Chain of Command Ch.1 : New Arrivals

Story by Isiat Squire Carcer on SoFurry

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#1 of Chain of Command

Woop! New series! This time involving a 'far to young for him' Shadi and a 'far to old for her' Isiat. Inspired by stories from my wife's NJROTC troop involving some scandal between the instructor and one of the cadets, the actual events are terrible. However, this perverted story is entirely fiction, which makes it perfectly fine for whatever it is you furries do when you read this kind of thing. Without further delay, Enjoy!


Shadi fidgeted nervously to herself, her short legs barely touching the floor of the school bus from her seat. A sudden loud sputter from the engine made the tan furred feline jump slightly, looking around quickly to make sure nobody else on board noticed. The last thing she needed was to be getting laughed at for being so tightly wound on her first day of freshman year. She couldn't help it though! She didn't know anybody here, her family only just arriving in town not a month ago.

The leaves on all the oak's lining the road were a rusty brown with the onset of fall and the new school year. Her father had held off moving here for his new job until Shadi had finished grade school, but now that the time had come, they had uprooted from their small hometown and moved to the equally insignificant town of Jerome across several states. The only noteworthy thing about it was the fact that it held the largest high school campus in the nearest five counties, and had an ROTC program that her father had insisted would 'do her self-esteem a lot of good'.

At a meager four feet, eleven inches, Shadi figured she would likely be one of the, if not the smallest person in her year. Her short, chubby figure had earned her all sorts of taunting in Grade school, and she was simply hoping that far away from all her previous aggressors, she could get a fresh start. Her long green sun-dress flowed down to her ankles, hugging her body neatly, the wads of paper towel beneath her bra used in an attempt to make her still relatively flat chest 'pop'.

She had spent all morning trying to get her fur groomed and the little makeup she used just right, hoping to impress and fit in as best she could. Her eyes always drew attention up close faster than her easily recognizable shape did, heterochromia running strong through her family, and she was no exception, one eye a deep, earthy brown, the other an emerald green. Curled up on the seat beside her was her long tail, a metal silver band wrapped around the section just before the fur became wild and poufy, the appendage as long as she was tall and then some. Admittedly, it caused her little trouble, but she often found it to get in everyone else's way.

The Bus began to slow, and Shadi looked up expectantly, the massive school building coming up alongside them, a long path of cobblestones leading to the stairs and main doors, students bustling back and forth, doing as high schooler's did before the first bell rang. Her fennec like ears folded, the feline trying to contain the butterflies in her stomach, excitement and fear mixing indistinguishably as the bus pulled into the rank.

The main building was made of drab greyish-tan bricks, three floors high and what must have been hundreds of feet long, large sporting fields stretching out behind it to the tree line of a tall pine forest that seemed to run to the horizon. As the bus pulled up, she slowly stood up, wrapping her tail once around her waist like a belt and picking up her bag, shuffling into line with the other students, all clamoring towards the front of the bus. The older lady driving the bus, a russet furred vixen, waved her off with a smile. "Good luck sweetie."

Shadi stepped off slowly, her feet touching down on the cold cement curb, when a shove from behind sent her stumbling forwards, a pair of young wolf twins laughing as they rushed past her, heading for the doors. "Hey!" She called out in protest, but her shout fell on deaf ears. The world kept moving around her as she stood still, trying to control an overwhelming sense of vertigo at the sheer size of the campus. It was HUGE! There must have been thousands of students attending the school, not to mention the number of staff, the cars coming and going, the busses, the lights, the noise...

She managed to stumble a few feet forwards, before a soft paw helped pull her upright from behind, a thickly accented voice speaking to her, and she turned to face... What could have been possibly the single 'hottest' teacher she had ever seen. He was tall, easily six feet, seeming to dwarf the tiny statured feline, and a vulpine at that, she could tell by the slender muzzle, a patch of stubble grown out into a goatee on his chin, matching his dark hair and fur. His eyes were the iciest blue she could have imagined, but the gaze he gave her wasn't exactly as awestruck as she was. In fact, it was quite downright unimpressed.

