Shard & Rayne: Bedside Manners
FREEBIES #25: Military Protocol Edition!
This was one of the stories I wrote during a live stream. I randomly picked people to get shorts written based on the theme using any characters or situation they wanted.
Stories should involve military in some fashion, whether it's knights and prince(sse)s during the Middle Ages, sci-fi Space Marines battling the forces of evil, or anything in between!
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Round 1: VioletRosethorn
The white canvas flaps of the medical tent flapped as a breeze sprung up. Shard shivered and quickly moved to secure the fabric, but the wind continued to blow through the gaps.
The skinny black cat turned back to his patient. The tall cheetah was stretched on on a low-sitting cot with a heavy woolen blanket pulled up to his chin. Shard leaned over and examined the larger feline. Handsome, strong features and a nice body, if the outline under the blanket was anything to go by.
Shard pressed the back of his paw to the cheetah's forehead, checking for fever, then cursed as the lantern lighting the tent went out again. He stood to light it, inadvertently dragging his long black tail across the cheetah's snout.
As the flickering light filled the small tent once more, the cheetah coughed and pushed at his blankets, muttering as he gradually woke. Shard quickly returned to his side.
The cheetah's paw shot out and clutched at the lapels of the black cat's jacket, pulling him close. Shard gasped as he stared into the cheetah's huge eyes and bared teeth.
"Where am I?" the cheetah snarled.
"Out of the battle, don't worry," Shard gasped, trying to pull away. He heard tears in fabric and tugged ineffectually at the cheetah's paws. "You've been in surgery."
The cheetah's grip slowly relaxed, until Shard could pull away. He stared in dismay at his torn jacket where the cheetah's claws had punctured.
"Where's my unit?"
"Sent ahead to secure supply routes, I think," Shard said, reaching out to pull the blanket back over the large feline's chest. "I'm not sure."
"Who are you?"
"Corporal Shard, sir," the black cat said, pointing to the name stitched across the right pocket of his white jacket. "Medical."
The cheetah sniffed the air and nodded before resting his head back on the small pillow.
"Yeah, smells like it," he muttered. "How long have I been here?"
"Two days, Major Rayne."
The cheetah's lips curled into a smile. "Two days, huh? Longest I've ever been out of commission."
"You'll be here at least another week, sir," Shard said. "The bayonet speared you completely through the leg."
Rayne grimaced as he shifted his leg under the blanket.
"Figured you butchers would have cut it off instead of trying to save it."
Shard said nothing, but turned and poured the cheetah a glass of water from a ceramic pitcher sitting on the ground next to the bedroll.
Rayne took the glass and nodded his thanks to the other cat. He sipped at the drink eagerly. Shard helped him prop his head up.
"So you're my nurse, huh?"
"Yes sir. They sent the female nurses back from the front the day before you got here."
Rayne smiled lightly as he eyeballed the small cat. Useless in a fight, the cheetah thought to himself, but oddly appropriate in the white shorts and tight jacket of the medical corps.
"Sorry about your jacket."
"It's okay, sir."
Shard lifted the side of the blanket and glanced at the cheetah's injured leg.
"I need to change the bandages."
Rayne nodded as Shard went to work cutting off the canvas strips. Blood had matted them down, but the fur beneath was shaved off in order to let the wound heal. The cheetah hissed when Shard pulled them slowly off and reached out, gripping the smaller cat's arm.
"Sorry, sir," Shard said, voice strained as the cheetah's claws pricked his arm through his short black fur.
"Get on with it," Rayne hissed, eyes closed, nostrils flaring.
Shard nodded and quickly removed the last of the spoiled bandages before applying fresh dressings. The cheetah's discomfort slowly eased as the smaller feline wrapped him up efficiently. The bayonet had speared him high up on the leg - a few more inches and he may have lost more than just blood.
The cheetah's breathing slowed as he felt the soothing relief of the fresh bandages. The other feline's paws brushed against his naked hips and he felt his member stir at the touch. Shard jerked his paws away for a moment as an inch of pink shaft pushed out, but quickly resumed his duties, acting professionally.
Rayne smiled more broadly at the black cat and licked his lips.
"I think, Corporal, you should check me for other injuries," he said casually. "I feel a pain of some kind on my lower stomach."
"One moment, sir," Shard said, missing the implications.
