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Hauling Ass, Ramming Ass

Part 1

For HandofBlades

By Draconicon

Corporal Henry Banning climbed into his orbital drop pod and waited for the inevitable. The rest of his squad were loaded into theirs, either at his sides or across the way. Already, the distracting buzz of pleasure through the implants in his nervous system was starting to kick in, boosting the arousal that was a low-level constant for every member of the newly-minted AFB, or Ass-Fucker Brigades. The panda's cock started throbbing between his legs, rising and then being collected into a suction tube for the drop.

It was all part of the system to keep them from getting too amped up on their own adrenaline on the way down to the planet, something to keep them from reaching their peak too early. A little edging, a little teasing, just to -

THUMP!

Henry gritted his teeth as the pod rocketed free of the ship. Four others boosted free, all but invisible as they were launched from their dropship. He leaned forward, looking through the porthole at the world below. Blue spears of light lanced up from the planet below, darting this way and that. The vast majority of them were aimed at the ships orbiting the planet, but some of the smaller ones aimed for the drop pods that were falling towards the planet.

He watched one take the pod no less than five meters away, watched as blue lightning arced across the outside of the pod. In another implant in his ear, the one that let him hear his squad chattering away, one voice turned to helpless moans, followed by a scream of pleasure that turned into unconscious breathing.

The rest of the squad laughed.

"Looks like they got Benny. Well, more ass for us, right?" Jameson called over the mic.

"Cut the chatter, guys," Henry grunted, resting his hands against the sides of his pod, feeling the milking tube amping up its attention in response to the adrenaline spike he had from the near-miss. "We don't want them tracking our signals."

"Yeah? Who says that those limp-dick assholes can hit us again? That was probably a lucky - OHHHHH FUCK!"

And that was Jameson gone. He watched the pod spiral out of the drop cycle, the guidance systems knocked out by the arcing blue light. He'd live when he came down, the safety features of the pod would see to that, but he'd be hopeless for any combat today.

The chatter stopped, and the rest of the fall was made in near-silence, safe for the occasional grunt and moan of pleasure. The panda corporal leaned back in his pod, settling his bare feet against the floor, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for them to break through the lower atmosphere. In the meantime, he took inventory.

Like the rest of the AFB, Henry had been equipped with a number of different implants to amp up his already-considerable libido and physical strength. Several adreno-boosters were lodged near his heart and lungs, with others in strategic places around his biceps, quads, and along the core of his body. The implant at the base of his skull sent pleasure up and down his body, forcing him into a state of arousal no matter how tense, nervous, scared, or horrified he might get, while the implant in his ear and running down almost to his brain kept feeding him information about the world around him, giving him a better picture of where he was, and the state of his squad.

As for equipment, there wasn't much. The AFB were all outfitted with a cock ring that allowed them to project a field around their dick so that they didn't get diseased from targets that were fighting 'dirty', and they had a small projector around their assholes to keep them from being immediately vulnerable from behind. The power for both came from a belt they wore, feeding into little circuit lines and wires that were implanted beneath the skin. Higher-ranking officers and special forces had little electro-dispensers in their fingers, allowing for e-stim while fucking, but Henry was just a corporal. He didn't have that yet.

The pod shook again, the floor heating up under his feet, and he knew that they were about to hit ground. He braced for impact, thrusting his arms out to his sides, and the pod filled with a black ooze, latex forming a firm, giving shell around him seconds before the bottom of the pod hit the ground.

It was barely enough, but that was the military for you: never more than what was needed.

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The Ass-Fucker Brigades were just one part of the new military branches ordered by the Galactic Congress. Ever since the passing of the Non-Lethal Wartime Protocols, something that every intelligent species in the Congress - and outside of it, for that matter - was forced to agree to after the Dimensional Breach, different styles of warfare had been attempted. Whether it was something akin to a wider-spread Diplomatic Corp, or a war-drone force, or gladiatorial representation, however, all of them had failed. Something about it never working or fitting for a majority of the species represented in the Congress.

However, there was one thing that they were all compatible with. Some might be better at talking, some might be better at fighting, or seduction, or hiding, or any number of other skills, but all could admit that they could find common ground in the most physical 'congress' of all.

That was how the traditional military had been scrapped in favor of the new Fornication Branches, as the top brass called them. The rest of the military just called them the Fuck Forces, and Corporal Henry Banning was no exception.

