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Hauling Ass, Ramming Ass

Part 2

For HandofBlades

By Draconicon

The targeting facility was all but unmanned on the inside, and Corporal Henry Banning had never been more grateful to not have to fight the enemy than he was at that moment. He breathed out a slow sigh of relief. Slow, specifically, to avoid huffing in any more of the musk and defensive gasses that had spilled inside after the battle at the front door. The hyena musk that was mixed with the aphrodisiac gasses was a powerful thing, and his cock had only barely gone from hypersensitive to mostly sensitive.

He walked at the head of the AFB that survived, flicking his eyes from one part of the wall to another. In a hyena base, just about anything could turn out to be a gas trap or some way for them to use their mastery of chemistry and bio-warfare against an attacker. That was why they didn't have to staff them with much in the way of infantry. They could do what they wanted with mechanization.

Well, most of the time.

"Third panel before the turn," Henry said, pointing out one that was just slightly off. "Looks like it's got a loose spring."

"Got it, sir."

Avery went down to all fours, crawling along the ground. The panda scanned the floor, looking over the different links between the wall panels before he came to a stop. He held up a thumbs-up, confirming what Henry had expected. There was a tripwire of some sort waiting for them further up the hallway, and that would have set something off.

The pandas behind him were antsy, and no surprise. They were all trying to shrug off the effects of the Prostate Pounder ambush that they'd run into, and they were all more than wound up. They weren't allowed to get off until the end of the battle, and that meant that they were more than blue-balled at the moment.

Even he was. He reached back and fondled his balls, feeling how they hung so heavy between his legs, how they wanted to blow their load right then and there. He shook his head, pulling his hand back before it could go up to his cock and start causing trouble. Last thing he needed was to start jerking off in the corridor.

"Disassembled," Avery muttered.

He looked up and nodded. The panel had been pulled back, revealing a pump on the other end. Avery had plugged it with a few bits and bobs from under the panel, and while it wasn't a perfect dismantling and blockage, it was better than nothing.

"Move," he muttered, and the pandas did.

They ran into no less than four other traps of the same sort, each one waiting to flood the halls with the aphrodisiac gasses. The more they passed, the more that he wondered how many hyenas were actually left. There couldn't be many if they were hiding out for this long. Probably the commanding officer, now that he thought about it, and maybe one or two other Full Moon soldiers. They'd be waiting towards the core of the base.

There was a buzz through his implant, and he held his hand, stopping the squad. He pressed the other hand to his head.

"Corporal Banning."

"You better have a good reason why the targeting center isn't down yet. We're losing fighters up here by the squadron."

"Working on it, sir."

"Working on it?"

"We've cleared most of the facility, but we're having slow going with all the traps. Hyenas don't play fair."

"Hurry it up. Can't be much left by now."

"Fast or dangerous, sir? Can't do both."

"Just get it done."

The call ended, and he shook his head. The higher-ups in the Imperium were always going to be a pain. They wanted things done and they wanted them done now, just like they were done in the court back on the home planet.

Not that that happened either, but that was the illusion of Imperial supremacy.

"Orders?" Avery asked.

"Keep moving. We know what we're looking for now, so pick up the pace a little, but keep your eyes peeled."

Thankfully, the traps in the hallways didn't diversify the further in they went. They were always gas traps, and they were always set to go off when someone that was a non-hyena tripped the laser scanner at foot level. All it took was a metal block for the laser - something that would happen on a day-to-day basis, anyway - and they were able to pass by unharmed.

However, the base was extensive, and that meant that they were taking longer to get to the core than they should. The many wrong guesses that they kept making at the turns meant that they ended up going to the barracks, or to the armory, or other parts of the base that, while important, were not the reason that they were there. The longer that they took to find the core and the base leader, the longer that the hyenas had to start organizing a counter-attack from elsewhere on the planet. They had troops that they could move around in ways that the forces in the upper atmosphere didn't, and he did not want to be caught between whoever was left and a new force of hyenas coming in from another part of the planet.

As they tried another turn, Avery poked him in the shoulder. He looked over.

"What do you think we're going to find at the core, sir?" the other panda asked.