Shard used a safety pin to keep the bandage tight around Rayne's thigh, then pulled the blanket back further, exposing more of the cheetah's body. Thick white fur covered his chest and stomach. Golden-orange fur, occasionally spotted with black, flowed over the rest of his body. Lean, powerful muscle showed through the fur. Little rations and long marches helped the cheetah develop a physique with almost no body fat.
Shard leaned forward and pressed his fingers into Rayne's stomach gently, prodding the larger feline and doing his best to ignore the growing length of dark pink maleness pushing from the cat's sheath.
"Lower," Rayne murmured, gazing steadily at the black cat.
Shard dutifully moved his fingers down, pushing softly over the cheetah's lower abdomen. The black cat's heart beat harder as he noticed how erect the larger feline was becoming, but he kept up his veneer of professionalism. Rayne outranked him, after all. His fingers pushed more firmly as he spoke.
"Any pain, sir?"
"Nope, not yet... try lower."
Shard glanced at Rayne then and noticed the cheetah's smirk and intense gaze. He nodded slightly and licked his lips, wondering if what he thought was happening was really happening.
Dutifully, he moved his fingers lower still, until they were pressing into the cheetah's groin to either side of his thickness.
The lantern flickered and went out again. Shard lifted his paws away from the cheetah's muscular body, about to stand to go re-light it, but Rayne's paw caught his right wrist and held it firmly.
"Leave it out," he said in a low, firm voice.
Shard stared at the cheetah. Rayne's eyes glinted like twin suns in the dark tent.
Slowly, the cheetah moved Shard's paw towards his groin again. Shard didn't resist as he felt the smooth flesh of the feline's member under his palm. His fingers curled around it, eliciting a small grunt of satisfaction from the cheetah. Rayne released his wrist and moved both paws behind his head.
Shard gulped nervously, wanting to glance back at the tent flaps to make sure they were secure, but he couldn't take his eyes off the cheetah. His night vision wasn't great, but it was enough to see the large shaft pressing into his paw. He could feel it trembling, throbbing against his smooth pads as he squeezed it lightly. Rayne hissed slowly through his front teeth and shifted his hips when Shard moved his paw lower, towards the base.
He slowly squeezed Rayne's shaft again when he reached it, then lowered his other paw, which had been hanging loose at his side. With both paws, he stroked the erection upwards again, teasing his small fingers along the ridges of the veins pushing from the dark pink flesh. Rayne purred lightly and closed his eyes.
"Sir, I... uh..."
"Thank you for checking me for additional injuries, Corporal," Rayne said meaningfully, interrupting the feline.
Shard blinked, then smiled slowly as his confusion dissipated. Military tradition: if it wasn't acknowledged, it didn't happen. And now with the non-reassurance from his commanding officer, he was going to ensure he didn't acknowledge every single inch of the cheetah's erection.
The thin black cat shivered as he squeezed more firmly with both paws. He used his palm to squeeze the head, wrapping it around so that the tip pushed straight into his pads. The cheetah moaned and pushed his hips up. Shard's shorts tented outwards as he leaned down, inhaling the larger feline's musk. His arousal grew quickly, until he was panting lustfully as his paws stroked the thick pink shaft, occasionally moving beneath to roll the heavy white orbs over his fingers.
Rayne murmured appreciatively as he felt warm breath over his throbbing maleness. When Shard's small tongue, rough and wet, slid along his length, the cheetah couldn't help but shiver and let out a loud purr. His hips wriggled as he resettled himself again, then he rested one of his paws on Shard's head, between the corporal's ears.
Shard shifted his position as well, until he straddled Rayne's legs, being careful to avoid putting pressure on the injured feline's upper thigh. Using his paws, he pulled the larger cat's cock upright and pressed his lips to the tip. His rough tongue swirled over the head as his paws stroked up and down firmly. The lithe feline opened his lips and pushed his muzzle down slowly, savoring the sensations as the first inch of the cheetah's thick maleness slid over his tongue.
Rayne's fingers closed tightly around Shard's headfur, pushing lightly, guiding the feline further down over his maleness. The cheetah panted loudly, underscored with deep purrs, as he pressed in deeper, until his thick tip rested in the back of Shard's throat. The larger feline used his hips then, experimentally pushing, until Shard pulled his head back, coughing.
Small black paws stroked over the length, smearing saliva and pre until the entire shaft was slick and warm. Rayne moaned heavily again as Shard leaned forward once more, pulling the shaft past his lips more quickly this time. One of Shard's paws stroked the base of the cock while his other massaged the cheetah's heavy orbs, pulling and teasing on them slowly.
