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This is a quickie story commission Nulkurrak has done for kitsugen

Description: After a rough first assignment, a fresh coyote recruit is invited by his sergeant in her room for a session of loosening up through the only way she knows how.

The characters featured in this story are my creation

***Meet me in my room***

The realization of how deeply he got stuck in his head struck after the blinding sunlight streamed into the hovercraft. The VIP got his due treatment, two soldiers unburdening him of his load, waiting with one of the few stealth aircrafts to ship him to a secure location. The rest of his team, all chuckles and cheers, walked down the ramp onto blessed soil one by one, not a single one bothering to signal him out.

Caleb tried to get up, but the weight of all that transpired crushed that feeble effort. The ringing. The explosions. The yells. The screams. The smoke, the smell of burning flesh, the blinding flashes of condensed energy blasts singing patches of his fur as they barely missed their mark...they didn't care. None of them did. And those comrades they left behind, hanging onto a thread of frail hope that another transport might be redirected to their location just an hour before sundown...

Sam's touch on his shoulder almost made him yelp in fright, part of his mind still trapped in that plane of stinking suffering.

"Wh--what? What is it? What's next?" Caleb stammered, aware that the crippling coldness he felt wouldn't fade unless he fought it.

"A bath, for sure," the sergeant smiled wryly at him, noticeably bothered by the delay he caused. Already did the men outside begin to mobilize in order to keep the gears of war rolling. "A hot meal? A little talk? Maybe sex? Works for me."

That twig of a woman had an inhuman strength to her, a casual flair that made all of this seem like just another training exercise. Lythra, the hero of the hour according to him, accompanied her on the way out, the drake's tail tip always curling upward when scratched behind the head.

More fearful of the terrifying truth of being assigned to another squad that might not have a mobile artillery unit like Lythra, Caleb wrestled himself to his feet, taking after the striding sergeant.

"15C. Washing's optional if you make it in the next 10 minutes. Got barely any dust on you."

She still touched one of the singed patches where the fluff of his cheeks withstood the horrifying heat of weapons that put their bullets to shame.

"Don't make me wait."

The rest of the squad already hit the mess hall, most likely. As the sole stray left at the end of the day for their unit, Caleb zig zagged his way between the vehicles techs, preppers and officers used to ready the hovercrafts for tomorrow's events, resupply them or assess the damage done to them. Compared to recruit's camp, the barracks where actual soldiers lived was far grander, despite it being a repurposed summer school. The biggest downside were the three entrances, not nearly enough to withstand the constant flow of people milling about.

The bots helped with most of the chores. Caleb saw them at every turn in the guise of sweepers, servers, even teachers back in his camp. A far and distant cry from the enemy they faced, but a positive reassurance knowing it was man who brought them into existence, and man who would eventually correct their mistake.

"Oy, scarf tail!"

"Yawwrrrr!" The coyote's muzzle scrunched while his forced whine fled it, courtesy of Vargoll's fingers hooking into the fluff of his nape.

"Banged the sergeant back there? That why you took a full six minutes?"

"I uhhh I just needed--"

"Some hot freaking food," Vargoll's arm wrapped around his shoulder to direct him to the mess hall. "Thank me for saving you a tray. Up here, they go in a blitz."

"Thank you, but..." the coyote disentangled himself from his friend's grasp, "my stomach's not up for it. Today was....rough...."

"Man..." the twenty something cadet, as green as Caleb, pulled him into a hallway to avoid having his paws stepped on amidst the crowd. "Was it really that bad? Sam's...I heard her squad never lost people. Did you...."

Caleb caught the hopeful glint in his eye, just as he registered the dread building within Vargoll's swelling pupils. "I'll tell you later. Just...I need some time to..."

"Hey," the human's hands cupped his cheeks, always gentle when they wanted. "Let me hang out with you. I'll even suck your cock if you finally let me. I don't think it's good to be on your own..."

Caleb couldn't help but smirk at his always fruitless attempts to get him to show his canine cock. "Maybe some other time."