"Freshman, right? Head up the stairs and follow the signs to the auditorium. The assembly starts at 0900 on the dot." His accent, British, she picked up, was like music in her ears, and left her in a sort of pleasant haze, swaying just slightly as if dumbstruck by this male's charm. It wore off quickly enough. "Well? Move it, cat!" He barked, and suddenly, Shadi snapped out of it completely, her nose flushing pink in embarrassment as she scampered off, clutching her backpack straps tightly as she took the steps two at a time, trying to silence her giggling.

"You know..." A voice came from behind Isiat, his bound tail(s) flicking with the slightest hint of amusement. "Typically, we try to avoid the racial slurs here. Multi-cultural and all, you know? That, and any sort of insults towards the students. You're new to teaching, aren't you?" The badger spoke up, his high-vis vest matching Isiat's own, but their attire beneath couldn't have been more different. The badger looked like he was a teacher, long sleeve shirt, tacky knitted vest, half-moon glasses on his snout.

Isiat's tan trousers and dress shirt were neatly pressed, fresh ironed, and had gold oak leaves pinned to each side of his collar, the Major chuckling quietly with a 'who gives a shit' sort of shrug. White fur traced down his muzzle and ducked beneath his shirt, but it was obvious it was typical fox patterning. The only thing that stood out from a normal fox was the line of red that separated the contrasting furs of his main coat, and the fact that he had twenty tails bundled together with a long Velcro strap behind him.

"I'm not a teacher. I'm an instructor. Regardless of what I say, my message gets through in the end. Can you say the same about teaching, digger?" He turned, smirking slightly as he reached into his pocket, procuring a cigar. The badger immediately protested again.

"This is a no-smoking area Mister Carcer-" Isiat had already produced the lighter, and clamped the cigar between his teeth, his head comically tilted to one side. He snapped the lid of the zippo back and span the flint wheel, sparks showering onto the wick and bringing a flame to life in his paw, quickly lighting the end of the tightly rolled tobacco.

"That's Major Carcer to you. Mister is a civilian's title. You'd do well to distinguish those if you're supposed to be an English teacher... Bloody yanks..."

"I beg your pardon, but the school board quite clearly prohibits-" He began to protest, but Isiat wasn't listening, more interested in puffing a ring of smoke over in the badger's direction, making him wave a paw before his grey muzzle and cough quietly.

"Then the school board can take it up with me. I made my terms quite clear when I was offered this position. You should inquire with the super attendant if you've got concerns. I don't smoke indoors anyway..." He muttered, before tapping the ash from the end of the cigar, and grinding it out on the side of one of his blunted claws. "Curb and ROTC range only... Don't worry, I don't intend to watch buses after today..." He rolled his eyes, turning as the last bus pulled away. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed his high-vis vest to the insulted looking badger, smirking as he slipped the blue-tinted pair of wraparound sunglasses on his forehead down over his eyes.

"Civilian's job after all."

Shadi struggled to find herself a place to sit in the benches inside the massive gym, a place that wasn't so packed she was pressed up against anybody. She hated the looks of distaste she often got, no one liked having the fat kid touching them, something she had learned in middle school... She avoided most people like the plague now a days, since she had started 'chubbing up', as her mother so sweetly put it, always trying to sugar coat things for Shadi... she was fat, and she knew it...

It didn't help that the poor little feline hadn't yet hit the stage in puberty where she was supposed to... develop things. Like boobs. Or hips. Or clearer skin... she was just... awkward, and she hated it like nothing else. She only hung out with other kids like herself, outcasts and other unattractive children who couldn't pick and choose their companions... she didn't even know who those people were here, so flat out, she was alone...

Shadi found a seat in a corner and quickly tucked herself away, doing her thing of vanishing in plain sight. Her short stocky body made her sad, because Shadi's mother and father often commented that she had a sweet, sincere face, and Shadi didn't have a mean bone in her body. She was just shorter than she should have been for how tall she was, much like her mother... But her mama was so vastly different to Shadi, she didn't see how she would ever catch up to her.

