A Field Problem
It had taken ten long years of service to finally get a commision, Jason thought as he looked at himself in the mirror before him. Eyes of ice cold blue stared back, careening over his thinly white furred muzzle. Black lips split as he examined his teeth, letting predatory tounge slip out over his fangs and fore teeth. Wolven tail began to wag back and forth behind him as he thought how lucky he'd been, to have his teeth, all of them, even if they were crooked in a few places.
Perhaps his only regret was the near misses he had, brushes with death that had otherwise left his mother's baby boy, scarred rather permanently. Lifting his left paw he brushed his hair out of his face, looking at the scar that crossed under, skipped and began again above his left eye. That was why he let his hair grow to cover it, his superiors would complain; but it wasn't like he was going around like a long haired hippy.
Grabbing his black tank off the counter he kicked the lid of the toilet closed, the bathroom was tiny, shower, sink, and toilet all reachable, easily. Pulling the tank top on over his head, he moved out into the living area; it was small aswell, only enough room for a single bed and a desk. This was his domain, atleast he was alone, solitude was decently acceptable compared to the spartan cramped bunks of the enlist barracks.
Pointed ears stuck straight up at the sound of door opening, it broke his chain of thought.
"Who is there?" He quietly picked up his pants. The pocket knife in it wasn't much, but it would do in a pinch. He heard footsteps cross the floor, then the bed creaked.
"Just me, Sir. Figured I would come visit, congratulate you on your promotion." It was one of his former platoon sergeants. Amanda was taller than him, with an orange stripe over cream colored fur. One of the rarer species of canine. Dressed in faded jeans, old combat boots, and a button down shirt told him she was off duty. She always looked half dressed....Her tie was hanging loose, and her jeans were unbuttoned, showing just the top portion of a black pair of panties.
"Jesus, Amy, you got me keyed up. What are you doing in here?" He looked her over out of habit. She had a bit better taste in clothes than he did. Amy had always been a tomboy, preffering punk style ties over standard issue uniforms. On the battlefield though, the Sergeant had always meant business, all the way back to when she was a private. He remembered those times, he was her Sergeant, and had helped her get to learn the ropes, she and the others had respected him for it, but time had split their unit apart, time and untimely endings.
"well, you went on duty right after your promotion, and this is the first time I've managed to catch you alone." She rose from the bed and stood in front of him, smiling. "I thought I would point out that you are no longer in my direct chain of command....." Amy leaned forward with her paws behind her back. Her hips swayed and her tie gently brushed each breast in turn, and her tail flicked back and forth.
"I want you boss..." She said straight out, this made him curiously smile, he was an introvert by nature, but wore his heart on his sleeve. The coy smirk he gave at the words probably gave away the fact he was thrown off and confused.
"I want you in so many way, so badly, I could take you right now." She said again, stepping toward him and putting her paws behind her back, black tie hung loosely down her front, between perky breast. He did all he could to not look like he noticed them at all, truth is, he did notice, and he was horrible at hiding such.
Turning away from her he went to pull the chair out from under his desk, the dim light of the room's only desk lamp cast shadows to the floor. She reached to try and grab him by the wrist and turn him back to face her, but before her thin fingers could reach his wrist, he spoke.
"If I resigned my commision, then we could fraternize all we wanted...." The wolf replied, flat, and plain. He did his best to hide emotion from his voice, turning to face her. She understood that, of course she did, it was a call of duty, a thing of honor. In the past, before he was an officer, sure it might have been, but now was different; now he was part of command, a link to a higher chain.
Not to be swayed she advanced on him, and he backed up right into the desk, the chair pushing in as far under it as was possible. She walked her fingers down his torso starting at his sternum, and letting her claws slowly pluck at his abdomen, which bore yet another scar, kept hidden from most.
"I thought you were only kidding." She asked him coyly, looking up with soft but lustfully intending eyes.
"Kidding? about what?" He responded, staring down at her, careful to keep his hands off, making sure he wouldn't touch her of his accord if he could help it.
"Back then, when you were still one of us, the way you'd flirt with me." She smiled almost too sweetly, he felt his body warming to his old friend, but rank and file came first, he wouldn't let that fall.
