands were tucked away at the very edge of the map, miles from anywhere, just where they liked it thank you very much and so they made use of their biggest secret: the Trans-dimensional Warpway system.

The Trans-dimensional Warpway system had been a trial and error mission; buttons had been pressed, the following chaos duly noted, and slowly but surely a working method if inter-reality transport had been realised. The Kaos Army could go anywhere, anytime and anydimension to complete it's mercenary contracts. No timeline was safe. Anar often joked that he was fighting wars in multiple dimensions but could barely stay sane in one.

Having fantastic items of past and future technology from far-flung galaxies and dimensions was all well and good but there was one issue with it all: no-one could read any of the bloody manuals. Because of this, the old Earth weapons were their go-to items of choice. They had fancy blasters that shot amazing pew pew lasers but... no-one knew how to recharge them so they were used sparingly. Even the Titan, as wonderful a vehicle as it was, had it's drawbacks. There was no users handbook (They only discovered it could change shape by accident), no warranty, no spare parts. If it broke, it became another item for the scrapheap. This was why Anar drove the old World War Two jeep for his daily transport.

As he approached the Warpway monitoring room, he saluted respectfully at the framed portrait of Lance-Corporal Gritz. Gritz had been one of the first testers; he'd vanished through a portal one sunny afternoon and was never seen again. Anar liked to think he was having Quantum-Leap-esque adventures and wasn't... you know...dead. Anyway. Best get sorted for tonight's trip.

The two soldiers stationed in the basement were nerds of the highest order. Unfit for any other department, they kept a close watch on any interdimensional activity. If anyone else out there had access to the warpway system they would know about it and deal with them accordingly. Bespectacled goblin faces turned to face their visitor, "General, sir! Good to see you."

"Roll me dice for me, will you, sir?" asked corporal Kruff.

Oh heck, they're playing that funny game again.

"You shouldn't let other people roll for you. Anyway, the general's naturally lucky, so that's cheating!" the DM complained.

"What am I rolling for?" Anar asked, sure he was about to regret it. He approached the table, strewn with books and pieces of paper with scrawled notes and numbers on, in amongst the empty packets of snacks and tins of drink.

"I'm taking down an undead creature: a Lich" the small green soldier enthused.

"Ah. With a broadsword? Axe?"

"No, a mop."

Anar blinked. Why had he asked?

"It's a magic one," the DM explained.

"Sure, let's go." He picked up the funny-shaped dice. Six was as many sides as you needed, surely? They had a D100 around somewhere. That thing rolled round the floor for ages last time and still only landed on a five.

He rolled a 20.

"I'll only allow it because it's the general," the DM sulked, "and if I make a fuss he'll take the vending machine away. You swing your mighty enchanted mop at the foul monster, crack! Sparks fly. It slumps to the floor; dead. However, you used just a little too much power and your mophead disintegrates. Now your only weapon remaining is..." he checked a sheet, " a rune etched gooseberry."

"Anyway lads, lovely to catch up but, I need to sign out a couple of pocket portals," the general cut in quickly, before either a fight broke out or he got dragged further into the campaign. He'd made that mistake once before and everyone ended up being eaten by a gelatinous cube. How humiliating.

Corporal Kruff tilted his funny little head to nod at the storage unit behind him. "Certainly sir. Help yourself to a handset."

Grabbing the curious metal boxes from off the shelf and scrawling his signature on the clipboard beside them, the general popped them into his pockets and left.

"Can't believe I broke my mop."

"He always rolls a twenty! When will you learn!"

"Why do I have to sit in the back?" Rave complained, awkwardly attempting to fit his tall bulky frame onto the rear seat of the Titan. The vehicle designers hadn't anticipated having to accommodate long velociraptor legs. "And why can't we phase it into the sportscar? I can't see a bleeding thing."

"Christ that lizard never shuts up," Anar muttered. He turned his head, "you want to walk?"

"Mumble mumble."

"Yeah, thought so."

"Who's driving us home? I'm not playing designated driver again!"

"It's all sorted, Rave. I can organise things you know."

"Barely," he muttered, still folded in half on the backseat.

