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The humans opened fire the instant they saw the cat pop out of cover. But it was too late, the sniper had already pulled the trigger.

PING!

The bullet clipped Private Nicholson's helmet, knocking him backwards. Arms flailing, he slammed into the dirt wall, though he managed to keep his grip on his rifle. The protective metal shell, meanwhile, was sent sailing off his head, spinning over the trench.

“Oliver!" his squadmate, Edith, yelled as she ran over to help him up. “Holy shit, are you okay!?"

Though shaking, he took a deep breath, accepting her hand. “Y-y-yeah. It just grazed me."

“Fuckin' hell. You're one lucky bastard, you know that?" Edith gave a nervous but relieved chuckle, which was muffled under her gas mask.

The ammo belts Oliver carried jingled as he stood up. His attempt at dusting himself off was pointless, as a nearby explosion coated the pair in a shower of dirt. Wiping the goggles of his own mask, he joked to himself, “If I was lucky, I wouldn't be in the middle of a battlefield."

“Seriously," Private Bates, another one of Oliver's squadmates, pointed to him. “We shouldn't even be here! What stake do we have in this? Damn rats, why'd they have to go and drag us into this stupid war?"

One of the nearby officers was quick to answer Bates, yelling over the sound of another explosion: “Cause we're allies, you fucking dumbass! Now shut up and give Nicholson some cover fire!"

Bates and the rest of the squad obeyed this command, firing at the partially destroyed building across the field. The sniper in it had been giving them trouble for hours. It was odd. Felines had worse eyesight than humans, yet it seemed like this cat was outshooting their entire army. Even with Nicholson's squad firing into each window every few seconds, they still managed to jump out and shoot back when the humans least expected. This was especially problematic for Oliver, as he had just been tasked with running across the open battlefield. Sure, it wasn't that far a distance, but it was incredibly risky nonetheless. Still, it was a necessary risk. The squad in a nearby dugout was running dangerously low on ammo for their machine gun. The cats could begin their push at any minute, and, as Oliver's commander pointed out, one weak point in the rat/human line could spell defeat.

So, waiting for a replacement helmet to be passed up, the private prepared for another chance. He'd need to be quick. Climb up and over the trench, sprint across the field, and jump into the dugout in less than ten seconds. Simple. He likely wouldn't be able to run back afterward, so he was carrying as much as he could for the one trip.

“Alright Nicholson," the officer patted his shoulder, “the mortars are gonna fire in a few seconds. Get ready to go as soon as you hear them! Hopefully they'll get that sniper."

“Hopefully," Oliver agreed as he put on his new helmet. Leaning against the ladder, he psyched himself up as best he could for his second attempt. Edith shouldered her rifle, ready to cover him. He nudged her, “Hey, if I die, make sure Bates doesn't get my watch!"

“You're gonna be fine! And don't worry! I'm taking that watch for myself!" The two laughed to themselves, ignoring their comrades' request for them to kiss his backside.

POW!

“I got em!"

A gunshot followed by a cheer to their right got their attention. One of the soldiers pointed to the destroyed building, “I got 'em! Did you see that? I actually got 'em!"

The cheer was echoed by the entire line, someone had finally put that sniper down. Relieved that at least one less feline was going to be shooting at him as he ran, Oliver got ready to climb. Not wanting to run with his gas mask, he took it off, clipping it to his chest in case he needed it. With this, and with more reassurance from his friend, he waited for the thunderous report of their artillery.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

He didn't have to wait long. Feeling the sound rattling through his bones, Private Nicholson thought back on the previous events that had led him to this moment.

Five months ago, the cats had declared war on the rat nation. Two months ago, the rats requested help from their allies: the humans. Three weeks ago, during a stop at a small town, he had found himself in bed with a beautiful rat lady he never even learned the name of. One day ago, he was assigned to this trench, and one minute ago, he'd nearly been shot in the face. Finally, one second ago, he was climbing up into an active battlefield.

He didn't have time to think about getting shot, his entire being was too focused on running. His safety was in the hands of his squad, and he just had to trust them. To their credit, they made a valiant effort in providing cover fire. They made such an effort, in fact, that the private managed to make it almost all of the way there before being fired upon.

He was only four steps away from his goal when it happened. For a split second, there, in the window, was his feline nemesis. Faster than he could possibly react, they jumped up, aimed their rifle right at his heart, and ducked back down. He saw the flash of the shot, reflexively diving into the dugout. Rolling head over heels into the pit, he landed in the middle of a squad of rat soldiers.