"Stop teasing, you know that assertive women have always been a turn on for me, now don't make me order you to leave." He stated, having hated that one fact, seperating himself and his freinds, he loved them deeply, but as an officer he had to make decisions, sacrifices.
"You have been warned." He chided her, making sure she got the message, though on this night, the message was not recieving any attention at all.
"The High Command needs me, I am one of their best officer's, I'll be torn if you make me choose." He was almost begging, almost, trying to keep things proffessional, but as her friend he had dropped his tone to a more conversation friendly level.
She stretched out before him, showing off that muscular toned femenine physique, it was all he could do, to not look. His body was beginning to fight a war of attrition on itself, he was going to have to pull out all the stops, to get her out of his quarters.
"I could rape you right her and now." She confidently spoke to him, stepping on leg sensually infront of the other, making sure he was just a touch from her form.
"I bet you would struggle at first." She rested her head against his chest, running her paws toward his shoulders, he was broad enough to make up for being less than six feet tall.
"This isn't rape, you are trying to seduce me." He retorted, getting a bit angry, but not at her, it was his body he was fighting, her scent was starting to attackhis senses, turning him more instinctual than official.
"Good practice, don't you think?" She said, running her thumb inside the waist of his jeans.
"N-not really." He lied to her outright, making sure to try and hide the physical reaction to he ropeness, but he was failing, he was involuntarily wanting this.
The mixed breed female had him sitting on the desk, and was pressing her crotch into his available lap. He knew he was getting worked up, he didn't have to be worked on long before it began to show tightly in his jeans.
"You know this room could really use some plants." He made the observation, squirming away from her, only to trip and land on his bed, he turned over to find she was right on him, not even a second to escape.
She hooked her thmb into his jeans and pulled the waist out toward herself, just enough so she could stare down at what she had stirred from him. He was wearing boxers, thank god, he thought to himself, but she could still probably tell he was getting hard, and he wasn't going to be able to hide it.
"Things look fine, things that grow." She responded with a dirty tone, sultry with a heat of playful desire. She sat up upon him as he placed his paws on her hips, letting his fingers dance up her sides, becoming less aware of it.
"I could get used to this." She replied rather proudly of herself, having just gotten the upper hand upon her superior.
"You can, I was excited to when I got my first medal." He changed the topic, a move he used all to much, and it never ever worked on anyone.
She began to undo her shirt and let the view of her sports bra come to greet his eyes. All the while he was trying to find a reason to escape, something to grab her attention away from him. He had been destined to fail at this from the start, as her paws began working his shirt up off his body.
"I don't see any medals..." She joked to him, running her claws through the fur of his smooth flat belly.
"It isn't with me." He corrected her, as he tried so desperately to pull his shirt down.
She hushed him with a finger and got rid of her dress shirt, tossing it away, making sure to angle her body in a curving pose to get his attention, before reaching for his shirt. She gripped it firmly on both sides and let her claws dig in, letting him see her short cut spiked orange hair while her eyes leveled with his own.
A second later, ripping cotton could be heard, as the shirt came in two down the front, her muzzle curving a great smile of victory for the feat. Under her, he struggled trying to get her off without dumping her off to the floor, he didn't want to hurt her.
"This isn't right, we can't." He began to plead to her common sense.
"We haven't done anything yet..." She smiled ever so sweetly to him.
"So come on and relax." She said, slipping his shirt off his shoulders.
The wolf was on fire inside, she was laying over him now, having him completely at her will, it was unfair, so so unfair. He tried to think of something other than her soft touch, other than her warm body, but he was just too into it.
"It's not against the rules unless we actually 'do' something." She reminds him, a loop hole of all things.
He took a deep breath and began to try and calm himself down, letting his eyes slowly shut, trying to remember how to meditate. It was for nothing, she soon slipped her paws into the back of his pants and grinned, he was breaking, and she knew it.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" She asked sweetly, her muzzle running along his neck, offering him some soft affection.
He felt her moving back, lower and lower on his body until her muzzle was hovering over his crotch, but still staring straight up at him. A thousand thoughts went through his mind of what she was planning, what she could do, what she would do, it was enough to drive him crazy.
"Now don't squirm, or I will do something" she warned.
Sitting up on his elbows he stared at her, wondering what she was planning, and how he was going to get out of this at all without breaking long held taboos.