He wasn't worried for the rest of his squad. Another guy - Jenson - had been hit on the way down, which left him with just himself and Private Avery when they hit ground. The neural over-stim shots that had taken out the other pods would have Benny, Jameson, and Jenson spasming in perpetual orgasms for the next twelve hours, possibly longer if the medics didn't get to them in time, but they'd be fine.

He and Avery, however, had their own missions.

Once the latex de-solidified and drained, the panda kicked the door out of his pod. It landed fifteen feet away, and he shook his head as he stepped out. The ground sunk beneath his feet, and he could tell that they'd landed not far from the target. Jungle rose around them, the air thick, the ground wet, just past a thunderstorm.

"Avery, you copy?" he asked as he dragged himself out of the pod.

"Copy, sir. Just getting out of my pod now."

He nodded, his implant feeding him the private's position. Sixty meters south, and -

A whine filled the air, and Henry threw himself away from the pod as fast as he could. The adreno-boosters in his legs threw him further than the old style of soldiers ever could. Now that the warriors on the battlefield weren't going to die, the military felt a need to invest more money into each soldier to ensure that they were the best they could be for as long as they could be. The lack of expendable-ness meant that each soldier's value jumped quickly.

He hit mud and slid, the brown goo sticking to his fur and staining him, but it was a price worth paying. The mortar that went flying overhead hit the ground with a squelch rather than an explosion, exploding around his pod with metal chains tipped with miniature boosters. They wrapped around everything, exploding into semi-intelligent bondage.

That was a little too close. Someone had been tracking his fall, alright, and they'd known just where he hit. Hopefully, they'd think that was good enough to catch him.

He got to his feet and started running for Avery's position. Mud squelched between his toes and sweat was already running down the back of his neck. His cock, forced hard by the constant arousal fed into his spine and nervous system, swayed back and forth between his legs, bobbing, dripping, bobbing, dripping, swinging cock slime all over the place as he ran along.

Training had covered how to run with a hard-on, thankfully, as well as how to not crush your balls when they were bouncing back and forth between your legs on a trot like this.

It was clear that the mortar had tried to pin Avery, too, but the other panda had managed to keep from being caught, just like him. The private looked up at his approach, nodded, and he helped the other panda up from the ground.

"Ready to fuck some ass, Private?" he asked.

"You know it, sir."

"Come on. Let's show those hyenas what it means to fuck with the big guys."

Their implants worked in tandem, both of them getting the same targeting information from the bigger ships still in orbit. Their eventual target was a bunker that was coordinating the over-stim shots that were taking out most of their fighters and landing craft, with a secondary target being the officer that was commanding it. It was just over a half-kilometer to the north, and that meant running through more trees, and probably more enemy defenses. Henry flicked through the map the ships had managed to scan down in his head, and nodded to himself. He pointed off to the north-east, and he and Avery set off in the direction of one of the defensive trenches.

There wasn't much of a briefing as to why they were here. The lower ranks never got much of the mission intel beyond what their objective was. All Corporal Banning knew was that they were here specifically to knock a hole in the orbital defense to allow the panda forces to come down in full force to start the ground battle. The overall reason why they were fighting the hyenas? Fuck if he knew. Something about the hyenas trying to take out the red panda consortium or something along those lines. They were here to take the hyenas down, and that was all a member of the AFB needed to know.

As they ran through the jungle, they were both affected by the chemical deterrents in the air. Henry covered his muzzle as he ran, feeling the pheromones and aphrodisiacs that were already fighting against the air strainers that had been fitted into his throat. There was something new there, so it was still affecting him, making him run hotter than he liked. His cock throbbed, his balls churned, and he could feel both of them pushing for attention.

The hyenas must have been working hard on getting their chemical weapons stronger. Those air strainers had been top of the line when they were installed, guaranteed against everything. Looked like the hyenas had been working even harder.

They found the trench a few minutes later and hopped in. Avery sunk down up to his ankles, and as Henry pulled him free of the gunk, two hyenas rounded the corner just up ahead.

It was a moment of shock for both sides. The hyenas were dressed differently than he and Avery, their cocks covered, hidden behind a sheath of black leather - something done for the visual effect, he was sure - and their asses exposed. They were both more on the limber side than he was used to seeing hyenas as, and they were the first to recover. They charged, leaping through the air and spreading their legs in their pounce.