Rayne reached down and grasped Shard's hips. The surprised feline pulled of the major's shaft with a wet slurp and licked his lips as the powerful cheetah pulled him forward. Rayne grunted when Shard accidentally pressed down on his injured thigh, but the small feline quickly adjusted so that his legs pressed into the cheetah's sides and not his legs.
Rayne pulled down Shard's shorts, though he couldn't get them down far. Enough for the cheetah to grope at the skinny feline's rump. Shard gasped and sat up straighter when Rayne's fingers pulled his cheeks apart. A few seconds later, the tip of the large feline's shaft pressed experimentally under his tail.
Shard shuddered and leaned down, tail raised straight up in the air, stiff as a board. Rayne's claws teased at his thighs. His cock, pulled down by his shorts, throbbed in the fabric, desperate for release already.
With a sudden lurch, Rayne pushed upwards. His paws pulled the small cat down at the same time.
Shard's muzzle opened, but before he could cry out, the cheetah stuck two fingers into his muzzle. As several thick inches of feline cock drove inside Shard's rump, the small feline pursed his lips around Rayne's fingers, glad for the distraction. It wouldn't do for them to be discovered like this in the middle of the busy camp.
Shard's hips shivered uncontrollably. He pushed down further, wanting more despite the burn in his tingling tailhole. More thick inches slid in, lubed only by his saliva and the cheetah's thick pre-cum. Rayne pushed his fingers deeply, forcing Shard to suck on them wetly. With his other paw, he kept pushing the cat down, farther over his throbbing erection.
All too soon, Shard felt his bottom press into Rayne's thighs. Despite the pain, Rayne pushed him down firmly, grunting as he did so. Every thick inch trembled inside the small feline as Shard clenched and wriggled, groaning around the fingers in his muzzle.
Rayne closed his eyes, gasping when Shard clenched especially hard. He pawed at the small cat's front, then dug his paw into his shorts, finding a sticky mess. The cat had orgasmed already, without even needing to be touched. Rayne grinned as he felt the cat's tailhole clenching around his cock, grinding it without him having even to move.
Shard's hips jerked as he continued to fill the inside of his shorts with his load, humping against Rayne's paw as the cheetah helped him. Rayne tipped his head back and pulled his fingers from Shard's muzzle finally, moving the paw to the cat's shoulder instead to hold him still.
A few moans later and Rayne bucked upwards firmly. Thick feline spunk filled Shard's rump, warming him. He leaned down, pressing his chest to Rayne's. Their muzzles met, spreading open to reveal their tongues. As Rayne came inside him, Shard pressed forward heavily, forgetting about the cheetah's injured leg in the moment of hot bliss.
All too soon it was over. Rayne pulled his muzzle back, panting, and gingerly lifted Shard up. The smaller feline groaned as he felt every thick inch slide free of his burning tailhole, followed by a warm trickle of cum. He swung his leg over Rayne's hips, so that he wasn't straddling him anymore, and planted one more firm kiss on the cheetah's muzzle.
Rayne grinned and stroked the back of Shard's head until they broke the kiss.
"I'll... uh... I'll be back to check on you later, sir," Shard mumbled. "And change your... uh, your bandage."
"And check for additional injuries, I hope," Rayne said. "I need to be back in peak condition if I'm to return to the field."
"Of... of course," Shard said, groaning as he felt Rayne's fingers slide down his backside and grip the base of his tail, pulling it upwards. The skinny cat's rump pushed into the air willingly as he leaned his chest down into Rayne's.
"Good. Come back in an hour," Rayne said.
Shard jumped when the cheetah smacked his rump playfully and nodded.
"Yes, sir!"
The skinny feline used a few scraps of loose cloth to wipe the cheetah down, dipping them first in the bowl of water along the side of the tent. The feline's messy shorts nearly dripped with both his and the cheetah's seed as he pulled them up, but he didn't mind - he had a spare uniform he could change into.
Before leaving the tent, he smiled at the major and saluted, then turned on his heel and ducked through the canvas tent flaps, leaving Rayne alone in the dark tent.
The cheetah purred softly to himself as he felt his cock twitching, spent for the moment. But thinking about the small feline returning in an hour quickly energized him, banishing the pain of his injured thigh.
The best medicine, he thought to himself.
FIN