"An officer. Definitely female, with everything going on here, but not sure if she'll be a Whip-Cracker or a Bitch-Maker."

"Which is worse?"

"Well, if you're gonna fight 'em, the Whip-Cracker."

"Hope she's a Bitch-Maker, then."

Henry had the same thought. They were no cake-walk, but they were a hell of a lot better to deal with than the Whip-Crackers. They weren't trained for combat, for one, and they were there to keep people organized and on the right side. They weren't so much the sort that came out swinging, but the sort that made sure that others came out swinging for them. The Pandan Imperium had lost a few diplomats to hyena Bitch-Makers in the past, converted over to serving other mistresses; the idea of losing any more of his squad that was not something that he particularly wanted to entertain at that moment.

Whip-Crackers, on the other hand...

The corporal didn't shudder, but the instinct was there. He'd seen what a good Whip-Cracker could do. There were training videos on that, and the main instruction was to fight them in groups, large groups if possible. The minute that you went one-on-one, you were almost doomed to lose.

But they still had five Ass-Fuckers, and that would hopefully be enough.

Finally, they seemed to be on the right track. Two different gas-traps rather than just one meant that they were probably taking the path to the core, considering the higher security, and Corporal Banning pulled them up short again. They needed to take it carefully.

Six different gas-traps and one immobilizing floor later - one that had almost caught Avery before he called the other panda back - and they were there. A large security door was the only thing that stood between them and the center of the facility. Knowing the hyenas, that meant that the power supply was in there, as well as all the different targeting computers that were running the guns.

And now, we just have to get in...

There were multiple locks on their side, apparently giving different sorts of clearance to the other side. One was a ball-scanner, something for the males to walk up to and drop their testicles into for a quick genetic read. Another was a standing rod, probably for the females to slid onto and get a similar reading. There were several others, all suitable for hyena biology, but fucked for anything else.

Henry glanced back at his squad. There was a different way, but it would be a little risky. Something that would ruin their chances of taking the bitch on the other side by surprise, too.

But then again, there was probably no chance of that. Not anymore.

He rapped his fist against the door. No sooner had he done so than two black balls on the shimmering chrome wall turned towards him. Cameras, just as he had thought. He looked up.

"This is Corporal Henry Banning of the Pandan Imperium. We are here to accept your surrender."

A moment or three passed, and then a female voice spoke back.

"And what makes you think that we're ready to surrender?"

"You've lost all your soldiers guarding this place, or nearly all. It's just a matter of time before the next wave follows me and the AFB into the base, and they'll have door-crackers on them. This is your chance to come clean without fighting."

"Without fighting? Are you high?"

"Possibly. We did just go through a lot of your gasses."

"Heh, well, get fucked."

"Should I take that as a no, then?"

"Take it as a fuck no. I could take all five of you on my own, but I see no reason to abandon a fortified position."

Neither would he, but that was useful. It meant that there was likely nothing on the other side of the door but her, and perhaps one other person, if she had to make the comparison. Not many, at least, and that meant that they had the superior numbers. He shook his head, glancing back at Avery. With his hands behind his back, Henry mimed getting some of the gas and bringing it back here. The other panda nodded, hustling backwards and going to one of the emitters.

"Retreating, then?" the hyena woman asked.

"Well, if you won't surrender, I still need to take this base."

"There's no other way in besides this door."

"Then I'll have to get through it."

"Heh, go ahead and try. I'll need something to occupy me while I wait for another bunch of cannon fodder to throw at you."

Then she'd already summoned some. Not good for him and the men, but better that they knew it was coming. He looked back at the rest of the AFB. They weren't happy about it, but they weren't showing fear, either.

Probably because they knew that they wouldn't die.

It was one of the biggest differences in the wars that were fought these days. Nobody had the same sort of fear anymore, since nobody was going to die. Get fucked, yes. Have their head messed with, most likely. Get raped? Possibly, depending on the sort of enemy that you ended up fighting. But when it came right down to it, nobody was going to die. Nobody did, except by accident these days, so everyone was willing to throw in a little bit harder, to try for a bit longer.

As long as they could avoid becoming prisoners of war, they were going to be fine.

"Well, try as you like. I'll be waiting."