Rap adjusted the hem to his outfit daintily, smug in the front passenger seat, checking his reflection in a little compact.

"You look lovely," Anar huffed, "are we ready to go now?" with nods, he hit the button on the pocket portal and drove through the big swirly blue circle into the city.

The Titan rumbled along the highway, the lights of the big metropolis shining like beacons in the distance. Traffic slowed around them, curious faces peering and gawping. Within minutes they were in amongst dense traffic, a giant among ants. Pulling up to the latest bar to open on the main strip, cameras flashed and strobes swept the night air.

The valet boys shoved each other in a desperate bid to be the one to drive the Titan into the parking lot. Anar flashed the victor an amused smile as they opened the door for him with a flourish and he stepped down onto the waiting welcome carpet. Reporters jabbered excitedly as he swaggered towards the entrance followed closely by his friends. "Aardvark!" he shouted as he passed. It was worth a try. He wished he could have brought Winny along. Drinking and causing trouble would be more fun with him around.

After the werewolves had given them the all clear by sniffing them for drugs, security unclipped the velvet rope and granted them access. With the dramatic entrance successfully pulled off, it was time to get some serious drinking in. It was the airy fairy fizzy stuff which wasn't his favourite but it was free. They looked around at the decor, sipping. Nice. Very nice. When they'd first turned up on the Black Planet the only drinking establishments were inns and taverns serving warm beer and food poisoning. The guests inside were having a good time, tended to by the proud centaur manager who posed for selfies and gushed about his pricey investment. He spotted the general and trotted his way over, warily. He wanted to say thank you for coming, but he wasn't sure if having the general there was actually a good thing or not. It was all rather awkward.

"I promise I won't kill anyone," Anar shouted over the music, "how's that?" The manager laughed nervously, eyes flitting to the dinosaurs, one of whom was baring very sharp teeth. "Cant make any promises about him, though." The centaur backed away, slowly, returning to safer patrons.

Anar soon discovered that little glasses of fizzy elf wine were pretty intoxicating if you had enough of them. They barged their way onto the dancefloor, ignoring the glares they received, determined to have a brilliant time and sod all those stuck up celebrities. It didn't help that they were surrounded by so-called noble races; high elves, dwarves, halflings and humans. All the types who looked down on animals such as themselves. They grabbed more glasses from the silver trays the waitresses were carrying around when they were in arm's reach.

Feeling the room spin slightly, Anar took himself off to the bathroom. He didn't feel so hot. I'm getting too old for this. I should be curled up in bed with my elf, not strutting about acting a prat.

After pissing for what seemed like half an hour, he made his way back to his friends who were making out under the bright lights. Yeah, that's going to make me feel better, thanks guys. I hope Winny's snuck into my bed. I could do with a nice cuddle after all this drink.

There was a commotion from outside and all eyes turned to the entranceway, phones waving about in the air and reporters jostling for position. Another person of interest had turned up, fashionably late. Avoiding being trodden on by Rap's high heels or belted around the face with a long tail for the hundredth time, Anar paid no mind to what all the fuss was about. He was thinking of crawling into a dark corner somewhere and having a nap.

And then, the unthinkable happened. He saw a bright shining pair of wings, and a golden yellow beak. Two tall white-clad High elves of the snootiest sort ever imaginable were following the newest guest inside and Anar's ears stood like antenna atop his head. It was fuckface himself. It was actually him! Swiftwing had turned up to the grand opening, mugging for the cameras and posing for selfies, all cool and popular. It is on. Birdy bastard had never actually seen the general before; oh no, that goody goody git was the type to hide behind a keyboard, typing shite on social media and antagonising the poor aardvark. Well, there's a few things I'd like to say to you, sonny Jim!

