Training (Episode 1)
#1 of The Elite
The Elite: Training (Episode 1)
by Tar (PeterJL)
***
Authors Notes:
**
This is the first episode in a series of furry/yiffy stories called The Elite. You can read the stories as you would watch a television show: any episode is viewable be many references and incidents that would be better if you read them in order.
My stories are not just yiffy; they will include the story of furry military elites. Don't worry, many incidents of sex will occur as a major theme and I will use this theme to progress the overall story, and not just for pleasure scenes.
The stories might end up being long. I don't like reading long this off of a screen, so I will try to get PDF, printable version available.
The first few (or maybe just the first one) will be slow, as I get into character development as in the beginning of a book, or the pilot of a show.
*Caution*
The overall story will include incidences like nonyiffy, yiffy, violence, male/female sex, male/male sex, female/female sex, rape, strong language, and other adult/graphic incidences.
*Enjoy*
***
Jake stopped jogging and made his way to the brick wall of the dirty alley. He pulled down his sweat pants far enough to urinate easily. The tan canine looked around cautiously as he relieved himself on the wall. His urine's pungent smell filled the calm morning air around him.
Jake jogged everyday for ten miles to keep in shape; one never knows when he needs to run like hell. He legs where buff and limber, but his upper-body was flat and weak. He was aware of this fact, but didn't care, showing off his body as he jogged without a shirt. He never cared what anyone thought, learning this from his childhood.
Shaking it out, he put his member into it's natural position and pulled up his sweats. He turned back the way he had came and continued his jogging.
Growing up in an orphanage, Jake never new any family. Nobody ever came to get him, or adopt him, so he was stuck in a loveless home. At the age of ten he decided he needed to get out, to be free and live a better life on his own. In the middle of the night, he snuck out of his room and out into the cold. He had nothing but the clothes on his back and eight hundred dollars he stole from Mrs. Gray's purse. He was living on hand-me-downs, sharing a bed, and eating decaying food, but his warden was living large.
He found an abandoned hotel, condemned long ago, but the city never bother to tear it down. Jake ran by the building he had once called home; the city still leaving the abandoned abode up. He found a cot and sheets in a closet and made room 465 his home. He found food in the ever-increasing waste bin behind a fast food restaurant. The food was backed with preservatives, it tasted better than the orphanages food.
Jake turned a corner and was on a major highway, the bustling traffic of hovercrafts were only at a trickle at this hour, but he new it was much worse later in the day.
He soon ran out of spending money, and went into petty crime: pick-pocketing, stealing from shops, and a couple of store robbing with knives. Once, when he was sixteen, he became so hungry he sold his body to a man for a warm meal. At the age of eighteen, he wanted to make something of himself and tried out for a job at a bank. The turned Jake down before he even started his interview.
This enraged Jake and he took out his anger the next night; he stored in and punched the manager in the face. Someone had called the cops and he couldn't escape easily. Hiding in the shadows, he snuck up on the cop and knocked him out. He stole his cloth and went out the back way. He was later found in his hotel room and served three years in prison, and was released on good behavior a year ago.
Jake finished his jogging and panted his way up his apartment steps. The were just affordable housing, but it worked. Inside the building, he made he was up the steps slowly to his room on the second floor. The single window in te hotel sized room faced towards a park across the street of the dwelling.
The first thing he noticed was he had a message on his phone. He pressed the button to rewind the tape, then pressed play. As the message played, he changed his clothes.
"Hello, Mr. Naceni," the static-filled tape played, "I'm Colonial Griffith, with Elite Forces and Operations and will like to have a meeting with you."
Jake stopped changing and was siting on his bed nude, shocked at the message. The EFO was the highest level of the police force; it was higher than the army! What did they want with him? The voice trailed off as it rolled off the time and whereabouts the meeting will take place. It ended with, "And you would be stupid not to go."
At first he thought he was in trouble, but the EFO would have just blown the door open and take him away or kill him where he stood. No, they wanted something with him. He would find out what tomorrow in the morning at his meeting.
He shrugged off his curiosity and put on some broken-in jeans and a holy T-shirt.
***
It was te next day, so Jake jogged his way to the meeting place. He was just in his sweat pants, like usual. They called him, so why should he be formal? He made the meeting into his daily routine, jogging the five miles there, then he'll jog back.
The place was a massive building: stretching a full city block wide and eight stories tall. Jake widened his eyes at seeing the building, but didn't hesitate his pace. He jogged through the glass doors and metal detectors of the establishment and straight to the front desk.
"...Hello..." Jake panted, "I have...a meeting..."
"Yes," the secretary, a young female fox with a shining, flowing tale, cut in. "And your name is?"
"Jake Naceni."
"Yes, the Colonial will see you now. He will see you in room 155, that's to the right and the last room at the end."
"Thank you."
As he turned to his right and started to walk away the secretary called out, "Going for that casual look, huh?"