"Ah!" Vargoll's hands dramatically dug into his curly blond hair. "You always say that, and it never comes. Or better put, you never come. It's why you're so tense. But fine. Can't say no to two hot trays!"

Without as much as parting words, Vargoll dashed for the mess hall, leaving Caleb fight his own demons in a dark corner none of the passing shadows stopped to pay any mind to. Slowly sinking to his knees, Caleb remained there for a bit. Key parts of the battle that lasted less than five minutes flashed through his mind, always slowing down whenever he froze. Whenever he failed to save his fellow soldiers.

He wanted nothing more than to bang his head against the wall until those images came out, but the alternative won in the end. He still had a couple more minutes to catch Samantha. It this was to be his life from now on, then what better way to start than to do the most unexpected choice ever?

Caleb smelled it as soon as the door cracked open, that specific scent of human arousal too heavy on the sensitive nostrils of the coyote. One foot in the door, he considered doubling back, but the sergeant called his name a second time, and that was that.

"Sergeant," the recruit adopted a straight, proper posture once he made it to the middle of the room, trying his hardest to keep staring at the boarded window and not give in to the temptation of the wet sounds coming from the left.

"Don't... mmmmm... sergeant me. This isn't a professional courtesy, but a nheeedddd!"

Lythra, the tiger-sized drake, had her tawny head lodged between Samantha's spread legs, the woman's athletic body wiggling among the disheveled sheets like an entrancing serpent.

"Just...a moment. Make yourself...mmmmmhhhmmmm...as comfortable as you caaaahhnnnnnn!" Sam's body immediately arched forward, grabbing hold of the drake's horns, pushing her snout tight against her sex. Her head immediately whipped back, the picture of utter joy outlined in her wide grin, in those thin, endearing eyebrows.

Stunned by the eroticism unfolding before him, Caleb could do naught but squeeze his tail between his legs, keep his back straight, and wait for Sam's focus to return to her. The two females struck the picture of utter beauty, their shapes familiar yet foreign, limbs positioned in ways Caleb never conceived. Sam's calves hugged Lythra's elongated neck, the drake forced to sit on her haunches at the end of the bed to best let this scenario play out. Her forepaws, equipped with soft and pleasant pads, groped and caressed the base of Sam's thighs, further flaring her bliss by tending to her erogenous areas.

It was impossible for a male to restrain himself from growing, the sight and scent of the roughter-tinted climax merged with the drake's thicker substrate of arousal far too heavy on the coyote's senses. The blood rushed so quick into his head it all but washed out his thoughts, leaving him unable to even conceive his next move.

Without her combat gear, Lythra looked completely different. All those big, obvious details, like the darker brown gradient on her back softening progressively into the cream of her belly, began to register. She looked ferocious when armored up, yet the three rows of spikes, with the middle one continuing past the base of her neck where the others faded, all the way to the tail tip, gave the inspiration. Her pair of twisting horns looked even grander, their natural ridges hard to reproduce, same for the ridged plates protecting the arch of her eyes. What stood out the most was her coloring, a seamless sea of brown hues shifting in entrancing, harmonious ways, with the lighter regions giving off a sense of vulnerability across her belly, on the inside of her limbs.

Caleb would have never figured out her colors merely from the lighter underside of her paws, the pink pads hinting at a lighter palette, that of coffee mixed with too much milk. A stark contrast from the truth, one where the sharpness of Lythra's dark green eyes better matched the grandeur her dark back stripes exuded.

Using the perfect excuse to avoid being the third wheel while Sam began whispering sweet words to her drake, Caleb returned to the door, remaining parked there with his eyes on the ground, his heart pounding worse than it did out there. What the bloody hell was happening? Why would she...during such a moment? What if the rumors were true? Heavens, he...would he even know how to...a human?

The matter of finding her kind attractive immediately received its answer in the way his tip peeked out, smearing his virgin scent over the inside of his pants, the rest of his shaft all swollen and throbbing in pent-up need.

"Hey."