Short and buxom her mother was, Shadi could never see herself coming into woman hood in the same way... She had always been shapeless, and she didn't feel anything changing that any time soon. Her mother was lovely, you could get passed her short stature, her dumpy daughter had none of her beautiful traits...

Shadi squirmed uncomfortable, and reached up to pull on one of her long, furred ears, something she had done since childhood to calm her constant anxiety attacks. She had a very hard time dealing with crowds like this, and she was regretting coming into this crowded place already.

Thankfully, Shadi wasn't stuck there for long. The principals speech was short and uneventful, asking, more begging his students to please behave this year- no fighting! No drugs! No smoking! And the Southern field has been fenced in, so no skipping class and hiding in the grass! Kids were apparently getting fleas from the weeds and yellow grass anyways...

She was introduced (at a distance) to last year's honor roll, student council, and to all her new teachers. Shadi blushed pinkly at her nose when "Major Carcer" was pointed to and called by his name, the little feline giving the furry appendage in her paw an extra hard yank. So, he was her ROTC instructor... She was already terrified of the very physically demanding class, but to know that an older, very attractive teacher was going to be shaking his head at her every time she had to run... Shadi wanted to drop out already.

She could hear the students murmuring about the new teacher.

"What happened to Sergeant Willias?"

"He retired dude, he was like, ancient..."

"A hundred at least."

"Don't be stupid, jackass. This guy looks like a hardass, bet he'll make us run the obstacle course more than once a week, damnit..."

"You signed up again, man?"

"I didn't know I'd have to do stuff this time! Last year was easy, the old guy was losing his freaking mind..."

"Sucks to be you. Bet he's killed someone."

"Heh, bet he kills Brad!"

"Shut up, faggots!

The little lioness whimpered softly, squirming in her seat. She was extremely uncomfortable, and despite her efforts, she could feel a panic attack coming on, hard on her heels. Her face was growing hot, and it felt like her lungs couldn't expand enough in her chest, she wasn't getting in enough air! If everyone would stop breathing so deeply around her, maybe there would be more oxygen, because clearly, she wasn't getting her share! She needed her inhaler, she had to-

Everyone started standing up, trooping down the bleachers to head to their first class of the year. With a deep breath of relief, Shadi hefted up her bag and scrambled down as fast as her short little legs would carry her. Her English class would set her mind at ease, perhaps they would just let them read a bit from the text books... She needed a second to clear her mind so bad...

Unfortunately for Shadi though, the English class only lasted for so long before the bell for Recess sounded, students shuffling out to find their lockers and food during the brief intermission between classes. Shadi stumbled out behind the rest of her class, leaving the flustered looking badger who had introduced himself as Mister Robins. He had been nice at least, and the class at least had been easy enough, just introductions and name learning activities for the most part.

She ate in a quiet corner by some trees at the edge of the main building, overlooking the sport fields. They seemed to stretch for miles out, but in reality it was only a few hundred meters before a long line of small corrugated steel hangers, the barracks buildings of the ROTC area... She was dreading having to go there, but the schedule she had been given told her quite clearly that that would be her next destination...

She froze like an icicle when she spied the Major jogging along the edge of one of the football fields heading for the row of olive drab hangers himself, wearing a set of tan and light colour mix camouflage she hadn't seen before, a sandy beret perched atop his head. He turned as if he had sensed her eyes on him, and fixed her with an icy stare from behind his sunglasses. She quickly looked away, a slight shiver running down her spine.

Once he had moved on, she let out the longest breath she had ever held, sighing quietly. She was really not looking forward to this at all...

Alas, her temporary reprieve lasted only a brief time before the electronic bell sounded again, and like a convict walking death row, she stood, walking off towards the far end of the school. As she did, she noticed what must have been the rest of the troop falling in from the rest of the school, people and fur's heading in the opposite direction of the rest of the school's populace, like people walking into a raging fire while everyone else fled from it.