"Full Moons!"

He threw Avery forward, sending the other panda sliding through the mud, and he threw himself to the side. He dodged one of the hyenas, but the other grabbed him around the neck, dragging him to the ground. Hitting the muck with a grunt, he felt the bitch already reaching around, grabbing his balls, fondling his cock, and the heady, musky reek of a hyena bitch filled his nose.

Fuck...

The hyena pushed back just enough to tickle the head of his cock with a wrinkled pucker, trying to get him inside. Tingling fingers rubbed against his chest, little electro-shocks trying to tease him through his fur, to get his nipples hard, trying to shock in just the right spot to disable the adreno-boosters that would give him the strength to fight back.

Fuck if that was going to happen.

The panda grunted, thrusting his hips up with all the force that he could muster, and as a corporal in the AFB, that was considerable. The hyena went flying over his head, hitting the trench wall, and the panda rolled himself to his feet.

Avery was already busy grappling the other Full Moon soldier, throwing the slut back against the trench wall further on. He left the private to that and focused on his own target.

He caught the punch coming his way, twisted the hyena's arm, and then shoved him back against the dirt wall. The mud and slime of the rainy, muddy area was soaking into both their fur, and his feet squelched against the mud under him, almost making him lose his footing before he got into position behind the Full Moon soldier.

Every species had a different name for them. Some called them Full Moons, some called them Cum Catchers, some called them the Bitch Brigades, but they all served the same purpose. They were trained to take cock, to use their asses to milk the AFB and drain them before they could hit the main lines, and to disable any 'shock troop' classifications that they could. They weren't main-line soldiers, meant more as scouts and ambush troops.

If the ambush got fucked, though, they were easy to handle. Like now.

Henry wasted no time. His implant fed him an initial scan that informed him that the hyena wasn't diseased, and that was good enough for him. He rammed in, his cock immediately clenched upon by the modified, 'improved' asshole of the hyena, milked automatically, but before the inner walls could really start playing with him, he started thrusting.

Hard.

The first ram was something that all AFB soldiers were taught to perfect, something that was meant to disrupt the way that the enemy thought, something to break their concentration and put the advantage in their court. It was at once brutal and pleasurable, their cock angled so that it hit the prostate perfectly, just like a warrior of old might have aimed for the vital organs with a knife. Slam in, hit the pleasure point, and then -

SMACK!

A good spank to jostle the mind, to bring pleasure and indignation at the same time. The hyena gasped under him, the automatic functions of the modified hole not enough to distract the corporal. He kept the other soldier pinned to the wall, humping away, his hips drumming out a rhythm similar to an old machine gun, pumping and squelching rather than rat-tat-tatting, but no less powerful.

Pump, pump, pump he went, not giving the hyena the chance to start collecting himself and fighting back. Each time that he slammed in up to the hilt, he felt the hyena seize up, stiffening, gasping.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," he grunted, ramming in as the implants fed him the adrenaline to pick up the speed, to be stronger, harder, rougher. He jammed the hyena's face into the mud wall, holding him there, fucking his ass so hard that he knew that there'd be bruises left behind afterward. "Fuck you!"

Avery was shouting something similar further down the trench, not that he was paying much attention to that. The whole thing was to bring down the hyenas, to knock them down and clear the way to the bunker itself. In, out, in, out, his balls slapping against the hyena's sac in a way meant to bring about a feeling of less-ness, to know that they were under someone else. The AFB was meant to fuck someone right into submission, and that was exactly what they were doing.

It didn't take more than five minutes before both Full Moon soldiers were gasping for breath, their tongues hanging out, their eyes rolling back. Whatever implants they had were completely overwhelmed, because their inner walls were no longer clenching down, no longer trying to defend the hyenas from the ass-fuck or turn it around. They were going limp, their legs pushing down, going up on tiptoe. Their tails flagged off to the sides like good little sluts, and then -

"NNNNNGH!"

Henry's cock-slut moaned, cumming hard from the anal onslaught, and the hyena slumped against the mud wall, all but unconscious. He pulled out slowly, huffing and puffing as he felt the sensations running down his spine slowing down, the implant pulling him back from the edge ever so slightly.