Yolk yellow eyes met his dark grey ones. In a mental fog, the general found his legs walking towards the griffon, a little unsteadily, but there was purpose. His finger appeared in front of his face, ready for wagging and pointing in the rudest way imaginable. YOU. Yes, you. I'mma talking to YOU. The proud, smug eagle face in front of him was looking thoroughly punchable_.He had important things to say. _Oh yes, that's right, point and laugh at my feather badge. I'll take on those lackeys of yours, too, don't you worry! Are you listening to me? Are you?! Dare to call ME a donkey? I'll tell you what I think- His mouth kept moving_,_ words spilling out, words that could have benefitted from his diplomacy filter but that was currently offline thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol. His nice dinosaur friends had come to back him up although they were being a bit rough and pulling him back for some reason. The stupid pigeon was looking at him strange now, trying to get a word in but HE COULD SHUT THE FUCK UP, he could clam his fucking beak up right the fuck now.

Lights continued to flash, reporters continued to jostle and scribble, furiously getting down all that was transpiring. This was Anar's revenge for all those snide tweets, stupid emails and cocky comments about him. Major-general Bellend was being taken away from him, his mages turning tail and heading back out of the building. Yeah, that's right! Aardvark, motherfucker! Not donkey! Come back here you oversized oven-ready turkey...

He'd gone. Well, that had been fun. Nothing like slinging insults at the opposition. Rap and Rave were giving him funny looks. Bloody lizards, leaving bruises on him, what was that all about? Best friends indeed. They hadn't even let him get one punch in.

Once the adrenaline left his system, he felt very sleepy indeed. How many drinks had he had? Couldnt even count his own fingers. He found somewhere to have a nice sit down and check his phone. He was so far gone he couldn't even unlock it and gave up, dozing. Then someone with a deathwish began kicking his chair. He opened a bleary eye and swore. Big green arms yanked him to his feet and carried him out to the awaiting Titan. "Bloody pillock," and "absolute shitstorm", were all he could make out as he was bundled up in the back. He heard the shrill non-stop chatter of Raz the she-orc coming from the driver's seat. Ah fuck no, I can't handle her right now. He tried tucking his ears between his legs. He didn't remember the journey home.

Three attempts at a hand scan later and he collapsed on his bed, snout down, still clothed and snoring like a freight train.

His dreams had been full of fluttering wings, angry dinosaurs and punchable griffons.

"You weren't kidding about the snoring, then." came a soft voice close to his throbbing skull, "come on, wake up! I came here for cuddles and all I have is a headache."

Winny! He flung his arms out, haphazardly, trying to grab a bit of sexy elf. Feeling soft warm skin, he pulled him in close. A hand stroked his ears and kisses were planted on his forehead. This. This was nice. Half-asleep fuzziness and affection from his beautiful boy. Sure, his head was still vibrating but it was nothing he couldn't handle. All he needed was a shower and a gallon of black coffee. "I need to freshen up, babe," he mumbled, his tongue wrapped in cotton wool. He'd been stripped to his underwear while he slept. Kinky elf. "Can you make me a drink?" he asked, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and hoping he didn't have to crawl into the bathroom.

"Of course." Winny headed into the little kitchen area, his small delicate feet pitter patting on the vinyl.

Anar stepped into the shower. As the water sheeted off his head, there was something niggling at the back of his brain. He thought about feathers, but, Winny was fine. At least he thought he was fine. Elves tended to let you know when they weren't. The water was refreshing and his soap smelled nice. Whatever he had to worry about would hit him soon enough.

"Coffee's up!"

Ah Liquid sanity. Anar grabbed a fluffy towel_._ On his bedside table steam rose from his favourite Star Wars mug. On the bed... Winny lay deliciously naked, a pure white wing curved around his hip, covering his naughty bits with strategically placed feathers.

"Do you remember me telling you that I was doing something very naughty the last time I was thinking about you?" he asked with a little smile.

"Yes. You were going to show me, weren't you?" Anar replied, dropping his towel and climbing next to Winny on the bed.

The elf withdrew his wing, feathers retracting into place, making Anar's already overstrenuated heart work a little harder. "When I think about your naked body I get so hard."

"Same," Anar squeaked. He coughed, composing himself, "and, er, then what do you do? Naughty elf that you are. Show. Me."

Winny blushed (of course he did) and gently ran his fingertips down the length of his slim, hard cock. He gave a little gasp, so tiny yet so arousing.