A sharp, panicked yelp burst out of Caleb, the coyote's feet almost tripping into one another. The sergeant--she was right in front of him, her thighs all glistening, her nether lips all puffed up, the hair there trimmed to a neat, single line leading down that heavenly mound.

"I didn't call you here to guard the door. Go undress and let Lythra's tongue work you up while I refresh myself."

It wasn't courage nor lust that led Caleb where Sam wanted him to, but the training of always obeying a superior. Was it not for Lythra's snout probing at his groin, Caleb would have continued staring at how Sam's lips parted a little bit when she bent over to reach for the mini fridge, the fleshy insides so appealing he almost ejaculated in his pants from the sight of bare vagina.

"Hey, stop," he made use of Lythra to distract himself, the drake not at all the stoic presence of the battlefield. She licked at his fingers like a dog, purring and pawing at his wrist, trying to get his cock out, just like Sam wanted.

"She won't stop. Besides, why would you want that?" Sam took a swig of chillwater, a beverage brewed right here in the barracks. "Don't you want to show me what you're all about?"

These two--it's like it wasn't them! The sergeant...her playful swaying hips, that provocative glare...it was as if they were back in the Golden Era, concerned only with which species to hook up with next.

"You want it. I know you do," Samantha leaned over the edge of the bed Caleb fell onto, her smile acquiring a sly charm upon feeling how tight his shaft was through his pants. "Still haven't spread open a female, haven't you? Double easy, now that I'm all worked up."

She tried to put him on desired path, even going as far as to try and pull his knot out.

That was when Caleb's hands seized her wrists, his clutch hard enough for Samantha to pull back.

"Intriguing as your cock is, I don't feel like fighting for it," she said, her voice as cool and casual, devoid of its earlier bout of playfulness. Caleb's legs shuttered tighter when her mahogany eyes traveled to his crotch for one final time, the defensive posture giving the sergeant the answer she needed.

"Remain here," she said, turning to the sliding door of the wardrobe to get herself a towel, wrapping it around her supple nakedness. "Get comfortable. I'll take fifteen. If Lythra doesn't finish you off, we'll do some 69 or something. Don't like the feel of cum in my pussy after I wash."

"Roger--sure, yeah."

"Rarrrmmmm," Lythra also gave up on him after Sam's departure, heading into a side dormitory to most likely finish herself off.

The thud of the bathroom's door sealing shut lifted a boulder off the coyote's chest. Breathing came easy to him once again, lasting only for a single, elated sigh before his heart once again leapt up his throat. Now that Sam's scent wavered, Lythra's took the lead by a very fair margin, her sharper, sweeter, more intoxicating flavor far more noticeable. The coyote's cock remained hard and bothered, his steps small and timid as he made his way through the cracked door leading into the single dormitory.

There, on the bed, the drake's smooth, tapered tongue cleaned away the honey drooling from her rosy vent. No scales lined the little island surrounding her sex, leaving it smooth, glossy, and immensely arousing in the way the blood throbbing through her flesh left its mark upon fevered skin.

"Mrrr?" Lythra's head perked, her pupils shrunk to thin slits within the emerald pools in the sharp neon light.

"I uhh...I'll...over there," Caleb pointed his thumb back at the living room, rushing to the sofa over by the bookcase to drop his emotionally exhausted form into. What a day...What a weird, draining day.

The delightful reek of the two females still whirled through his mind, blanketing his logical thoughts, instilling a false sense of nonchalance within him. His cock ached to be milked. Heck, how many days had it been since he last masturbated? Probably when he had his last shower three days ago to let the water wash off the obvious proof of his weakness.

Sam wouldn't mind a new shower companion. She might even tug on his sheath, exposing his ruddy, veiny meat to the warmth of the trickling water, to the gripping pleasantness of her hand aiming him right at the....

