{"sf1_id":2003971,"sf2_id":"pnG25oMm","title":"Anthro Soldier Occupation (ADHG)","author":"PapaDelta","words":1140,"posted_at":"2023-06-18T04:54:07.000Z","tags":["ADHG","Ambiguous Species","Anthrostate","Cunnilingus","Drama","Food Play","Greentext","Human","Interspecies","Military","NSFW","Semi Consensual","War"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2003971-anthro-soldier-occupation-adhg","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/pnG25oMm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/33/16/3316e759-3c35-403b-b8e1-e6e2ebbd31b2","description":"A squad of vaguely hostile soldier anthros occupy a mans house during a war.  \n  \n~1100 words","content":"\\\u003eAnthro soldiers occupy your house\n\n\\\u003eDemand you make them food while they're there\n\n\\\u003eWell they have guns and you don't so it's not like you have a choice\n\n\\\u003eQuickly whip up a simple beef stew using what meager ingredients you have left in your pantry\n\n\\\u003eThe war hasn't exactly made it easy to stock up on essentials, and you've definitely lost a few pounds over the last several months from having to ration what you do find to eat\n\n\\\u003eYou give the first bowl to the highest rank there\n\n\\\u003eShe sniffs it with a stoic face, throws away the spoon in the bowl, then hesitantly laps at the stew with her tongue\n\n\\\u003eShe licks her lips a few times savoring the taste, then violently shoves the tip of her muzzle into the bowl guzzling down the rest of the contents\n\n\\\u003eThe other soldiers quickly snatch the big pot of soup off your stove and move it to the center of their makeshift barracks in your living room\n\n\\\u003eThey each take a bowl out of your cupboard and surround the pot, shoving bowl after bowl into it before slurping down the chunks of beef and savory liquids\n\n\\\u003eYou wait silently in the corner while they eat, afraid of what they'll do if you approach without permission\n\n\\\u003eAfter a few minutes they seem mostly sated, two lay on the couch snuggled together half asleep while another couple play cards on your coffee table\n\n\\\u003eNow that the pot was left unattended you slowly approach to see if they left you any, the aching in your belly driving away any previously held fear\n\n\\\u003eYour reach the pot and your eyes lower to see...nothing, they ate every last drop\n\n\\\u003eOne of the soldiers playing cards glances at you with smug smile, her lips stained with your cooking\n\n\\\u003eYou resist the urge to look here in the eye and stare longingly into the pot, ya know maybe you could lick the sides of it and at least get a tast-\n\n\\\u003eYou feel a clawed hand grip your shoulder tightly from behind, her claws almost ripping your shirt\n\n\\\u003eWith her other hand she brings up a bowl of steaming hot stew in front of you\n\n\\\u003eYou slowly turn your head to see the wicked grin of their leader inches from your face, teeth yellow and glistening\n\n\\\u003eShe opens her maw\n\n\\\u003e\"Want? Eat?\" She says in a thick barely decipherable accent\n\n\\\u003eObviously this was some kind of trick, but damnit you really needed some calories right now\n\n\\\u003eYou hesitantly shake your head up and down\n\n\\\u003eHer grin grows wider and she steps towards the group at the coffee table shooing them away with loud guttural commands\n\n\\\u003eThey quickly drop their cards and scatter at the first word out of her mouth\n\n\\\u003eThe leader wipes the cards off the table while muttering what you assume to be curses under her breath\n\n\\\u003eAfter setting the soup down onto the coffee table she does something puts a ton of bewilderment and an ounce of fear into you, she starts undressing\n\n\\\u003eHer dirt and blood stained fatigues fall to the ground and you're met with her panties and bra stained yellow with sweat and dirt\n\n\\\u003eShe removes those more intimate pieces of clothing as well then takes a seat on the coffee table beckoning you closer with a clawed finger\n\n\\\u003eYou stop a couple feet from her and hear footsteps behind you, must be the two card players\n\n\\\u003eShe speaks in her foreign tongue and the two anthros behind you push you down onto your knees\n\n\\\u003eYour face now just about level with her crotch she leans back and raises her legs into the air bearing her womanhood in front of you\n\n\\\u003eIt's about what you expected\n\n\\\u003eShe cranes her head up to look at you and grabs the bowl of soup resting it on top of her crotch\n\n\\\u003eShe barks a single order \"Eat!\", the soldiers behind you snicker and one of them nudges you in the back with a boot\n\n\\\u003eOrder received\n\n\\\u003eYour head draws closer to her entrance and your nostrils fill with her musky bestial scent\n\n\\\u003eYour mouth reaches her crotch and you begin lapping at her folds much to the amusement of the two anthros behind you\n\n\\\u003eYou could feel the heat from her womanhood rising and steal a glance at her face to see a self-satisfied expression\n\n\\\u003eAfter several minutes of one sided pleasure she tilts the bowl forward spilling some of its contents onto her cunt and therefore your mouth\n\n\\\u003eReflexively you try to drink the stew only to find much of it has soaked into the fur that wasn't already saturated with her juices and your saliva\n\n\\\u003eYou lick around her crotch until the taste of the soup is gone and the salty taste of the anthro is all that remains before once again resuming pleasuring her\n\n\\\u003eA few times you notice an increase in her wetness and a suppressed groan, this is typically followed by another pouring of soup\n\n\\\u003eThis continues for what feels like forever, but eventually she pours the last of the bowl down her sopping wet cunt and you catch the last chunk of beef with your tongue\n\n\\\u003eAfter giving her one more subtle orgasm you pull your head away, staring at her with resigned eyes\n\n\\\u003eShe leans forward and straightens her back\n\n\\\u003eAfter an uneasy silence she brings a hand to your cheek and leans in towards you, her nose now less than an inch from your own\n\n\\\u003e\"No payment. No food. Yes?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou have a feeling this offer isn't open to negotiation\n\n\\\u003eYou shake your head up and down\n\n\\\u003eThe leader says a few words to the soldiers to your rear and laughter erupts around you\n\n\\\u003eThat probably isn't a good thing\n\n\\\u003eShe waves her two lackeys behind you away and they walk upstairs to take up sentry positions for the night\n\n\\\u003eThe leader gets onto her feet and looks down at you with a paw on her chin\n\n\\\u003eWhat is she plotting?\n\n\\\u003eAfter a few moments she leans down towards you\n\n\\\u003e\"Squad. Bonus. Warm.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou shake your head in confusion\n\n\\\u003eShe points to the soldiers sleeping on the couch\n\n\\\u003e\"Squad! Bonus! Warm!\" She repeats more loudly\n\n\\\u003eOh...\n\n\\\u003eShe was going to let you sleep with them tonight to keep warm, or was it going to be every night?\n\n\\\u003eGuess you would have to find out tomorrow\n\n\\\u003eYou walk to the couch and lay half your body across one of the sleeping anthros\n\n\\\u003eYou're soon joined by the now clothed leader; she drapes her furry body on top of your own and softly mutters a few foreign words before drifting off\n\n\\\u003eYour body is warm but a strange aftertaste still lingers on your tongue\n\n\\\u003eYou overcooked something in the soup, that's probably what the taste it is\n\n\\\u003eProbably","series":{"name":"Garden of Greens (Anthology)","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2003970-boxing-tiger-adhg.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2003976-anthrostate-recruitment-adhg.json"}}