The hyena female went quiet, and so did the intercom. By the time that she had, Avery was back, having improvised a hose out of various bits of wiring and tubing around the gas emitters. Henry nodded, taking it and moving it over to one of the other locks.

While most of them were sexual in nature, one had the look of a gas-scanner. That probably looked for breath patterns, but it would also be looking for hyena pheromones in the case of non-hyenas that had to go in and out of different areas. While the gas was definitely made of more than just hyena pheromones and musk, there was probably enough of them to count.

As the gas came down the tube, the door beeped and slid open.

"Got ya."

There was a split second between the door opening and everyone moving where Henry had a chance to examine the situation. A giant computer console lay against the far side of the room, littered with monitors that observed probably a good twenty percent of the upper atmosphere. This isolated base was responsible for most of the anti-air defense for this part of the planet, and while they had shut down some of the scanning dishes outside, it was clear that the majority of the defenses were still online.

Just ahead of the big console was a wall of metal, a railing that braced against another wall of computers, probably something that dealt with the base proper. Stairs led down from there, too tall to vault over, too low to become a long-term defensive area. Just enough to become a problem.

And at the top of the stairs, just waiting for them, was the Whip-Cracker and another Full Moon soldier.

They all stared at one another for a moment, for just a moment, and then they were on the move. The pandas roared as they rushed forward, charging towards the stairs - two on one side, two on the other - while Henry followed at the rear. The Full Moon hyena male leaped forward, vaulting over the end of computers closer to the stairs, and lunged right for him.

Unlike the attack in the trenches, he was ready this time. He grabbed the hyena by the throat while he was still in the air and slammed him down into the ground with bruising force. The little guy probably had the implants to take the face-hit, though, so he followed up with a slap across the ass, getting in position. His cock was still rock hard, throbbing and solid, eager for the fuck in a way that he hadn't been before.

"Take it, slut."

"Make me."

"Heh, no problem."

He rammed in with all the force that the Ass-Fuckers Brigade was known for, ramming his cock past the hyena's well-soaked, well-lubed rim and right over his prostate. The jackhammer pounding that he and all other AFBs were trained in meant that he could go hard and fast right from the start, and considering what the male under him was used to, that meant that he was already hitting him harder than the little guy was trained to expect.

The hyena's ass, as with all Full Mooners, had been trained to be hard and muscular, yet soft and giving as soon as it was getting pounded. The pleasurable fluff around that hole, along the cheeks and running down the taint, had been groomed specifically to grab hold of his cock and balls and keep them happy as long as he kept burying them into that hole. It was a trap for anyone that wasn't trained to resist it.

Thankfully, he was.

The panda shifted one of his feet, dragging it along the hyena's head to keep him pinned, shifting his angle as he kept jackhammering in. One adreno-implant in his chest was pumping good and hard, and the extra boosters in his hips were keeping him fucking harder, faster than the average civilian could by miles. His cock throbbed, getting harder, stiffer, but he knew how to control himself.

The Full Moon soldier under him was gasping already, downy, fluffy balls swaying back and forth as he hammered in and out, in and out. Each thrust carried him that little bit closer, taking him nearer to his own pleasure as he hammered away, and he growled under his breath.

Looking up for a distraction, he saw that the hyena wasn't a Bitch-Breaker. The Whip-Cracker's whip continued to swing about, catching one panda and then another. Two soldiers were already wheezing, gasping as they suffered the effects of the arousing poison on the end of the whip, stumbling backwards as their cocks squirted pre-cum through the air.

One of his men charged, trying to grab her by the waist and take her down, but she just kicked him in the gut with a leather boot. As he went back, she grabbed him and shoved him to the floor, wrapping her whip around his neck before jamming him into her pussy. The hyena chuckled as she looked around.

Whatever she said to taunt his men was lost as the Full Moon soldier tried to get up and he had to take charge again to put him down. He grunted as he kept the hyena on the ground, forcing himself to focus on the ass-fuck. He had to hurry this up, or he was going to lose everyone and have to face the Whip-Cracker alone.

Grunting under his breath, he forced his attention on the hyena under him, putting the male into full-bitch focus. He rammed in hard, hard enough to scoot the hyena across the floor by half a foot, and the slut gasped for breath as he did. He pulled out barely halfway and did it again, and again, and again, picking up speed as he huffed and puffed.