Only a few of the troop seemed to be in the same year as her, most of them were older cadets. A few wore the green, brown and black woodland camouflage they had been issued, but the ones she saw in their uniforms all had glints of gold on their collars, the non-commissioned officers of her troop. All of them must have been seniors or junior years at least. Everyone else filing in their direction wore what one would expect. Brand name shirts and jeans, trending fashions... She seemed to be the only girl in a dress.

She felt like she stood out as she reached the barracks buildings, her long tail swaying slowly behind her. Looking around, she got a quick glance at the dynamics of the group, mostly males, but a few females scattered between them. The majority seemed to be canines, but she also saw some equines and reptiles dispersed amongst them, along with a few felines as well. One in particular stood out from the group of maybe thirty or so cadets. He was a human, short and long haired, looking just as confused and lost as she felt.

The NCO's were trying to get them organized into something resembling rank and file, and among the hustle and chatter, she ended up between a particularly tall and buff looking stallion, and a stocky but well-built wolf, feeling suddenly very self-conscious and surrounded by jock-like males. A sudden shout grabbed all of their attention, as the Major emerged from the nearest barracks building, his accented voice booming with command and authority that seemed utterly undeniable.

"Troop! At attention!" Major Carcer shouted as he strode out onto the field, a fancy looking ivory cane in his right paw as he limped out. Shadi heard a quiet few snickers from behind her, the same group of boys who had been sitting near her at assembly!

Almost like a guided Tomahawk missile, Isiat's ear's flicked, searching for the source of the noise, whirring around on the spot and homing in on the boys with a bark that made Shadi's large ears fold and start ringing. "I said, AT-ATTEN-TION!" He shouted once more, getting right up in the boys faces. Immediately, all of them snapped upright with their paws folded behind their backs, like everyone else, Shadi included, already had. Clearly, tempting his wrath was not something she wanted to do...

Everything was silent for the longest moment as Major Carcer walked back to the front of the group, one of the camo drabbed boys stepping forward a single pace. "Sir. All cadets accounted for." The wolf snapped a smart salute, which her instructor returned almost lazily as the senior stepped back into line, his eyes scanning them all for signs of weakness from behind his reflective lensed glasses. At least god that was what Shadi hoped he was looking for instead of his first victim.

Isiat smirked. Ahh, nothing like breaking in newbies. Reaching into his breast pocket, he procured a cigar, clamping it between his teeth and leaving it unlit for now, simply chewing on the vanilla Birchwood tip. This job would be a piece of cake.

"Students. Welcome to the Reserve officer training corps. From what I have heard, and from what I have seen here already, this outfit is a disgrace..." He didn't yell, just keeping a calm, level tone, like a father disowning his children in the way he insulted them. He pulled out his lighter, and set the end of his cigar alight, the embers glowing as he took a deep breath before exhaling the smoke through his nostrils. "It's my job to correct that. I don't know just what your last instructor expected to make you into, but I train soldiers, not punces."

One of the boys behind her snickered again at the amusing sounding foreign slang, and Isiat's head whipped around. "Private Harper. Why don't you come up here and demonstrate correct push up procedure for the rest of the class?"

She heard the young lion's gulp as he brushed past her in line, saluting the Major. It wasn't returned. "Give me fifty. Be done by the time I've finished introducing the new recruits." He paused, looking over the lion like he was some hapless cub. "Well? Get to it." With a (this time) silent whine, he dropped down onto his hands, and began counting out loud as he conducted his chosen punishment. The rest of the troop remained dead quiet after that.