That was the hard part. In Fornication Combat, as it was called, all soldiers were pushed right to the razor's edge. The hornier they were, the harder they fought and the harder they fucked. Training involved constant teasing and denial to maintain that edge, like keeping animals on the verge of starvation to increase their aggression and urge to do the terrible things that they once did in the arenas.

However, that was the downside. When they did finally cum, they were rendered almost unconscious, and sometimes actually unconscious. That was why the AFB tended to be sent in as waves of assault troops; they were the sort of fighters that went in, blew their load, and collapsed, breaking holes for other people to go through. Henry was one of the rare soldiers in the AFB that could go for more than one round, but he didn't like doing it if he didn't have to.

Avery was on the verge of pushing his hyena over the edge, too, and the other panda looked like he was going to blow his load if he wasn't careful. The corporal walked down the trench, grabbing the other panda by the arm and giving him a warning squeeze.

"Hold it."

"Nnngh..."

"Hold!"

"Yes...sir!"

The Full Moon soldier came, and Avery all but threw the slut across the trench afterward, yanking him from his dick. The private groaned under his breath, the pair of them commiserating silently over their mutual blue balls before continuing through the trench. They had a job to do, and dealing with blue balls wasn't it.

Along the way, they found several different control consoles, probably linked to the different scanning dishes that were present along the surface. Henry shut down the ones with obvious buttons, and smashed the ones without. Avery did the same to the ones that he found. It seemed to do something, at least. His implant activated, and he got a better picture of the bunker coming up.

There were more troops waiting for them there, and not just Full Moons this time. These were the front-line fighters of the hyenas, the Prostate Pounders, and unlike with pandas, there were males, females, and more at the door to the bunker.

"Corporal?" Avery asked.

"One second..."

The implant fed him another bit of information, something that he was glad to see. Another wave of reinforcements, more of the AFB, were coming down just ahead of his position. The panda nodded.

"We're getting more men. And we're gonna need them."

"That bad?"

"Twenty enemy Prostate Pounders."

"Fuck."

"Yeah, no kidding."

He rubbed his ass. The power source on his belt might be good for a few thrusts, something to dissuade the average fucker for a few seconds, but not enough to keep them from fucking him eventually. He was going to take it up the ass, and he'd need to be ready for it.

"You ever get ass-fucked, private?" he asked.

"Once, by the drill sergeant."

"Heh. How'd you like it?"

"I told him thank-you, sir."

"Well, if they get their hands on you, you'll be saying more than thank-you, private. And you better hope that it's a male."

"Sir?"

"The females can keep going a lot longer than the males."

A boom split the air, and that was the end of their conversation. Two dozen pods came rocketing down, though at least six of them were hit with more of the over-stim shots before they came anywhere close to the trenches. Henry and Avery hit the dirt as they came down, slamming into the muck and covering their heads.

Boom, boom, boom. The pods hit and shook the earth with the force of their landing. More whines filled the air, and Henry shoved Avery forward.

"Time to move."

They ran through the chain-mortar fire, dodging the explosions that hit the ground above the trench and the occasional explosion that hit behind them, throwing up mud and more into the air. The binding chains went flying all over the place, and of the pandas that came out of their pods, three more were hit before they could get clear of the bombardment.

Henry joined up with the new forces, roaring with them as they ran up from the trench towards the beginning of the bunker. The Prostate Pounders waited for them, standing with sure smiles.

Smiles that should have stopped him, he realized later.

Their only warning was a sudden hiss, and then the air was filled with a yellow gas, thick and warm and, worse, filled with the same aphrodisiacs that the battlefield had been soaked with since their arrival. Henry breathed it in and almost came on the spot, his cock jerking forward, veins popping on either side, his balls feeling like they were suddenly swelling up with extra seed. Every breath made it worse, and he wasn't the only panda affected by it. He could hear some of the other Ass-Fuckers hitting the ground, cumming their brains out from one breath.

Henry stumbled, bumping against another panda for a moment, then was taken almost off his feet by one of the Prostate Pounders lunging through the gas.

"Thought you could just take it that easily, panda?" the hyena growled in his ear. "Well, you're going to have to get through us, first."