The hyena's hole was spasming, attempts to reverse the situation failing one by one. Henry gritted his teeth, holding onto the need to keep from cumming, holding onto the determination to just make the bitch under him cum. That was the purpose of the AFB: they went in, they fucked hard, and then broke a hole. Several holes, if they were lucky.

And he was breaking this bitch's hole. The hyena's ass had come open completely from how hard he was thrusting, starting to squelch as he slammed in, opening up as he pulled out, no longer clinging to his cock the way that it had when he first slammed in. In, out, in, out, his pre-cum flowing freely, the hyena's cock dripping fuck-slop all over the floor as it was swung around.

The brattiness of the soldier was gone, replaced only by the moans of pleasure. Henry leaned down, gripping the hyena by the throat, and squeezed.

That display of dominance was enough. The hyena gasped, arching his back as he suddenly sprayed his seed all across the ground. As soon as he came, he went slack, falling to the floor into his own mess. Henry pulled out with a huff and a grunt, shaking his head and trying to clear it as he turned back to the fight going on further up.

Two of his men were down, leaving just Avery and the panda that was still nose-deep in hyena cunt. Avery was using a chair to block the whip-cracks that kept flicking his way, while the other panda was all but gone. He could see the limp muscles, the way that he was huffing, the way that he was sticking his nose deep into the female's sex. There was no more urge to fight there, just an urge to worship.

Henry threw the Full Moon soldier off to the side and ran up the stairs, his cock throbbing side to side as he did. As he rounded the top, he grabbed one of the chairs from the side-console and came swinging.

The Whip-Cracker dodged backwards, but she hadn't been his target. The back of the chair came down on the worshiping panda on his knees, knocking him out before he could rise up on her side.

"...Heh, so we have one smart panda," the hyena said. She glanced at Avery. "Perhaps one and a half."

"That'll be enough to take you down," Henry said, tossing the chair to the ground.

"Oh, one second. I need to correct the odds."

The hyena flicked her thumb against the bottom of her whip. Henry's eyes went wide, and he shouted.

"Avery, drop the chair!"

"What -"

"Now!"

But it was too late. The Whip-Cracker flicked her whip towards the other panda, and when it hit the metal chair, it dispensed the same over-stim charge that the whole facility had been firing at the ships going through the upper atmosphere. He gritted his teeth as he watched his subordinate spasm and shake from head to toe, cumming his brains out right then and there. His cock jerked up and down at the over-stimulation that came from the whip charge, and then flopped over.

She pulled the whip back before Henry could make a move, chuckling.

"Correction. One."

"You bitch."

"Come, now. You know that there's modifications to all these things..."

The hyena slowly spun her whip, and he knew that she'd shifted it from the over-stim to another setting by the time that she cupped it in her hand. No way that she'd be able to touch it if it was still on the other setting.

She was an imposing piece of work, too. Not just an officer, but a Whip-Cracker, one of the specialty units that the hyenas had that others avoided. She wore leather, and the real stuff, too, not the artificial things that had started since the Bovines had closed off their borders to that kind of trade. Her whip was her main weapon, but he wouldn't be surprised if she had others tucked under her corset or belt.

She didn't have much of a skirt, just enough to give a little bit of a leather shadow to her pseudo-penis, and nothing to cover her ass. Her boots ran up to her thighs, and he could see that the bottom of the heel had a spike to it, possibly something to deliver more of the venom that her whip had been dispensing through his men.

Not an easy fight for a group, and definitely harder for one.

He set himself where he stood, stomping one foot down, then the other. He kept his arms out to the sides, ready to throw himself as he needed to. The Whip-Cracker chuckled.

"Not throwing yourself in right away?"

"Seems like an idiotic move."

"Not like you've played it smart thus far."

"Well, might as well start now."

"Well, then, guess I'll go first."

She flicked her whip out, and he saw her thumb flick along the bottom of it just in time to know it had changed again. Henry threw himself to the floor, barely avoiding the crack over his head. Her thumb danced again, and he grabbed the whip before it could fly back, and yanked.