***
"Welcome, Mr. Naceni, please have a seat," Col. Griffith greeted Jake as he open the door. The room was small, a little to small for the muscular griffin setting at the table in an "informal" uniform.
He walked over to the chair in front of the table. An uncomfortable section of silence followed as they stared at each other, waiting from them to make the first word. Jake scratched at his chest fur.
"Been jogging?" the Colonial asked.
"Yeah. This is the time I usually do it, so I jogged here."
"Too bad. How many miles?"
"Five. Can we cut the shit out now and tell me why I'm here?"
"I saw you four years ago, and I'm recruiting you to be an Elite."
"Where did you see me?"
"At the bank, when you had that assault charge."
"If you wanted me so bad, then why didn't you get me out of prision?"
"You're so naive," Griffith laughed. "You had a twenty year sentence. You spent three years in minimum security, then you got out without even parol! Do you think you got out for good behavior?"
Jake became curious, rubbing his chin with his paw, "That's what they said."
"You got spunk, and that's what I want. You will live here for the next few days so you can train and try for a shot at making the Elites."
***
A group of furs took all of Jake's possessions from his room and moved it to his new room in the EFO building. All housings were on the second floor and Jake got room 243.
Jake spent the time after the meeting in the gym on the third floor. He worked on his abs and arms, trying to tone up for the tests. By the end of the first day he was too sore to do anything and went straight to bed.
The next day was the day of training and testing. It would last for a week, but this is first impressions. He walked up to the gym in his sweat pants, but it was closed. A note on the door told all recruits to go next door for training.
A large padded mate covered the ground of that room. Four furs stood at the back of the room, and the griffin stood at attention at the front.
"Welcome, Jake," he said. "Everyone, I would like you to meet Jake, a canine. Jake, these are Kate, the horse; Bill, the unicorn; Kali, the kangaroo' and Jeff, the feline."
They waved at him and he waved back. Kali, the roo, caught his eye. She wore a sports bra, that did justice to her ample breasts, and short board shorts that showed off her elegant pouch and muscular legs and tail. Her abs were well defined and firm. She had neck length black hair tied up behind her head. She caught him staring and winked at him. They both smiled as he got in line.
"There are five of you, and, yes, all of you can get in if you're good enough. Everyone who passes will be on the same force. I will pick a scout, a captain, a bombs and weapons expert, and two rear guards. We already have a weapons expert, so I doubt everyone here will get to be an Elite."
Jake tensed; he wanted to be an Elite, but he had never even thought about until two days ago. He was just glad someone wanted him, and maybe he could final have a family.
"First thing's first. Hand to hand combat skills. Kali and Kate are a group; so is Jake and Bill; and Jeff and me, don't worry, I'll be easy on you."
Everyone made their way to their partner, spacing out for enough room to fight. Bill was a white unicorn with many tiny black spots all over and a medium blue horn. He was nude except for some gym shorts, which showed off his muscular body.
"Okay, this match will be determined with wrestling rules: first one pinned to the mate or knocked out loses," Col. Griffith.
Bill got into fighting position, but Jake stood limp, keeping himself limber. Without warning, the unicorn struck forth. Jake let him come forward, then at the last possible second, he tightened his muscles and swung his fist around. At the same time he hit Bill in the center of his long face, Bill stuck him in his side.
Both combatants were knocked backwards. Jake noticed Bill was still stunned and took the opportunity; he forced him to the ground on all fours and swung his legs around, sweep kicking the 'corn and knocking him to the mate.
Jake exploded himself back up, and Bill turned himself around, sticking his ass in the air. Jake knew exactly what this meant. He lunged to the ground and rolled forward as the hooves from Bill's buck-kick missed and went flying over his head. Jake rolled until he hit Bill's arms, the unicorn's only support fro the ground.
Bill fell head first onto the mate, which wasn't nearly as soft as it should have been. Jake turned himself over and planted his ass on the ground, legs pointed towards Bill's head. He used all of his leg's strength and snapped both legs into Bill's head, narrowly missing the horn.
The canine mutt quickly flipped over and got on his feet. He looked down and saw the unicorn, who was a good two feet bigger than himself, on the ground unconscious.
He smiled to himself as he looked around the room. The griffin had already pinned the feline the ground. The 'roo was still fighting the horse, but was obviously winning.
Kali kicked her assailant and pinned her to the ground in one graceful motion, concluding the matches.
"Okay, good, everyone," the colonial said. "Excellent fighting, but I did see some moves that were too thought out. Thinking leads to death in this business. You need to go with you instincts. I saw Jake, over there, do that when he kicked Bill on the floor."
Bill started to regain consciousness, pulling his hand to hold his head.
"In a street fight that would have been despicable," he went on. "But in life, it can save you a hell of a lot of pain. I've already decided who gets what position; you just have to prove to me I made the right one. The training will continue for a couple of days, or until I decide I've seen enough. You are dismissed until further notice."