Though his vision was fuzzy from the fall, the human saw that all but one of them were turned towards him. Their eyes were large with apparent shock, and their breathing was heavy through their masks. It took him a moment to realize they were not looking at his face, but were staring between his legs. It also took a moment for him to feel the slight, growing pain coming from his groin. These two facts mixed together in his mind, filling him with terror as he came to the obvious assumption.

Fortunately, a simple glance down was all he needed to realize that he had not been shot in the pelvis. He was unharmed, the sniper had missed. That shot hadn't hit him.

It hit his pants.

Edith was right about him being lucky. If that bullet had been a tenth of an inch higher, he'd have no longer been a male. But as fate would have it, the angle of the shot only resulted in a large hole being blasted through the front of his pants. This left room for his cock and balls to flop out into the open. The ache he was feeling must have been from his nuts slamming into the ground as he flipped. It hurt, yes, but it was a lot better than the alternative.

But, despite Oliver being okay, the rats were still staring at him, not saying a word. His vision clearing (though he was still a little woozy), he examined the group. There were five of them, two on each side and one in the middle. Unlike the human soldiers, who wore dark green, their uniforms were blue and gray.

“Um …" Oliver began, scotting back a bit. He moved to cover himself, ashamed and embarrassed.

“No!" One of them yelled. Hiding his genitals was apparently the wrong thing to do, as the four gasped in a mix of what seemed like anger and disappointment. Hands shooting up in surprise, he reflexively apologized, despite not knowing what for.

Having not noticed the human fall into their pit, the gunner was still focused on the actual battle they were in the middle of. Kneeling forward with her rear in the air, the powerful weapon vibrated her entire body as she held down the trigger. This meant that, sitting right behind her, Private Nicholson was given a fantastic view of her ass jiggling with each burst. Unfortunately, she soon ran out of ammo.

“I'm out! Next belt!" She flung open the weapon's cover, waiting for someone to load in more ammo. When no one did, she repeated her order louder, not turning around. “Next belt!"

Her rough voice apparently overpowered the other soldiers' interest in Oliver's cock. One of the ones on his left quickly jumped up and grabbed one of the ammo belts he wore on his shoulders. Just as quickly, she knelt down to load it into the gun. She made no attempt at averting her gaze from his groin during this process, nor did she make any attempt to be inconspicuous in doing this. If the human noticed, he didn't say anything, since his own gaze was locked to the gunner's round ass. The way her cheeks shook was just so hypnotizing.

Then came her tail. As she adjusted her stance, her long tail swung down between his legs. Resting over his balls, the tip curled around the base of his cock oh-so softly. Oliver sucked in a breath, realizing that he had apparently gotten hard. He thought back on the lady he had slept with in that town. He had never been intimate with a non-human before, but that night had been the best sex of his entire life. But that was weeks ago. Between the constant running around and fighting, he hadn't gotten a private moment with himself to relax since then. He'd thought of that lady every night, trying and failing to find some private space to relieve his lust. The last time he'd tried, he'd been called to a battle. This battle, in fact.

The gunner's tail was barely touching him and he already felt like his cock was going to explode. He hadn't realized how pent up he was. His poor dick throbbed, a drop of precum leaking down the front of his shaft. It must have been an appetizing sight, as one of the other soldiers started to reach for his crotch …

BOOM!

… only to flinch away when a mortar shell landed nearby. The tail holding him tightened, squeezing around the base of his cock. This time his dick let out not a drop of precum, but a small spurt that flew through the air to splash right against her crotch. (Quite an impressive shot, he had to admit). Oliver had no doubt that if she squeezed again, he'd be shooting a real load.

The private didn't get a chance to test this theory, sadly. The low, rumbling roar of planes in the sky signaled the start of the rat/human attack. The gunner was quick to spring up and climb out the dugout, but her squad was slower to follow. No, they were too focused on watching the human's cock throb again in lustful need as the rat's tail pulled away. Huddled in a circle, the group just stared at it like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. It wasn't until a passing officer yelled at them to join the charge that they finally remembered they were supposed to be fighting a battle. Three of them left immediately, but the fourth waited a second so that she could reach out and give the human's cock two quick strokes before leaving. Though shocked, he didn't resist.