Anar tried to compose himself; this was how his mornings should always start! "Oh? Is that what you do? Yes, that is very naughty, Winny. So naughty. Show me again" he urged.

The elf obliged.

Anar leaned in close to a gracefully curved ear, "keep going, daddy's getting really turned on."

"Dirty daddy!" he laughed, his blue eyes blinking slowly and rosy lips parting enticingly. His fingers rubbed a little quicker and he ran his tongue around his mouth as if in thirst. A bead of precum spilled from his tip. Gasping, he pleaded, "will you fuck me?"

He hadn't expected that. His body wasn't completely back under his own control yet, the effects of alcohol took a while to wear off and he'd hate to embarrass himself with a poor performance. On the other hand, his elf was literally asking for it. He had to think quick and his brain wasn't fully back online yet neither. He reached into his drawer and pulled out an item. "I'm not up to that yet, how about we play with this instead?"

Winny's eyes widened, "what is that?"

Anar double checked to make sure he hadn't pulled out something ridiculous like his toenail clippers. "It's a buttplug, dear. It's a plug, for your butt. Want to try it? You'll like it. If you enjoyed me fingering your ass then this will blow your mind." He lubed up a finger, "in we go. Spread 'em."

His soldier boy panted as Anar lubricated his tight asshole generously. "Oh, oh," he squeaked.

Kissing eagerly, Anar withdrew his finger and slowly nudged the toy inside, it met a little resistance until, with a contraction, it settled into place. The sensation caused the elf to bite down. Anar winced. "All good?'

"Oh yes, oh, that feels so... mmmm." he arched his back, reflexively, his free hand grabbing at the quilt and rubbing his cute little feet over the bedsheet.

"Told you you'd like it. Now keep touching yourself so daddy can get off." There was an edge to his voice, he'd woken up a little and horniness was taking over. "I want you cumming all over my bed."

Winny's finger circled round his pre-cum soaked head. He closed his pretty blue eyes. He moaned a little more, "I've cum so much thinking about what you did to me in the shower!" he sighed.

Suckling on a dainty pink nipple, the general urged him to disclose more.

"I snuck in here after we'd finished watching the movie and I could smell you on the bedspread. I couldn't stop myself, I rubbed my dick like I'd never rubbed it before. Then, when you'd collapsed in bed and I'd stripped you, your body made me excited again and I... I did it again.

Anar's eyes flew open, "in my bed?!" he demanded, "you've been wanking in MY bed?!"

Winny flushed and panted, a cheeky look on his pointy pink face, "I'm so naughty, daddy, I'm your naughty horny elf!"

"You can say that again," he grumbled, "I'm nearly out of clean bedclothes you know." But his words fell on deaf ears. "C'mere, you." Anar pulled the trembling elf up onto him, enjoying the nudge of his own member poking in the small of his back, wrapped a strong arm round his heaving chest and took over command of his cock, slamming a big grey hand over the throbbing shaft, watching hungrily as thick ropes of elf cum spurted over the sheets. "Such a good boy."

Winny turned to nuzzle a grey cheek sighing, satisfied. Rolling over into welcoming arms, his wings were ruffled from his frantic fidgeting.

Anar drank some coffee while it was still warm. He was definitely feeling more with it now.

"You didn't cum," Winny pouted.

"No, my dick's still drunk I think. Don't let me forget about that buttplug neither or you'll have an interesting time."

The sweet elf grinned, "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm so happy I didn't let those stupid mages turn me."

Oh. Ohhhh! FUUUCK! Anar's breath caught in his throat, failing to reach his lungs. His stomach knotted. The room spun. There it was. The thing. The memory that he was meant to be worrying about.

"Daddy?" Winny's voice was full of concern, "are... are you ok?"

Anar rubbed his long face vigorously. Shit shit shit. He grabbed for his phone, snatching it like a fleeing prize. His face paled. "Babe I gotta go," he fretted, the light from the screen reflecting panicked eyes. Aw, he'd really done it this time. He dressed hurriedly, hopping to the door with a shoe half-on. No no no. This can't be happening.

"What is it? What's happened?" came a pleading voice from behind. Winny was distressed, quickly gathering his clothes, hurrying to follow him out of the door.