"You know what? go ahead and wiggle all you want, I'm going to do this anyways." She said to him finally, he was going to have to play her game. Whether he liked it or not, his body wanted it now, so badly.
She stood up and let her paws run up her legs to hover over her jeans, undoing them and letting them hang open so just a pinch of her fur was visable where her abdomen ended, it was cream orange, just like her hair. His mind was becoming clouded, he couldn't escape her in this dark small room. His paw began to reach and search fo the desk, for something, anything he could use to get away, his thought was for his sidearm, maybe the sight of a 45 pistol would make her think twice.
"I think..." She said as she straddled him, letting her jeans fall just enough so he could see the patch of orange fur and what it alluded to....
"You are thinking far to hard...." She mused, letting her head dip down to lick softly between his pectorals.
This was killing him, his eyes were playing tricks on him, darting between reality and a dream; locked solely onto those nice supple peaks that were held by cotton bra. She began to dance over him, moving and waving her hips to a hidden beat while she used her paws to slide her pants down to her knees, kicking them the rest of the way off.
Sitting on his chest she began to scoot back, and forth, letting her warn gentle folds glide ever so slightly up and down his tight stomach, he was writhing beneath her touch. If there was a chance to escape he was going to have to find it, to take it, but it was farther from his mind with each slide of her warmth over him.
Frantically he took a deep breath, his chest was tightly, and his ears were pounding with each beat of his heart. His paw was now searching frantically for what he hoped would be his salvation. Drawing a breath he tried to find the words, but can't, his tounge was tied at the feelings, paralized by the smell, the thought of iminent sex, but he had to resist.
"Sergeant, I gave you an order!" He reached for what he thought was his gun, pulling the smooth black object from the desk and pointing it at her. He failed in almost too horrible a way, his paw clutching tightly, his tv remote.....
In a quick flash of fur and violence, she slapped the remote from his paw and knocked it to the floor, leaning in and grabbing him by the right wrist, she hauled him over to his front and pressed her chest to his back. It hurt to be contorted this way, she could easily dislocate his shoulder, tear muscles or legaments, even break his collar bone.
"Yes Sir.... too bad your forgot to say what the order was." She angrily chastised him, pulling a set of steel cuffs from her bra and slipping them onto his taken wrist, then clamping them to the bed, in a flash.
Feeling her again on him he tried to shake her off, only to be forced back onto his prosterior, looking up at her as she loomed. His tounge finally found the words, the stark realization that he was not in control, this was going to happen. His arm was contorted in a painful fashion, almost emtirely turned reverse, and he dared not move for the thought of injuring himself, and ending his career.
"Please..." He pleaded to her, as she began to remove his pants, his body was battling his mind, and the body was winning, she was just so many damned things to him. tracing the path of that tie toward her exposed sex, he could only watch and feel the effect as his body was primed for it, his blood pumping hormones through him, but his heart, felt shame of it.
"Stop..." He asked again, his mind was lost, and the battle was turning into a slaughter, hormones and heat, were overrunning his thoughts, as he dawned on the realization, he was fucked. His jeans were drawing tight, all the pain and sudden actions had softened him, but he was still warm under the belt, and she knew it.
Quickly as she could, she stripped him of his pants and sat there on his chest smilling triumphantly, reaching back and letting her fingers wrap around wolven organ. She raised a brow at him and it was all he could do to not let out a soft cry.
"I will have this up in a jiffy for you boss." She said, as he watch her turn herself around and back her rear up to his face. Her sex was now only a touch from his nose and he could take in the strength of her scent right from the source, it was intoxicating.
Not enough so however to eclipse the feeling of her wet tounge rolling down the underside of his manhood, making hims squirm and writhe. choking out a groan from his throat as her tounge repeated its motion on the opposite side, tenderizing his meat. He could feel her lips press to the tip, and slowly she opened her muzzle to suck him down, going deep, she let hims slip out and in as she gave a few bobs of her head.
"Ungh, oh god..." He swore under his breath seething with the slight elctrical tingle bliss she was forcing him to feel, he hadn't had it for a long time, too long a time. The pouch that held his boys was tight to his base, and he could only let out slow breaths as she sucked him slowly and then finally gavea quick jerk of her neck and let him go.