"Now, as I was saying..." Isiat resumed his introductory speech, lifting one foot and setting his boot down against the cadet's back as he reached five, making the boy grunt as he tried for six. "My name is Major Carcer. You will refer to me as Major, or Sir. No exceptions. I will refer to you sorry lot, as maggots until I see proof to the contrary. Any insolence or insubordination will not be tolerated by me. I spent the better part of three years training Royal marines how to kill. I have served three tours of duty, twice in Iraq, and once in Afghanistan. I have a confirmed kill count of seventy five, and an unconfirmed in excess of one hundred. You do not want to be on my bad side. I will mold you worthless sods into the finest damned troop this side of the Atlantic, and you will do everything I tell you to without hesitation, is that clear?" He barked the final sentence, his multiple tails flicking out behind himself like a fan, making him seem all rather imposing as he growled at the cadets.

As one, Shadi shouted back with the rest of her new troop. "Yes Sir!". For some reason, seeing the Major acting so dominant without even trying made him almost awe like to her, the little feline's muzzle hanging open slightly. He seemed to sense it though, and his head whipped over to her. "Private Stryker! Close your damned mouth. Contrary to what your daddy may have told you, there are no free burgers here. Goddamn, did a dumpy little thing like you get lost when enrolling?" He barked, but before she had any chance to make a protest or react, he moved on to his next topic of choice. Physical training.

"Maybe some PT will help all you fat, lazy maggots grow up to be blowflies for me to swat. Squad leaders! Lead your goddamn troop for some exercise while uniforms and PT gear is distributed. Female barracks are the second down, males in the fourth. Showers are the third. Racks and foot lockers are named. Find your own, find your clothes, and get to it! Move out!" He shouted, before heading back towards the first steel building, slipping through the door. "Aaronson! With me for measurements! Everyone else, report to the first building when your name is called."

Shadi all but sprinted as fast as she could to the second barracks hall, first in the doorway. She was determined to prove that she wasn't fat or dumpy! She could probably outrun the entire rest of her class if she wanted to! She found her cot quickly, opening the labeled footlocker at its base and scooping out the plain grey sweats and t-shirt from within, the stenciled block letters "ROTC" written on the front and back. Looking around, she saw the other girls of her troop, maybe ten in all, getting undressed and putting on their sweats, gossiping like typical females.

"God, did you see his muscles? He could probably carry Rolph, and he's three hundred pounds!" One of the girls giggled with her long, bushy tail flicking back and forth behind her. "I bet he works out all the time to keep that six pack under his shirt."

The other girls giggled in agreement, before the vixen turned, a frown on her face as she looked over at Shadi. "How did a cake ball like you get here? Lost on the way to the bakery?" She taunted, the other girls around her laughing in response. Shadi looked down, trying to hide her embarrassment. She knew she was fat. Everyone around her knew she was fat. Her instructor had even called her fat. She hadn't chosen to be this way, she just hadn't grown into her teenage body yet, that was all...

"See these?" The vixen grinned, grabbing a pawfull of her early teen breasts, still developing but easily a large B cup. "Perhaps you wouldn't look so silly if you grew some instead of faking them. You can tell you've just stuffed your bra." She scoffed, pointing as Shadi lifted her dress up, the scrunched bits of tissue just poking above her bra's lip.

Shadi's own breasts barely rated in at an A cup, her mother insisting that 'They will come when your body is ready for them to.' Shadi was ready for them now, the flat chested feline huffing quietly as she pulled the ROTC top on over her head, covering her stuffed bra and chubby figure as well as she could, now just eager to get away from this new batch of taunting females. It seemed like the entire school was against her already, and her first day wasn't even halfway over...

The moment she had her 'one size fit's most' sweats on, she came to a sudden conclusion, kneeling down to roll up her pants legs. She apparently didn't fit into the 'most' category as set by the quartermaster. She did however, get back in line before any of the other girls, most of the boys having been almost lightning quick about getting into their uniforms. She took her place, dreading what she knew was coming. Gym had always been one of her least favorite classes, but compared to the workout their squad leaders led them through, it made climbing robes and running laps look like a cake walk.