Now alone, Private Nicholson found himself in a predicament. He was not one to retreat or hide from combat. But he was also not one to run into a battlefield with his penis and/or testicles flopping out between his legs. Taking a piece of shrapnel to the nuts did not sound very fun. Still, he had to do something. So, with his adrenaline overpowering the weirdness of what just occurred, he tried to get to the machine gun.

BOOM!

Yet another explosion right in front of the dugout hit Oliver right back down. It knocked the wind out of him, but the ground was soft enough to leave him unharmed, thankfully.

Likewise, his lap was soft enough that the rat that landed on top of him was unharmed as well.

“OOF!" The human bent at the waist, hugging the female soldier as her butt slammed down between his legs. The blast had knocked her straight down onto him, with a ball trapped under each ass cheek, and a dick wedged firmly between said cheeks. The fall left her too stunned to notice this, or the blast of cum that arced over her shoulder and splattered across and down her left tit. Not quite the release Oliver had been hoping for, but at this point he was taking whatever he could get. Or, well, his cock was taking it, considering it let out a second shot soon afterward.

In her rush to get back into the fight, the rat stood up and bent over to grab her rifle off the ground. Seeing as the human was sitting right behind her, this meant that his face was momentarily smooshed between her soft ass and the wall of the dugout. Though obviously much less sensual, this immediately reminded him of that lady riding his face. It seemed that even in the middle of a huge war, his male instincts still couldn't resist the allure of a nice booty.

Thus, even as the rat that that ass belonged to ran off, the human had to take a second to compose himself. The poor cock between his legs was begging for attention, but this was not the time to be horny. He was a soldier and he had a job to do. The army was counting on him!

Moving his ammo pouch in front of his crotch, he made for the gun again. It was undamaged by the blast, fortunately. With a pull on the charging handle, the weapon was ready to fire and distract him from his raging erection.

---

The Following Day

“Private Nicholson? General Ramtal wants to speak with you."

The rat messenger turned to leave the human's tent. Oliver stopped her to ask what this was about, but she didn't know. His squadmates, however, were quick to tease him.

“Oooh, someone's getting court-martialed!"

“Dibs on your watch!"

“What'd you do this time?"

Elbowing Bates out of the way, he straightened his uniform, trying to not seem nervous. If word got out about what happened yesterday during the battle, his squad would never, ever let him live it down. Though he had managed to get back to camp and change without anyone noticing, he worried that those dugout soldiers told the general about what happened. Sure, it was technically nothing more than some uniform damage, but it was still embarrassing.

One of the other humans told Oliver to watch himself around the general. Rumor has it, she was a real ballbuster. He believed it. He'd seen her giving a speech before the battle had started. Her deep, commanding voice barking orders was as motivating as it was intimidating.

Ramtal's office was on the other side of the base, meaning the private had a long jog to get there. As he made his way there, he was struck by a realization as he looked around. It was something he'd sort of noticed before, but hadn't fully taken in. The rat soldiers (who composed about ninety-five percent of his regiment) seemed to be almost entirely women. There were a few men here and there, but they were a tiny fraction. He couldn't help but wonder why they weren't fifty-fifty like the human army. Were all the men dead? The war hadn't been going great, but it didn't seem like the situation was that dire. And it wasn't like the rat army was segregated by gender, he could tell that much. It must have been some kind of societal thing, he concluded. He didn't know much about rat culture, despite their countries being neighbors, but he couldn't think of any other reason.

Pondering this as he walked, Oliver eventually found himself outside the headquarters. Two (very large) rat soldiers, wearing thick black and white armor stood guard. All of the rats were rather tall, but these two were nearly double his height. They gestured for him to enter when he gave his name, not speaking a word. No doubt they were some kind of special forces, as just walking past them made him shiver in a mix of awe and fright.

The general was sitting at her desk, which had a bunch of papers and maps on it. People always spoke about her like she was some scary monster. Now that he had a closer look, though, he had to admit, she was rather attractive. Her fur was a beautiful gray color, complimenting her bright green eyes. There were at least two dozen medals pinned to her shirt, which brought his attention to her chest. Clearing his throat, Oliver saluted her. “Private Nicholson reporting as ordered, sir."

She gave a surprisingly gentle smile, returning the salute. “You're not in any trouble, private. You don't need to look so nervous."

“Yes sir, General Ramtail."