With a final lick she smiled and beamed to him over her shoulder, letting him know she approved of what she had done, and what he was going to give her, one way or another. Leaning down she gave a little attention to his tender baggage, giving him gentle licks before finally turning herself back around.
She let herself move back, arching her hips as she slowly wiggled and teased the tip of his cock against her wet opening. It made his teeth chatter, his lips tremble, his body shaking in place as she eased herself slowly back onto him.
"Doesn't seem so wrong now does it?" She mocked him.
Then wolf under her was just barely inside, enough so he could feel the heat, and want more of it, he was almost in tears, at how good it felt, and how she had used him this was, the humiliation of it, made him burn. He looked at her in anger, it wasn't getting easier, he was needy, his eyes conveyed it; blood fueling his raging erection as she sat just barely upon it. Raking her claws down his chest she left lines through the fur, he could only watch, there was no more lying, no more trying to escape it, he was hers.
"It's so wrong..." He let out a whine of protest.
Silenced by a kiss, she raked her claws through his hair and held him tightly there, making sure he couldn't pull from it. She let him stay there, feeling him, leaning herself on just that small bit of his private person, she let out a moan into his mouth, he knew she was going to have him. he held that kiss, and melted to it, his eyes closing slowly shut, breathing through his nose in as steady a way possible so he could keep from passing out. The subtle sweet tingle she had given him, the taste, the touch, the scent, had all broken him; it was so wrong, it was sacrilege, but it felt good.
Slowly he could feel her backing herself onto him until she sat back and took him to the hilt, she gasped, and sat back, taking it all in with a yelp, perhaps for his own benefit. For his body leapt at feeling her go back on him, fully sheathed within her depths.
"Oh god, you are huge." she exclaimed to him.
Falling forward to his chest she rested on him, letting herself get used to the feeling, something she herself had been awhile without. Slwoly without taking her body from him, she began to pump her hips back and forth on the wolf, he react with a slow series of breaths that hissed through his teeth. He didn't know how she managed, but she ran him along each wall of her flesh, sleeved tightly about him, it made her groan and want more.
"Yeah thats it, slooooow, sloooow." He hissed out through his teeth as he felt her slowly working on him with her hips, it was ecstacy and she responded to his request.He felt her change speeds so she was going longer on him, but no less firm, it was turning his world intoa sea of colour.
"Slooower?" He heard her say.
Gritting his teeth and shutting his eyes, it was all he could do to savour the tingles that each downstroke sent through his piston and up his spine, filling his mind with clouds. He reached out to play with her breast while she continued to enforce their dry union; it was turning into a tantalizing, angonizing grind.
Feeling her shift her weight forward he saw her reach for the cuffs that held his right arm in a contorted manner, she had the key in her paw and was going to undo them. Her breast were now up close to his muzzle, he could use it, but she beats him to the punch.
"Make yourself useful while you're there, you're going to need both paws very soon I think." She smiled at him.
He did as she suggested almost imediately letting that tounge leap out and tease her nipples with it's tip, lapping and licking at them with a smile formed on his face. He heard her giggle at this, and though she was glad to see him suitably submissive, she wanted more, she finally let his paw free and he gave the tired arm a good shake, getting the blood flowing again.
"mmm yeah." He said lustfully and he reached up to take her breast one in each paw and squeeze them, working the flesh every which way. His hips began to buck under her and he became like ariding bull, only he had a cock. Repeatedly he sent himself into her depths, enjoying the sensations it gave him.
He could hear her gasp in suprise, pleasant suprise; and felt her claws grab his sculted arms and hold on for the ride. Each buck he gave sent pleasure through her, and by playing with her breast, he only intesified that feeling.
"Oh..." She moaned out.
He looked at her in the eyes, he needed to take her, he felt the need burning in his crotch. Reaching up he took her by the shoulders and forcefully rolled her over, gaining the upper hand. She gave a delighted squeal at his actions, beaming up at him her approval.
"I gotta cum, I need to cum, mmm." He groaned drawing breath through his teeth, he reached and took her ankles, holding them in each paw he spread her legs apart and got up on his knees. His partner recieved a look of disdain, she was going to cost him his career, all he had worked for, none of it mattered. What mattered know was the primal ache he felt in his body, he didn't care to time it, or to let her have a warning, he shoved himself deep, driving himself into her hard and fast as he could, forcing her agaist the headboard of his bed, and screwing her to it.