Caleb's tongue slipped over his muzzle, fleeing back into his mouth slowly, almost salaciously as he further leaned against the pillows. With the scent of sex enveloping the entire room, it took only a few frenzied heartbeats for the coyote to imagine Sam atop his naked lap, the grinding motion of her bare pussy spreading her wetness all over his groin, teasing his tip with her flushed lips every now and then. Her complexion, a rich tan that never seemed to fade, added to the richness of her dark brown eyes, filled with mischief.

"You can touch," she guided him over a single, petite breast, rubbing the pads of his fingers against her taut nipples in turn. Caleb flinched, surprised by their rigidity, his confusion adding to her laughter.

"Surprised that the other gender has some hard spots as well?"

For all her lithe majesty, the woman packed some serious strength, shoving him back amidst the pillows before climbing atop him, a hand thrust against his balls to roll them within her palm. As she did that, Caleb's own hand stroked himself through his trousers, a lust-filled growl building at the back of his throat. It felt so good! The proximity of their different bodies, the wave-like motions of her teasing thighs against his, those full lips closing in on his neck...

"Grmmm...."

Caleb jolted to awareness, his erratic paws almost kicking the drake settled on her haunches in front of him right in the snout.

"Whoa, you sneaky...you should be part of the stealth division!" he gasped for breath after experiencing a shock bigger than the one during today's mission.

Humor had no effect on Lythra, her need of him requiring a physical approach.

"Ummm, Sam's still...she's still in there. Want me to get the door for you?"

"Ghhh!" The coyote tense, the obviousness of her sniffs gracing his perked ears and caressing his malehood with those warm, fluid breaths. Caleb's eyes shuttered when she felt her touch against his balls, that faint stimulation causing them to tense. Then, they squeezed shut in terror-filled bliss, his cock lurching eagerly for another visit of that warm, wet ribbon.

"S--stop," he tried halting her advance as the drake pressed her flared nostrils more insistently against his bulge. But his grip was precarious on the fine scales lining the sides of her muzzle, and her determination too great to find out what lied beneath the camo-colored fabric. Against his plea to stop, Lythra's hungry nostrils huffed and puffed, a low, lustful growl simmering in her throat.

"Enough!" Caleb snuck his wrist between his cock and the tip of her snout, blocking her access to the best of his ability. "I don't...I don.t..."

He couldn't quite say it. Blazing damnation, he actually wanted to see it through! To take the plunge on his forsaken day, when his defenses were at an all-time low!

Lythra understood the message, at least. The drake took a step back, her lithe majesty present even in the slightest of motions, her tiger-sized body as elegant as it was arousing.

"Mrrmmmm," she moaned, already bored with idleness. Like one of the very cats Caleb thought of for his comparison, Lythra couldn't go a minute without falling for a distraction, and in this case, the crude smell of his virgin musk beckoned her like the most intriguing fragrance.

Massive paws fell on his thighs, prying them open so that his crotch stood defenseless before the reach of her angular head. Sniffs no longer sufficed now, her very tongue licking at his bulge, the pulsing and throbbing of Caleb's enraged cock hinting at his dire need to ejaculate. The warmth, her swaying thrum, the kneading motion of her toes that signified her delight--it was all too much for Caleb.

"Cease this!" The coyote snarled, shooting onto his feet to tower above the drake, his hazel glare condemning of her actions. "That's not how...I do things..."

"Rrrr?" The brown drake pressed him to continue, to unveil his mysterious methods while her intrigued eyes scouted every twitch that might betray his eagerness to mate.

Caleb knew that look; that solemn, almost desperate glint present in those who wished to seize the moment before tomorrow stripped them of this chance. His breaths heavy, his cock harder than it had been in months, the coyote had no way out of this. Whether it would be her tongue or pussy that milked him dry of his pent-up, virgin seed, he couldn't leave this room without wetting his member.

But maybe...just maybe...

"I'll show you, hmm?" He tried to placate her with a stretched hand, derailing the topic to the nearest safe haven, that of simply showing her how a male of his species looked down there. "I know you're curious. Doesn't help that I'm the only--that we don't have much in the way of diversity here, huh?"