"Go back to staff sergeant Clinker right now, private, and that's an order!" he barked, leaving the little elf at the top of the stairs alone, confused and more than a little hurt.

The dragon had summoned him to the War Room. He only went there when shit was going down. He headed down the dreaded green corridor that led to the very centre of the headquarters.. Normally the dragon summoned him to his own opulent office, offering tea and biscuits for an informal chat. Bloody dragons. Magical mystical pains in the arses. Always ten steps ahad of everyone else, completely incapable of giving a straight answer to anything ever and always stockpiling wealth to an unhealthy degree. Still, he'd worked for worse. Hell's upper management truly could make anyone's afterlife a misery. But he'd said things, hadn't he? In front of press. To major-general Swiftwing and now he was going to face the consequences. He'd let everyone down. He'd let his Winny down. There was no going back from this, he'd made a complete and utter mockery of himself in public and he was about to lose his job.

With a heavy heart and trembling hands, he pushed open the frosted glass door. Inside, the War Room was lit up brightly with overhead screens flickering and updating constantly, huge strip lights on the ceiling that had that awful artificial glow about them. He was feeling sick as it was. The interactive map that Anar had so much bloody difficulty using had been activated, the Black Planet's three dimensional form spinning. And, there, at the far end, stood the dragon, wearing his anti mind-controlling sunglasses as always. His scales shimmered in their uniquely chameleonic way. He was a walking mood ring and right now the colours rippled and ebbed. Anar briefly contemplated just shooting himself and being done with it.

"Ah, general."

Shit shit shit. He forced his throat muscles to move, "I'm so-" he began, but a pointy talon whipped up to silence him.

"Have you ever wondered what it would take to bring an empire to its knees?" he asked, sweetly.

Ah fuck, here we go. Act dumb, Anar, you're good at that, "no?" he gulped.

"From my vast experience of being an aeons old magical creature I can tell you that it's never just one little mistake. It's always an accumulation of errors that lays waste to a leader's dreams of power."

Yes, well, of course I've messed up a few times, but the dragon wasn't keeping count was he? Bet he was. His stomach had dropped down so far it may as well be living in his shoes.

"Errors," he continued, his lilting voice rising unnervingly, "that are written into newspapers. Tweeted about. Bounced about on social media."

Yep. One bullet to the head. Bye bye cruel world.

"Until finally, the world says 'enough!' and so we stand here today, in this room, witnessing the collapse of a once-proud army, it's leader humiliated beyond redemption."

Anar felt a burning behind his eyes, yes, he'd embarrassed himself completely and utterly, hadn't he?

"And just who's fault is all this exactly?" the dragon demanded.

The general's shoulders sagged, "mine," he admitted wretchedly, "it's all my fault." I'll never see my sweet Winny again.

"That's right!" the dragon grinned, toothily, "and I couldn't be more proud!"

There was a moment; just a fleeting one, where Anar thought he'd actually gone round the bend. "I'm sorry sir, what did you say?" he squeaked.

"Look at the screens!"

Headlines scrolled from the news channels: DISGRACED GRIFFON GOES INTO HIDING. LIGHT FEDERATION ABUSE SCANDAL INVESTIGATION UNDERWAY. REPORTS OF HOMOPHOBIA AND XENOPHOBIA IN ARMY OF LIGHT. TURNED ELVES COME FORWARD.

"Good guys my foot! They had it coming to them. Your little outburst opened quite the can of worms. I always knew there was something dodgy about that griffon and his minions. Well, he's been kicked out now and the Light Federation has been disbanded pending an inquiry. That's quite a result from one drunken rant, general."

Anar's lip wobbled. He'd... done something good. Completely by accident of course, but that was his luck for you. Having a bit of dragon in his blood came in handy sometimes.

The dragon pushed a newspaper under his grey snout, "I think you'll like this too..."

'General warlock, aardvark leader of the Kaos Army took the planet by surprise as he exposed the Light Federation's rotten core...'

Aardvark! They'd got it right! "I thought I was fired," he gasped. "I thought it was me who was getting kicked out on their arse."