The hyena came flying off her feet, coming right for him. She spun in mid-air, bringing her heels up, but he was ready for that. He grabbed her by the ankles as she came down, flinging her back and slamming her back into the floor. As she wheezed for air, he rolled backwards, trying to pin her.

It didn't work.

She brought her legs up the minute that he let go of them, and rather than landing with his back against her legs, he landed with his head in her lap and her legs around his neck. He gasped for breath, his eyes going wide as she squeezed him closer, pseudo-penis throbbing over his face, the musk of her sex dripping down, flavored with the taste and smell of leather. She chuckled, stroking his cheek with the edge of the whip, neither shocking him nor dosing him with the aphrodisiac venom just yet.

"Not bad, panda, not bad," she said. "But not very good, either."

"Mmmph...just wait...until I get my hands...on your ass..."

"Oh, you think I'll just let that happen?"

She scooted forward, just a little, but enough for her pussy to be right over his face. He groaned as she rubbed her clit, forcing herself to get wetter. The thick smell of her cunt was enough to get his cock throbbing all the harder, and as she shifted her grip around his neck - a grip that was keeping him gasping despite knowing that it was a bad idea - he could feel the leather toe of her boot grinding down against his cock. He groaned, arching his back, huffing as he felt the smooth toe grinding against his tip.

"Feel that? That's the last of your resistance, slowly dribbling away...soon, you're going to cum it all out for me. And when you're done, you can sleep, sleep and dream of being one of my personal dildos."

He gritted his teeth, trying to hold out, but the combination of hyena pheromones - which were strong enough to get through the air scrubbers installed in his throat - and the leather against his cock were hard to deal with. He was an Ass-Fucker, and he had been trained to stay on top, but that was hard to remember when he was getting choked out and getting his cock teased at the same time.

The Whip-Cracker laughed, tossing the whip further down, managing to wrap it around his cock with a flick of her hand. She was giving him a handjob with it, humiliating him by giving him the sort of pleasure that she wouldn't give one of her own sluts. He groaned, his hips twitching, his cock still throbbing and veiny from fucking her Full Moon subordinate. He tried to roll, but she was strong, stronger than he expected, and kept him pinned in place no matter how he tried to get out of the way.

He could feel his load running up from his balls, could feel them slowly rising. This time, the cock ring that kept him from blowing his load was empty. There was no sudden chemical dose that would keep him from blowing his load. He couldn't...he couldn't...

"Give in, panda. I'll treat you well, once you're broken."

She flicked her hand, dragging the whip up to the tip of his cock...and that was enough.

"NNNNNGH!"

He came, and he came hard, spurting his seed up and over his belly, over his chest, and almost all the way to his chin. The hyena laughed, pulling her legs back to avoid getting splattered, and she rolled to the side. Her heels clicked as she hit the ground, and she shook her head as she looked down at him.

"That's the problem with you Ass-Fuckers. That's all you know how to do. Well...no need to worry about you anymore, but just in case..."

She lifted her boot and jabbed her heel into his arm. Just as she made contact, an instant needle jumped from the bottom of the heel and into his skin, injecting him with a high dose of aphrodisiacs. He moaned, shivering, his balls churning.

"That'll keep you down. Now, just stay there while I manage this until my reinforcements get here..."

As she walked away, shaking her ass slowly as she made her way back to the console, Henry couldn't help but smile slightly.

He might have been an Ass-Fucker, and it was true that most in the AFB were one-and-done, no matter what sort of boosters that they got in the process. They were used to break a hole in the enemy that others with more stamina and less aggression could take care of, and then they were left to recover.

However, he wasn't most. He'd been picked as a member of this squad specifically because of his ability to go more than once. Not much more, but a little more. And that injection, something that would have left a one-and-done AFB-er on the ground, moaning and whimpering, was just enough to keep him hard and ready for the next round.

Thanks for the pick-me-up...

Stifling the groans that he wanted to make, the panda pushed himself to his feet. He wobbled slightly, but managed to keep from making any noise as he made his way towards the hyena. She was so intent on the screen that she didn't even notice him picking up her whip from the floor, nor did she look away as he pulled it tight between his hands. In fact, she didn't notice him at all until -

"Nnnngh!"