Lythra remained still as a statue, the spiked tip of her tail curled around her forepaws.

"This distance is good," he lied about the paltry few feet that separated them, not even enough to diminish the weight of his need-filled musk. "Close enough to catch a good glimpse without bumping into my hands, yeah?"

The minute or so it took for him to unbuckle his belt, unbutton and unzip his pants and lower them halfway down his thighs stretched into what seemed like an hour. His head never pounded so hard, the ringing rushing through his temples akin to an explosive blast landing right next to him. Lythra's reaction, that of arching her head back in surprise, bothered him not one bit, for the state of his cock was nothing short of revolting.

Given how long he remained hard, halfway spilled out of his sheathe, every feature, every capillary acquired a glaring accuracy, all thanks to the constant pulses that kept his cock surreally tight. Lythra's haunches shifted, lifting off her serpentine body, the previous purr rumbling in her throat replaced by low, curious growls.

"It's umm...it's like this because...because I'm...because I've gone too long without..."

"Mrrmmmm...." The drake's flowing silhouette turned to present him her flushed, soggy vent for a brief moment before her predatory eyes returned on their quarry.

She understood. Of course she did. Now that he no longer had to explain why his cock went through a few color gradients depending on how long his erection lasted, Caleb tried to put his slick, precum-dribbling cock back where it belonged, but a second of hesitation was all it took.

"Nhaaa--" Caleb tripped and stumbled unceremoniously into the couch from the prominent lurch of his shaft, emboldened by the subtlest touch of Lythra's soft snout scales against it. Like a veritable predator who entrapped her prey, the drake's head primed for a second assault. The same tender paws of before already grabbed his thighs, spreading them to the side to further expose his malehood to the whims of her voracious muzzle.

Caleb caught onto her at the last moment, but his grip on her cheeks was feeble thanks to his awkwardly twisted body flopped among the disheveled pillows. Not even the rougher textured pads on his fingertips and palms could deny the encroaching snout, sliding over the fine scales with barely any friction, the warmth pulsing through them as pleasant as it was disastrous.

"Stohp. Please, I...just...can't...ghhhh...." The coyote's jaws refused to cooperate, to let any other sound out but for his occasional gasp, groan and moan. Lythra's tongue, thin and tapered at the tip, had a texture similar to moist silk, every brush of it against his erection hot, pure, irresistible bliss. And she didn't stop! She kept going! Unbothered by his strong scent, eager to unwrap more of him, the drake's muzzle cracked open with terrifying finality, her desires all too obvious to the squirming, yelping, on the verge of orgasm coyote.

He still tried to stop her. If not with words, then with his hands. At first, he pushed and punched her as gently as he could, but she kept returning to his crotch, unfazed by his efforts, drawn to his musk like a bear to honey. Her tongue would snake out to taste him, to grip however much of him it could, tugging his shaft into her waiting mouth. As his cock grew harder, Caleb's grip turned flaccid, his strength no match to the drake who slowly peeled his sheath back little by little with her surreally skilled tongue.

"Lythra...Lythra...I'm...I'm so...so close..." Caleb's silent pleas broke through his heavy, panting breaths, his head so heavy with flooding pleasure the world began to spin around him. Even with his knot trapped in that painfully tight bulge formed by his impossibly taut sheath, Caleb's cock had a damnable sensitivity to it, an urge to cum like no other when graced by such sumptuous affection.

It all got far, far worse after her ploy worked. His faltering strength proved no match for the hungry jaws that all but swallowed his malehood, the drake's attentive approach gone when spurred by her own lust. Unable to unsheathe him, Lythra settled for the entirety of his cock, suckling on both his exposed member and sheathe alike. Wrapped in the protective shelter of her tongue to safeguard him from her fangs, Caleb's final efforts to preserve his dignity faltered.

It felt far too good. Beyond anything words could describe. So much so, that the same palms used to contain Lythra's excitement now squeezed his muzzle tight to suppress his unexpected yowl at the height of his peak.