"I hear you can wiggle yourself out of anything," the dragon smirked.

A green head poked its way round the door, "Oi! Big ears! We playing tanks or what?!"

The dragon waved him out, "go have fun blowing things up. You've earned it."

Anar's head was throbbing. He'd really braced himself for the worst back there. Rave was grumbling about something or other but he wasn't really listening. Had he been fired back there, would the dragon have literally fired him? Like, crispy fried aardvark fired?

"You aint even listenin'! Last time I say anything nice about you!" the corporal snapped.

"Wait. You were saying nice things? What? What did you say?"

"I ain't repeating it! Your antics last night have scored points with Rap, you know how he is with all that LGBTQ+ rights stuff. So I gotta be nice to you for a bit." He didn't sound very happy about it. They reached the tank sheds, "fancy that griffon being a raging homophobe. Never could stand him. Wait-'" he turned to his mammalian friend, "does this make you a good guy?"

"I'm just me, mate," Anar shrugged, "for whatever that's worth."

Rap popped up out of the tank's hatch, "What are we waiting for? Christmas?"

The engine rumbled into life and they rolled out into the play area, the artificial swamp freshly filled in and hastily nailed together griffon targets set up for destruction. As they blasted their way round they idly wondered what would happen to the Army of Light. Who would lead them next? There was always some so-called noble race righteous bastard with so-called good intentions who was determined to tell others how to live their lives. And the Kaos Army would still be here, with their policy of acceptance and tolerance, waiting to enroll everyone else. They'd take a potted plant if it could follow orders.

"Well that was fun!" Anar said as they fired the last shell, adding another smoking crater to the collection, "better head back and apologise to Winny for scaring him half to death this morning."

"Who the fuck is Winny?" Rave demanded.

"The elf," Rap explained.

"What? Private welwyn? Wait, he calls him... are you? No, you know what, I don't wanna know!" he shook his head to rid himself of unwanted mental images.

Rap cackled, turning the T-32 in the direction of headquarters. The big metal beast lurched and emitted a piercing metallic squeal like nails on chalkboard.

"Need some WD40 on that!" Anar blinked, his poor oversized ears suffering.

"Well if you weren't too busy sticking yourself in elves maybe all the maintenance would get done?"

Rave howled, "I said I don't wanna know!"

With the tank stored away for another day, Anar made his way to the barracks. Clinker was sat outside polishing his boots when he approached. The orc bolted upright, saluting distractedly, a question forming on his lips.

The general beat him to it, "Is my Winny alright?" he asked.

"Sir, are YOU alright? He said you shouted at him and abandoned him. He thought he'd done something wrong. No-one's seen him since lunch. It's not like you to be angry at one of your boys," he trailed off.

Anar's face fell, "it was all a misunderstanding, he was never in trouble. I was. Well I thought I was. Look it's been a rough morning and I just want my elf."

Great. Just when things were looking up, he'd managed to mess something else up. He'd upset his lovely boy. He spun round, searching for a pair of antlers in amongst the wandering soldiers. Where could he be? Would he even accept an apology from him? Elves could be aloof, especially the pale-skinned kind. He sagged. What a day. He should just go back to bed and start tomorrow from scratch.

Clinker looked sympathetic as he walked away, "if I see him, I'll let you know, sir?"

He nodded, dejectedly. He wasn't good enough for Winny anyway, what was he doing mucking about with a senior officer nearly twice his age? He could have anyone with those looks, he shouldn't settle for a long-eared long-nosed freak like him. His self-pitying thoughts accompanied him all the way to his quarters, even as he placed his hand on the scanner. The door opened with a click and he stepped inside, pulling off his grimy t-shirt.

Feathers moved on the bed. A pair of blue eyes looked straight at him. His heart aged another thirty years from all the pounding it was doing. "Winny!" he scooped hs beautiful elf into his arms, "oh Winny!" he covered him in kisses, "I'm sorry for this morning, I really am. You were never in trouble. How could you be? You're perfect!" He squished the elf's pretty face in his big hands, "I bloody love you."

Winny nuzzled back, poking him with his antlers.