The first thing they did was star jumps, leaping into the air in time and spreading their arms and legs out, before retracting them again on the next jump. After a brutalizing two hundred of those, and only a few of the new recruits being called so far, Shadi was already sweating. When combined with the clear sky and mild autumn temperature, she swore it could have passed for summer. A trolley of water cups was wheeled around, and the feline greedily guzzled hers down without a moment's hesitation.

Then they moved on the sit-ups, and Shadi regretted drinking so quickly. Her stomach cramped horribly after ten, but nobody was allowed to fall out of tempo on their instructor's orders. She grit her teeth and pushed herself to breaking, all while Isiat took a break from measurements to pace between the rows of students, tapping them with his ivory cane when they began to falter or looked ready to give up. Almost mercifully, they stopped after fifty, and Shadi rolled onto her side, panting heavily. She didn't want to appear weak and slow in front of the rest of the students, but by the time he called out for pushups, her muscles were screaming in protest.

"Private Stryker, with me!" Isiat called out as he walked past her, and heaving out a breath, she pulled herself to her feet, her little legs almost jogging to catch up behind the many tailed vulpine as he led her to his building. The air conditioned interior of the officer's quarters was like stepping through the gates of heaven, or diving into an icy cold lake in the middle of summer. She stood for a moment longer beside the vent just inside the doorway than she should have, and Isiat turned, flicking his cane just over her head into the side of the weatherboard door, slapping it shut with a loud 'Clack!' that startled her, the felines tail flicking up, fur spoofed out.

Isiat's eyes locked on Shadi for a long moment, looking at her. She was short, chubby, unfit, and her tail and ears were both far too large. She barely would have squeezed in to army regulations, and part of him was surprised she didn't fill out the sweat's she had on more. Even so, he was hardly impressed by what he saw, but every pack needed an omega, he mused to himself. Someone had to be on the bottom of every chain of command. The rolling ball of shit had to stop on someone after all...

"Why the hell did you sign up for this class Stryker?" He asked her suddenly, the bluntness of his question evidently catching her off guard. He didn't like beating around the bush anyway. Time was a commodity he didn't care to waste.

"Sir?? My father signed me up when he enrolled me here..." She responded quickly, though her tone and curious look of puzzlement made it clear she had missed the subtle undertone of his quip. She wasn't cut out for the army in any way, shape or form.

"Not what I meant. Why are YOU here? Strip down so I can get your measurements." He commanded her, setting his cane against the side of his desk at the back of the barracks building and reaching for a glass of water that was sitting atop it. "You're not army material. You wouldn't fit through the hatch on a tank. A naval vessel would probably sink with you aboard, and I fail to see how an aircraft could obtain takeoff velocity with a doughnut like you aboard, so tell me, why are you here?" He was brutal in his critique of the feline, and she looked almost ready to cry.

"Sir, I... I wanted to show my family that I could do better... My father served in Vietnam, and my mother was an army nurse..." She stammered at him, clearly trying hard to stay composed. She was taking better to his probing than that bald human rookie had. It was something at least. Maybe he could work with it...

"Well you won't be able to roll your way through an obstacle course. You need to run for that." He half-chuckled, watching the feline as she slowly pulled the matte grey trousers down, before lifting her shirt hesitantly, standing neatly before him in little more than a cute white pair of panties and her bra. When he looked at her breasts again, he almost laughed, spying the paper sticking from the rims. "And take that off. I can't measure a flat chest with an over-sized bra on."

With a hint of almost delight in his eyes, he watched the barely teenager, a meager fourteen years by her file, unclasp the bra that must have belonged to her mother for sure, her barely formed tits and nipples exposed to the chilled air of his office. He kept it at a brisk sixty Fahrenheit, but he could have told the temperature just by looking at her chest. A grin split over his muzzle as he grabbed the length of measuring tape from his desk, stretching it taut between his paws. It almost looked like she was shivering.

Shadi was shivering, but for more than one reason. The cool air against her bare skin bit like hundreds of insects, the cold seeming to soak into her very bones. But something else in her that she didn't yet quite fully understand was also making her body quake gently. Being told to strip down in such a commanding way had brought some long forgotten instinct into play, and she couldn't help but jump just slightly when his warm paw contacted with her ankle, the male stretching the length of tape up her side, hmm'ing thoughtfully.