It was not the same as fighting the Full Moon soldier. They were almost matched muscle to muscle, and that was with him using the adreno-boosters in his arms and legs. He gritted his teeth, grappling with the hyena as the gas burned in his nose, the thick pheromones making his cock throb hard, twitching, dripping to the ground. His balls felt like anvils between his legs, so full and heavy that he wasn't sure that he could move without slamming them into something.

He was forced to move, though. The hyena shoved him, and he stumbled backwards, bare feet sliding through the mud, grinding into it, the ooze pushing between his toes as he was shoved back.

In the yellow mist, he could just make out his attacker. The hyena in question was scarred down one eye, probably the remnants of an old fight that had gotten too rough. His throat bulged a bit on one side, an illegal modification more than likely, something to command others and make them listen. Pheromones combined with voice modulation to make one sound more intimidating, more in command.

"Bend over, bitch," the hyena growled.

"...Not...happening," the corporal grunted back.

"I said, bend over."

He felt a twinge through his asshole, something that made him want to bend, something that made him curious how it would feel, but he shook his head again. No matter how much he was pushed, that wasn't to happen.

The other males, however, weren't doing so well. He saw another five go down, taking hyena cock and pseudo-penis up their assholes, while the others wrestled and fought against the Prostate Pounders as best they could. Twenty-four had been knocked to eighteen by the defensive shots, then down to fifteen with the bondage shells, which meant that only ten of the fighters - twelve, with him and Avery - were doing any good against the Prostate Pounders.

And that meant that there were hyenas free to -

"NNNNGH!"

A sudden thrust knocked the breath from his lungs as he was suddenly taken from behind, a deep slam right into his ass followed by a pair of breasts pressing against his back. He shivered, panting hard as a new pair of hands reached down, gripping his cock. Feminine, but not quite female, he realized, feeling something dripping into his asshole afterward.

Herm, he thought, his hands struggling as he fought to keep his grip on the other hyena, knowing that if he let go, he'd be double-teamed, perhaps even double-penetrated, and he wouldn't be able to take that.

Hissing as he got stroked as well as fucked, he started to slump forward. The hyena in front of him smirked.

"That's it. Just give in, little bitch."

The voice modulator made the command a lot more reasonable than it should have been. Even knowing that it was due to all the pheromones in the air around him, it took more willpower than it should have to keep himself on his feet, to keep fighting. Henry glanced around, saw that his men were fighting as hard as they could. Some had managed to flip a hyena on their back and started fucking them, and some were pinned under a hyena woman that had decided to try their cocks before fucking them.

They were lucky.

The male leaned in, clicking his jaw, as the herm gripped him from behind, rubbing his cock, kissing his neck.

"Just cum, slut," she whispered. "Then you can enjoy life as a dildo for some lucky female..."

"Nnngh..."

"Yeah, and a cock sleeve for us when they're not in season," his opponent growled at him.

"Yeah...you know...you know what?" Henry panted. "Fuck...that!"

He'd been holding off on using the adreno-boosters in his chest. One was stable, two was sufficiently dangerous for an untrained male. Three was pushing your luck, even when you had been trained to take it.

He needed the boost, though. Three adreno-boosters activated at once, making his heart race, his lungs pulse, and his entire body suddenly burned with energy that needed to be spent.

With a roar, he thrust the hyena male forward, knocking him off his feet. The Prostate Pounder hit the ground, hard, but before he could roll himself up, Henry followed him down, gripping him by the ankles and throwing him into a mating press, slamming his cock right up that hole.

As the hyena male screamed, he bit off a groan of his own, feeling the herm follow him down. She gripped him from behind, chuckling.

"So, you have some fight. Let's see if you cum first, or he does."

She started pounding him, his untrained asshole unable to take it so easily as the Full Moons had taken his. It didn't help that she was bigger than them, too, harder, stiffer in his hole. Each thrust ground right over his prostate, though there was less focus on the overall stiffness and hardness of each thrust. There was less of that constant pounding, more of a slow grinding and focusing just on his prostate.

It was the only saving grace he had, in all honesty.

As she rammed in, taking her time to rub right over his prostate every time, it gave him a break from the raw feeling of domination that he would have been getting from his own style of pounding. It would take longer, and that meant that he could focus on the hyena under him. He pulled his hips back and slammed in again, making the Prostate Pounder gasp under him, arching his back against the ground, curling his toes. Clean toes, too. Made the panda wonder if the hyenas had been harvesting their own sweat and other stuff for the pheromone and aphrodisiac production.