He pulled the leather taut against her throat, yanking back and keeping it around her throat like a collar. Gathering the leather tight in one fist, he held it like a leash. She didn't have a chance to pull him overhead the way that he had done to her; he was too big, too heavy, and she had the worst leverage in the world for it.

Shoving her down against the console, he pulled her ass out, grinding between the cheeks. Her eyes went wide, her pseudo-penis slapping against the console as he started lining up.

"What was that...about being a dildo?" he grunted.

"You...how..."

"I'm not done...until I've fucked...YOUR ass..."

She pushed back hard from the console, and he went with it, falling backwards and dragging her along with her own whip. As she tried to wiggle out of his grip, he rolled to the side, pinning her under his belly and the rest of his bulk. She gasped for breath, but through it all, she hadn't managed to get his cock out from between her ass cheeks.

"My...turn..."

With a deep grunt, he slammed forward, and with a well-practiced movement, he hilted his cock right up her asshole. The feeling of that tight little pucker spreading around his thick cock was more than enough to give the corporal some serious satisfaction, but fuck, the feeling of her inner walls clenching and trying to force him back out was even better. It was clearly the hole of someone that had done almost nothing on the bottom and everything on the top, and even without his improvised leather 'leash,' he was all but certain she would have been too shocked from that thrust to try and wiggle away.

He still kept hold of it, though, knowing that a Whip-Cracker was filled with tricks. If he gave her so much as an inch, she'd find a way to slide out from under him, gain her whip back, and then he'd be right back where he'd started. He humped, knowing that this wasn't the ideal angle, but with the arousal that she'd poisoned him with and the boosters in his body, he knew that he could take it.

In, out, in, out, pumping his cock right between her muscular cheeks, making them flatten against him, making that hole surrender to him. Each thrust took her further down, giving her one reminder after another that she was under him, under a male, under someone that no female hyena would submit to.

In, out, in, out, each time reminding himself of the limitations of the position, of how he couldn't change his angle, how he had to rely on raw force in a fight normally determined by positioning.

In, out, in, out, his balls slapping against her ass, forcing her to take it again and again. Little by little, her hole started opening up, breaking down and breaking in with each subsequent thrust. He growled in her ear, and he didn't hear anything back. She was still spasming, still shivering under him, so he knew that she was still aware of what was going on, but he imagined that the sheer shock had broken her.

She must have been new, or faking. Either way, he didn't let up, hammering home even as his fur started to get matted and soaked with sweat. His eyes rolled back as he felt his shaft throbbing deep inside of her, growling in frustration. He bit at the back of her neck, and she moaned despite herself.

Cum, you fucking bitch. Cum before I do. Cum!

He didn't know how long it was. Couldn't have been more than minutes with how hard he was holding back, but whatever amount of time it was, the hyena eventually lost out. She gasped, cumming under him, her hole clenching around his cock, and she pushed back firmly against him. It was enough to get her out, too, as she went limp on the ground.

Huffing hard, he pulled out of her. He stumbled to the console, keeping the whip in one hand as he pressed the other to his head.

"Corporal Banning...put me through...to tech support."

"Tech support?"

"Whatever they call it. Facility captured." He looked at the console screens. "Now how the hell do I turn it off?"

"Transferring."

He looked back at the hyena, then at the whip. Turning it around, he could see that there were several settings, from the over-stim to the venom, and then to something that would extend it and anchor it. Probably a mode that was a mix of grappling hook and something else, considering that the various modes could be combined at risk of overpowering the whip itself.

The temptation to just zap her with an over-stim right then and there was pretty strong, too, but she'd already been beaten. As long as he didn't cum in her, as long as he didn't do something to drain himself too much between now and the end of the mission, he should be okay.

"Communications here. Alright, this is what you need to do, corporal..."

The End

Summary: The attack continues, going deeper into the hyena facility as Corporal Henry Banning attempts to take it from the hyenas and secure the airspace above him.

Tags: M/M, M/F, hyena, panda, military, sci-fi, parody, fuck forces, military fetish, anal, aphrodisiacs, aphrodisiac, femdom, leather, boot, whip, orgasm, cum, fucked to submission, miniseries,