"How often do you exercise, Stryker?" He quizzed her, and it took her far longer than it should have to think of the answer she more than knew already.

"Not very Sir. Only walks with my parents occasionally."

"Start that more frequently." He seemed to growl in her ear, his paw rubbing up the edge of her thigh as he moved upwards, his right paw bumping her arm up as he measured her torso, lower paw gently kneading it's fingers into her hip. What was he-?

"You're too short. I'll have to put in an order for a custom fit. You're not making this damned convenient for me..." He muttered, clearly somewhat irritated with his findings. He brought the cord down, wrapping it around her waist as he took a deep breath, something like a purr rumbling in his throat. Did foxes even purr? He was acting rather strange...

His fingers rubbed along the hem lines of her panties, and with an almost deliberate slowness, he slipped his index fingers beneath the band on either side, pulling the thin garment down around her knees with slow, rocking motions. "Want to get an accurate measurement. I don't make second custom orders if the first don't fit." He explained, and it made sense to Shadi, so she didn't question it. Had he done this with all the recruits?

Isiat wasn't quite sure what it was about this dumpy little lioness that had his mind reeling like it was. Perhaps it was the odd, heat-like scent radiating from her pristine little pre-teen snatch, a young and untouched aura of arousal around her, or maybe it was how her nipples were standing erect like pointed nubs from the air conditioning. He knew he would likely go to hell, prison, or both for what he was doing, but he couldn't help it.

"You know, there are other ways to pass this year of ROTC..." He murmured almost silently to her, deliberately sliding one paw between her thighs, making out as if her were simply measuring her leg's circumference with the tape reel. He could feel his pointer finger brushing just slightly against her furless little sex, and it made his sheathe throb beneath his multicam fatigues... With a cautious and slow motions, he began to brush the leathery paw pads at the tip of his finger back and forth across the line of warmth and moisture that had gathered there before he had even touched her, smearing her body's slick over you young, developing labia.

Shadi shuddered against his touch as he tightened the loop of tape around her leg, humming quietly as he tried to make it seem as though his entire attention was on collecting her measurements. With a quick flick of his wrist, he slipped the tape up around the base of the naked girl's tail, his thumb brushing up along the crack of her rump while his other digits exploringly groped at her right cheek. Her ass might have been one of the dumpy teenager's redeeming qualities, soft and plump, but perfectly rounded. He smirked, bringing his paw away from her slit so he could loop the tape around her tail.

Maybe later, he could get something out of her... Without his help after all, he doubted she would passion her own. Hell, she wouldn't even likely be able to do the obstacle course they had set up in the woods behind the school. She'd be the troop's omega, and if she wanted a hope of passing... Well, she'd find some way to persuade him no doubt.

He wrapped the tape around her chest for his last measurement, frowning as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, making the feline shiver, and certainly not from the cold. He rolled the tape back, tossing it over onto his desk as he stood, motioning for her to get re-dressed. "You're all the wrong sizes. To short, to wide, and your tail and ears are too large. I'll have to just fit you into a small/short until I can order these." He muttered, padding over to one of the lockers on the side of the room, and flicking through a stack of plastic wrapped uniforms. He pulled a pair out, and tossed them to the feline, deliberately aiming long so they landed in a pile behind her.

Before she dressed, she bent over to retrieve them, and Isiat got a good eyeful of her exposed rump and petite slit tucked away beneath her tail. He felt his cock throb again as she stood back up, finally getting to dressing herself in her PT gear once again.

"Drop those off in your foot locker, and then report back to the class. Oh, and fetch Private Thomson for me, he's next. Dismissed." He waved her away, his eyes following her shapely rump as she hurried to get out the door and away from him. Sliding down into his office chair, he sighed, resting his chin atop his paw, elbow supporting it on the desk. This year would be a most interesting one indeed...