He let out a soft laugh; "watch it with those things."

"I was upset for a little bit," he mumbled, "but then everyone started talking about the Light Federation and how you'd told the press all the horrible things they were doing to the lesser races and how they were turning us elves, and I knew that you'd really listened to me, and how much you cared. So I came back here, waiting for you. To thank you. Personally," he blushed, "because I love you too, really I do." The elf pulled him down onto the bed and he offered no resistance. Nimble fingers slid down his bare chest to his belt at his waist and the clasp clicked open. "Look, I can undress you properly now," he smiled proudly.

"Good boy," Anar gasped, lost once more in a rush of adoration.

Delicate lips kissed awkwardly at his strong neck as Winny tried to keep his horns out of the way of his partner's snout. They were a damned hazard.

"I love those soft lips of yours."

"You love them on your cock, don't you Anarchy?"

The general wheezed; "dont you dare call me that again! I'm only called that when I'm in trouble you cheeky sod. And you know what I do to cheeky boys."

Winny's eyes twinkled with mischief, "oh no, don't make me suck that big dick of yours, daddy, that would be awful," he whined sarcastically.

"Are you looking for punishment, young man?"

His sexy elf nibbled at a long grey ear and rubbed himself through his underwear, "oh I'm such a naughty bad elf," he moaned, "I was touching myself again. IN YOUR BED!"

"Right!"

With a delighted squeal, Winny was roughly handled until all his clothes had been removed and he was spread, naked, on the soft quilt. "You," Anar pointed at his misbehaving private, "are the naughtiest fucking elf I've ever had the pleasure of fooling around with," he couldn't stop the smile creeping into the corner of his mouth, "and you deserve a special treat. Close your eyes."

"Oh I hope it's something nice," Winny giggled.

Anar undressed. "Nearly ready... wait for it..."

"I'm so excited!" the elf squeaked.

Yes. Aren't you just? "three... two... one..." he slid his large hands onto Winny's groin and greedily took his pink tip into his mouth, pushing his snout down until he was fully inside. His lovely boy made wonderful noises and clutched at his shoulder blades, squirming and wriggling on the bed. He begged to be sucked; harder, faster, more! You're such a lucky fucking elf. I don't give blowjobs very often. You better not nut too soon you horny boy. Anar was so turned on by Winny's moaning he rubbed himself on the quilt, enjoying the softness against his throbbing member. He sucked so deep he felt he could gag, this sexy elf had a lovely cock, slim and hard just like the rest of his body that he needed to feel underneath him so badly, needed to feel his hips pushing back against him, wanting him. He couldn't resist any longer. Pulling back he took a good look at the gorgeous elf lying under him, his breath heavy, giving him a smouldering gaze. "Daddy wants to do bad things to you. So bad."

"Yes!" Winny gasped, "I'm all yours. Take me!"

He kissed him, reaching for the bottle on the table. Pulling at the pillows, Anar manouvered the elf into a soft den against the bed frame, hovering his primed body over him. "Comfy?" he asked.

"Oh yes."

He kissed him again, their tongues flitting. As their lips locked further, Anar gently pushed down on his elf's smooth thighs, spreading his legs enticingly, stroking at his lovely neck he let his hand slide down his torso laying it to rest on a narrow waist.

"Oh, daddy," Winny gasped through the hard kisses, "yes, yes."

"I can't wait to feel you," he whispered in his ear, "such a beautiful elf; you turn me on so fucking much." He pushed his body down, nudging himself against the tight hole he wanted so badly to fill, rubbing it invitingly. "You want some of this?" he rasped.

"Yes!," he answered, grabbing at the aardvark's backside and and urging him in.

"You naughty thing, you want it so badly don't you? Look at you, begging to be fucked. Well guess what? I want it too!"