"Ffff, mfff...mmmmffff...." The coyote's muffled whines accompanied the strong, searing spurts that practically exploded into Lythra's mouth. She minded the terse throbs, the heavy taste of virgin prominent within the thick lances pelting her tongue not one bit, the rippling and flowing motions of her tongue almost indifferent as they continued to milk him for all that he had to give.

Lost in his transcendental experience, the coyote's hips bucked out of their own accord, overtaken by the instinct to lodge his knot into his partner. Alerted by the sudden and unexpected motion, Lythra's hold on him vanished, a crisp, penetrating coldness replacing that comforting, ubiquitous warmth of before.

"I'm...not done," Caleb struggled to form coherent words, meaning them more as a reminder to himself than to the puzzled, slightly panicked drake. His right hand immediately went to the base of his knot, squeezing it with short, pumping bursts to keep his orgasm going, thoroughly addicted to that mind-reeling pleasure. After a few spurts that went into the air and landed right on his thighs, the coyote scrambled to the edge of the sofa, pointing his spurts of lesser, almost aqueous seed at the floor, at those easy to wipe floorboards.

"Go...away. We're...done...."

No. They were not. After witnessing the state of his still spurting cock, Lythra's mouth welcomed him back in, the same careful, bliss-laced tongue seeking to subdue him to her will. Right before she swallowed his shaft, with its comically reddish tip compared to its discolored half, Caleb tugged on his slickened sheath as hard as he could. It was all thanks to Lythra's permeating saliva that his knot forced its way through the overly tight grip of his outstretched sheath, a bulbous formation that the drake wasted no time in accepting, as if already aware of how sensitive it was.

"Graaaahhhhh!" Caleb failed to suppress his orgasm-induced cry a second time. Spikes, horns, whatever! With his knot wrapped in that swath of rippling ecstasy, Caleb's trembling, uncoordinated fingers seized whatever they could to use as a handle, hips bucking against Lythra's muzzle, driving his swinging sack against her chin. The drake recoiled a little at first, but quickly adjusted to the pace set by his instinctual movements, tightening and loosening her engulfing hold to mirror the clenching shudder of a female.

"Nhaaahhhhhnnnnn," a second, softer, exhaustion-fueled cry followed, joined by the more silent and secretive whines and whimpers. Caleb couldn't stop. He just couldn't! Possessed by uncanny eagerness to keep going, the coyote kept humping Lythra's muzzle even as his vision began to flicker and fade beneath a curtain of twinkling stars. She was so warm, so wet, so eager, her thrumming moans the essence of addiction. Even her scales seemed to rattle, shaken by the same riptide of delight flowing out of him and into her suckling maw that slowly drained him dry of his vital essence.

"Aaaahhhhhh," Caleb gave in after his final gasp, floundering forward, melting over Lythra's neck like a slice of cheese in the oven. Everything spun, and everything felt subdued, like a shellshock episode. Right when his senses began to fade so much that they brought him on the brink of fainting, a loud thud rekindled his focus.

Caleb startled worse than Lythra, cock and mouth untangling in a split second as he stumbled and collapsed back into the couch, his naked cock a flurry of movement as it continued to rain its last reserves.

"Oh. Sorry. Forgot how nasty that door slides shut," Sam shrugged her petite shoulders, zig-zagging her way to him. Her version of an apology was to kneel in front of Caleb's lap, seize his cock right behind the knot, and swallow as much of it as she could.

"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," she moaned in unison with the back-and-forth motions of her mouth, her lips delightfully tight, her smaller tongue surprisingly agile as it swirled and licked at his vein-laced length. Just like Lythra, she swallowed his seed without the slightest hesitation, her sporadic yet tight squeezes milking whatever remained of Caleb's pent-up remnants.

At the first sound of his specific whines, Sam pulled back, flicking her tongue against his tip to collect the last droplets.

"Took you more for a pussy guy, but this definitely works," she said on her way to the bedroom, the provocative glance, the seductive curling of her finger leaving no room for arguments.

***The End ***

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