Would explain how they were able to make an antidote for themselves, or why they weren't as affected by it.

He thrust forward, then felt the herm thrust into him. She wasn't quite destroying his rhythm, but she was making it harder, making it more difficult for him to build up the speed that he needed for what he wanted to do. In, out, in, stop. In, out, stop. In, out, in, out, stop. Each time she did that, he had to start over again, and he could feel his cock throbbing in response to the slow prostate massage he was getting.

He growled, the rest of the world drowned out around him as his body became an inferno of need, of lust. The objective to take the bunker was slowly fading away, leaving him with just the urge to rut, to fuck, to use the holes around him. He slammed down, feeling his balls slowly rising, unable to help himself as he felt his cock oozing pre-cum.

"Ha...ha...ha..."

"Mmm, sounds like someone's getting close," the hyena herm teased him from behind, gripping his hips. "Maybe I should push you the rest of the - ulk!"

And just like that, her cock popped out of his ass. He grunted at the sudden departure, at the way that his hole felt loose and sloppy from how much pre-cum that she'd left in him, but without that other body fucking up his rhythm, he was able to focus properly. He looked down at the hyena under him, and he grinned.

"Who's the bitch now?"

SLAM!

The hyena arched his back, barking and howling at the sudden shock to the system, but that was only the start. He jackhammered into the spotted bitch under him, slamming in again and again, bending the other officer in half as he fucked into that hole. In, out, in, out, finally getting the speed and power that he wanted, breaking that hole in with every thrust, feeling his abs working, his hips slamming down again and again. He was working up a sweat again, dripping down on the hyena, replacing that musky smell with his own body.

In, out, in, out, feeling those ass cheeks clenching against him, feeling the stiffening, the twitching, the spasms of little cramps as the hyena was held in a position that wasn't what he wanted. He was made to take it, made to feel every inch of that thick panda dick going in, rutting that hole and using it but good.

The hyena came, not once, but twice by the time that Henry was done, and the panda huffed as he pulled out, his cock twitching, begging for release. He gripped it at the base, activating the secondary function of the cock ring at the base of his shaft. It sealed his shaft, giving it a dose of chemicals that would temporarily numb it, allowing it to calm down a little for the rest of the mission. It only lasted for five minutes, but it would be enough to give him the chance to recover. He just hoped he wouldn't need it later.

As he looked around, he saw that the rest of the unit had been all but decimated. The hyenas were down, yes, but of the fifteen men that had charged the bunker with him, only three were still standing. A glance back showed him that Avery was up, too, but only barely. His private was on shaky legs, barely holding himself together, and shaking from head to toe as he strained to hold himself back.

He reached over and tapped Avery's ring, making sure that it fed him the same sort of calming chemicals that his own was doing.

"Anyone here higher than a corporal?" Henry asked.

Nobody stepped forward.

"Well, looks like I'm still in charge. Hang on."

The implant fed him what intel they had, suitable for the commanding officer of the mission. Fuck if that was a thing that he wanted, but that was the way that things worked in the military. You got handed a mess, and you did what you could with it.

The facility itself was not staffed by much. It was largely automated, and the Prostate Pounder unit that they'd just fought was most of the security that they had. The commanding officer, another hyena - a female, more than likely, with their matriarchy - was still unaccounted for, and there were reports of different species that had been brought here under hyena chemical control, but other than that, it was just the automated defenses left, and under the Non-Lethal Wartime Protocols, those had been neutered to a great degree.

Looked like the mission might just end up a success after all.

"Alright. No more reinforcements after that last drop. We're on our own until we take down the bunker. Now, if I catch anyone getting caught in a bondage trap, I'll personally fuck you right into your commanding officer's room and make you moan out your stupidity to them when this is done. Now, follow me, keep sharp, and let's break this bitch."

The End

Summary: Henry Banning, corporal of the Ass-Fucker Brigades, is on a mission to take a defense bunker from the hyenas and secure a landing zone for panda forces. Let's see how the fuck fighting goes.

Tags: M/M, M/H/M, panda, hyena, musk, aphrodisiacs, sci-fi, anal, nudity, cock ring, orgasm, cum, fucked silly, fucked unconscious, military, mud, barefoot, muscles, potential series,