Everyone got up and headed for the door.
***
Jake had just jumped out of the shower, wearing nothing but a towel, when he notice who had come into his room. Kali said patiently on the edge of his bed in her sports bra and board shorts. She had her fit, trim, beautiful legs crossed.
"Hello?" he said to her.
"Hi, the door was unlocked so I invited myself in," the 'roo explained herself.
"Okay, cool."
"Yeah, I saw the way you looked at me and didn't think you'd mind."
"Not at all," he smiled and sat down next to her on the bed.
"I have to say, I love your body," she ran her paw across his chest. He loved the gentle touch of another fur. He loved her touch. "You have subtle muscles. Some furs have too much muscles, but you did it right. Even if you get a little more muscles, you'll still be very cute."
"Thank you so much," she was still rubbing his chest, Jake moved in close to her and kissed her gentle on her lips.
He lend back, but she came with him, kissing him with passion. She moved on top of him as he excitedly kissed her back. He pushed himself farther onto the bed, pulling his legs up. His paws yearned to touch her flesh; he fondled at her back, unhooking her bra. She rolled her shoulders and arms, removing the article altogether.
He rolled over and on top of the 'roo. She placed her hands underneath his tented towel and ripped it off. He pawed at her shorts, eventually taken them off.
He kissed passionately at her lips, then moving slowly down her neck. He fire burned as he made his way down to her breasts, mouthing at her nipples as she moaned in his intensity. He placed his muzzle between her firm breasts as he arced his back and thrust his body forward, penetrating her soft, inviting hole. He moved so he could kiss her face, lips, and neck.
He pushed on further, penetrating his swelling cock into her wet pussy. He mouthed at her nose and arced his ass back and forth. The 'roo moaned with pleasure with each thrust. Each thrust she moaned loader, pushing up as he pushed down. She clawed at the bed as she let out a moan.
His emotions flared as he pushed in farther and harder. He kissed her neck as he reached his orgasm, releasing those emotions into her. Kali gave out a few extra fiery moans as Jake pulled out of her.
He stared into her beautiful brown eyes before he rolled onto his side, still staring at her. She turned to her side too, reaching over and rapping her arms around him. He did likewise, taking as much of this moment in his memory as he could. He never wanted this moment to end.
***
It was the next day and everyone stood at attention around the training room. The colonial stood in the middle of the room, giving the directions for that days exercise.
"This is just like the exercise yesterday, except different. It's a free for all. The last one standing wins. Go!"
He ran off the mate and everyone took a step forward. Eyes glaring at each other, waiting for the first move. Jake took a step forward and Bill, who was next to him, compensated by taking two. Jake ran three steps forward, then one quick, diagonal step to his side. He slammed into the unicorns chest, knocking the wind out of him, and forcing him to the ground. Jake punched him in the side of the head.
Jake felt the presence of someone behind him and bucked them with one foot. He felt his foot hit a face; the fur must have been going in to flip him. He turned around and saw Kali on the ground, slowly getting up.
"Don't kick my girl!" Bill yelled and tried to get up.
Jake saw him and new right off what he meant. A quick burst of anger flew through him and he let some out by forcing his foot into the unicorn's gonads. Bill doubled over in pain, holding his balls.
Jake saw the cat out of the corner of his eye and thrust his arm outward. Jeff was running over too fast and was meeting by a crack of his neck when he was stopped suddenly. The cat fell to the ground, dead before he hit the mat.
The sound of clapping filled the room as two medics ran to the cat. Jake controlled his rage and walk to the wall. He looked around and saw that Jeff had already downed the light brown horse.
"Very good, everyone," the griffin boomed. "I will make my announcement now: Jeff will obviously not be with us; Jake is our scout; Bill will be the captain; Kali will be first rear guard; and Kate, the second. You will be able to be called for duty starting next week, so train yourselves and get to know each other."
"What about training?" Kate called out.
"This was your training."
***
Jake meet Kali outside the EFO building. He couldn't believe she tried to use him; she was the first person he cared about in a long time and she treated him like shit.
"How could you?" he asked bluntly when he reached her.
"I thought I would be able to win," she said. "But don't take it the wrong way, I used everyone."
"Even Kate?"
"Even Kate."
He gave her a look of curiosity crossed with acceptance.
"And, no fooling this time, you were the best."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes: Bill was way too big and I ended up giving him head; Jeff just gave my oral copulation; Kate, well, you can't do much with a chick without the right tool; but you, you really gave me something to remember."
She turned and walked away, looking back to Jake only once. She may have treated him like shit, but he still looked fondly in her direction.
***
The End.
*Do not alter *
**Please, distribute to other furs**
***
Look for the second episode of The Elite, coming soon. More action, more sex, more yiff, more surprises.