She leaned up and put one paw over her head to hold herself in place against the headboard; moaning openly as he drilled her. He felt her other arm reach up and wrap around his head, he didn't open his eyes, he just focused on one thing, instinct.
"Yeah, harder, harder!" she begged him.
Compliance was not a choice in the matter, his body acted as she commanded. Flexing muscles in his legs and back, he picked up his pace; hissing breath through clenched teeth he could feel her getting wet, their union was becoming a mess of fluid and matted fur.
The burning need to release was driving him crazy, he was oozing inside of her, and she knew he was near. His head began to tip backwards as his world started to go into a haze, only to feel her pull his hair so his face would be lined right up with hers.
"Don't you dare stop!" She warned him, she felt it too, his actions has sent her on course for her own explosive release. She gripped his shoulders and chest hard with her claws, raking and scratching in electric bliss.
"Cum in me!" She demanded of him.
The two bodies fought and kept pace with eachother, timing to the thrust as he began to let out soft little whines, thatonly drew a smile from her. He tried to find the words, but only gasp and whimpers came from his gaping throat; body tightening as he raced toward inevitable euphoria. He was aching, his balls ached, his body ached and was shaking, he was losing the control he had regained, what little was left of it.
"Please boss, don't stop!" She begged.
Bracing herself against the headboard she began to whine herself, letting out low moans as his thrusting bounced her breast up and down before his face. The scent of her had become overpowering, and their united fluids now stained the formerly clean sheets he had on the bed.
Looking up into her eyes, he gave a look of loss; a total loss of control that he knew was coming, and he tried to hold back from releasing so soon. He wanted to torture her sexually the way she had done to him.
"Fuck, aahhh Fuuuck!" He cried out as he felt it hit, his ears flattened and his body went completely tight. Desperately he tried to keep his mouth shut so he wouldn't howl, his hips gave a final thrust as deep as he could get himself. The explosions were in a chain from his aching manhood, all the way to his brain, it sent him on a trip.
He heard her cry out somewhere in the distance of his mind, his orgasm and release of hot fluid only served to send her over the edge. Her legs quickly wrapped around him and she drew him close, feeling each pulse of his spurting fluid enter her. A howl welled up in her throat, and she bit down on his shoulder so she wouldn't scream.
He felt her bite him, but the pain was numbed out by the electrical sting of their united orgasm, her muscles milked him for all he could give. Still he held onto her as the pair fell against the headboard, his head finding rest on her shoulder. She could hear his whines as he was supersensative, and being rocked by her afteshocks.
They soon fell the other direction and were laid out on his bed, he could see her again, his world coming back into focus. She looked relaxed, and satisfied. Her body ached from the contortion and pounding he gave her, but it was so totally worth it.
"You wanted it after all, didn't you?" She teased him.
She watched him moving a hand up over her head as he lay over her, keepign himself from putting all his weight on her, holding what he could as his limbs trembled. Falling into her breast he looked up to her and left a sticky trail as he pulled from her, pulling his weight along her so he could rest on his side.
"mmmm fuck, needed it... so bad." He groaned out tiredly, and soon began to groom her ears, with that soft canine tongue of his.
He watched as she rested her head in paw, and looked down at herself, and then at him, he continued to glow openly at the mess they had made.
"Sir, I think we need to shower." She commented, the world began to turn hazy.
"Sir? We are pretty messy, are you alright?" She said again, the world dissolved into a semi frozen sub artic scene, dirt and mud mixed with frozen ground.
She stood there before him, holding her M4 in a relaxed positon, they were with, a squad? He was confused as he looked back at her. They were in his bedroom, but now here, and in full battle dress, winter gear, with composite ceramic armor over legs, arms and vital points. Each one of the soldiers was covered in mud up to his or her knees.
Growling he began to realize that it wasn't real, all he just had, was nothing, it never existed, but for only in his mind. He felt soiled, and not just because of the dirt that coated spots of his fur and clothing.
"You are breathing pretty hard." She commented.
"It's nothing Sergeant, just thought I scented something..." He responded.
He regained without pause his stoic officer resolve, he turn off toward the horizon in the other direction, looking out at the orange sun as it began to set on the trees in the distance. Paws held his M4 tightly and at the ready, it was all he could do to not think about her....