Winny threw back his head, antlers clashing on the metal bedframe, crying out as Anar pushed himself inside little by little and held himself there. Fuck! This elf was so hot and tight. He felt hands scrabbling at his buttcheeks, trying to force him to thrust, he heard the cries from the pillows turn to pleading as the tense firm body beneath him arched upwards. Fuck yes. "Oh, what's that? It feels good? You want more?" Anar watched his cheeks flush brighter and his blue eyes plead. He leaned into his delicate body, his cock slipping a little deeper. Winny squeaked. "Daddy's all inside you know. Every inch. You feel fucking amazing. I want you to moan for me, elf, don't hold back." With slow steady sweeps Anar moved his body in a gentle rhythm, lost in bliss as everything he'd fantasised about was finally becoming realised; the soft quilt, the loud groans, the wonderful sensation of a tight young body nestled beneath him accepting his affections. They were pressed so close to each other, moulded as one, entwined, buried deep into the pillows. Hands grabbed at him again, motivating him to work a little faster, to pump that slick ass with feeling.

"Fuck," Winny wailed, "fuck!"

He'd never heard his boy swear before. The bed creaked, a sound that Anar hadn't heard for a while and had missed. It excited him. He wanted to make it louder. Digging his knees further into the mattress their hips clashed as they found a beat to follow, an erotic piece of music filled with moans and squeaks and panting. It reached a peak and stayed there, holding the high notes in a celebration of lust and climax, "your a filthy fucking elf, Winny! I could stuff your ass forever, you'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Yes daddy," he groaned pulling the general's snout toward him, desperate to taste his kisses.

With throbs and pounds Anar's dick began to twitch, the constant friction against his elf's tight walls becoming too much to stand. Winny was so wonderful to fuck but it was all coming to an end. As he bounced on top of him his stomach tightened and he felt a pulse deep within as he released his seed, breeding his pretty virgin and claiming him for his own, his animal urges satisfied. His shoulders sagged and he tried to catch his breath, his orgasm lasting a few moments longer, rippling from head to toes. It had been everything he'd wanted and more. He was glad he'd been patient. Trying to do this this morning would have been a disaster. Soft kisses landed on his neck, dangerous antlers waving about in front of his eyes. And masturbation is supposed to send you blind. Winny was murmuring gently, letting him know how much he had enjoyed himself. As he tried to move, slim arms wrapped tighter around his broad back. Not going to argue. I can lie here with you until the heat death of the universe. "Good boy," he praised instinctively.

"I thought I was a filthy boy?" Winny asked playfully.

"You're whatever I want you to be, and honestly, that can change by the minute." He paused, smiling, "would you like to join me in the mess for a drink?"

The elf's brow furrowed, "I can't go in the officer's mess."

Anar fussed with his blond locks, "of course you can," he said, "you're my elf," he stroked a warm pink cheek, leaning in for another kiss, "my beautiful elf." Their lips locked lovingly. "you go where I go from now on. Unless the corporal or staff sergeant need you of course. Wouldn't want you to get in trouble."

Winny's eyes sparkled, "I'm never in trouble. You're the naughty one, not me!"

"Really? I don't go touching myself in other people's beds young man."

"Fair point," he laughed, "so... what's in the locked drawer back in the gun shed?"

Anar's ears shot up. He'd remembered that? "that's not for elves," he stated cautiously.

Winny's eyes narrowed slightly, "who is it for then? Staff sergeant Clinker?"

Was that a hint of jealousy? "Are you not happy that I spent time with him? I'll be faithful to you while you're here, if that's what you want."

The elf blinked. He stammered a little, "I-I'd just like to get a taste of the kind of fun you have together, that's all. What do you mean, 'while I'm here?' are... are you planning on getting rid of me?"

"No! No, not planning. Not that. But, you know, you're not going to want to stay here with me are you?"

"Clinker does!"

Anar couldn't think of what to say to that. His mouth flopped, uselessly.

"I don't want to go. I want to be where you are. I love you," his voice trailed off, seeking a return of sentiment.

"I know you do." None of his good boys had ever loved him. Fancied him maybe. Enjoyed him definitely, but not loved. Not even Clinker. Could he really make things work with Winny? Maybe he should at least try. It was no good telling himself that he wasn't good enough when he knew deep down inside that his elf thought the world of him. "If you think you can put up with me, I'm all yours," he said weakly, watching Winny's face light up happily, "now let's get dressed and go get that drink. We need it."