“Ramtal. Sit down, private." She motioned to a chair, and he did as he was told. “Were you injured at all yesterday?"

“No, sir."

“Good. I'm going to get right to the point, private: I have a new assignment for you, if you choose to accept." She leaned in as she said this. Oliver hadn't noticed before, but she had a small scar across the left side of her face, from her ear across her eye. No doubt a souvenir from some battle long ago.

“I'm ready to do anything for our countries."

“Tell me, have you noticed anything … unusual, about my army?"

Trying not to get lost in her stern yet kind eyes, he answered, “There's … there's very few men?"

“Indeed. You see, when we rats have our litters, we have, give or take, about two hundred females per one male. Not very good in terms of ensuring the survival of our species, of course, but that's what evolution decided. It is because of this that evolution did something else to us. When faced with danger, we rats also, to put it bluntly … get aroused." The general gave the human a second to get out his surprised blinks before continuing. “Not at the danger, you understand. No, the desire to have sex skyrockets when we fear that we will not have a chance to have a mate. We are already lacking in male partners, so the fear of never having one makes us desperate. Or, at least that's how our scientists explain it. Point is, now that we are at war, my troops are bored, lonely, and … at the risk of sounding crude … in need of sex. They miss their lovers, they miss peace and relaxation. They need something to take their emotions out on, whether those emotions are good or bad. Do you understand what I am saying?"

“Um …" Oliver stuttered, trying to take all of this in. While this explained why the soldiers yesterday had acted so strange seeing him naked, it also left him with more questions. The most obvious one was why she was telling him this?

“Now," she spoke again before he could ask, “while many female rat soldiers can and will use each other to fulfill this desire, there are just as many that require a suitable … well … penis. Throughout our history, we have had a military position called a 'Designated Relief Provider.' That's the official title, at least. Most people informally refer to them as the 'communal cock.' These are men who have been chosen to serve their nation by tending to the needs of our female soldiers (or male soldiers, should they feel they require relief as well)."

This was a lot all at once for the human, but he now felt like he understood why he had been called in. “And … you want me to … take this position? But, I'm a human? Wouldn't the army prefer other rats?"

“We have never had a war on this scale before. We simply don't have enough men able or willing to do this job. But you humans have plenty of men. And if you're asking why I'm offering this position to you, specifically? I've spoken to several of my officers and troops, and you were the most requested candidate."

“Wait … really?" Well that was quite the confident boost. He'd definitely have to rub this in Bates' face.

“Mm-hmm, you are. Apparently my army can't keep their eyes off you around the base. You're not the only, though, mind you. There are a couple of other humans being offered this position alongside you. One of them has already started today. A test-trail, you could call it, to see if a non-rat could fulfill the duties this position requires. He could, so, I now offer this promotion to you. You will be taken off of the front lines. Should the situation demand, you will still be required to fight, but only as a last resort."

“So … my job would be to have sex with everyone on the base?"

“Well, not everyone. Just those that sign up for it. That includes soldiers, officers, and, well, me."

“Wha-“

“And it does not just include sex. You will need to fulfill their desires in whatever way they request, within reason. That could mean just talking with them, or snuggling with them in bed, or allowing them access to your testicles."

“What do they need my testicles for?"

“Anger is another emotion soldiers commonly feel, Private Nicholson. Anger needs to be taken out on something. Do you understand what I am getting at?" She cocked her head at Oliver, who hesitatingly said that he thinks he did. “Don't worry, horiness overpowers anger for most rat women. So, then, will you accept this promotion? It is not permanent, you are allowed to leave at any time, if you wish. But while in it, I expect you to serve to the best of your abilities at all times."

With this all said, Oliver was given a moment to process this proposal. Honestly, it didn't sound bad at all. Sex, no combat, and a shiny medal that came with a promotion? Maybe this would finally soothe his pent-up lust. It seemed almost too good to be true. That part about his balls wasn't very appealing, but that was a minor concern in comparison.

So, with a deep breath, he accepted the promotion. The general smiled, pulling a small slip of paper out of a drawer. It outlined his new schedule and the details of the job. The private's eyes widened as he read it, but he said nothing. He'd be working for four to eight hours a day, in addition to regular drills and training. That was … a lot. Did that mean eight hours of non-stop sex? Man, his dick was going to be sore.

“So," Ramtal leaned back in her chair, making a point of sticking her chest out, “I'll ask again: are you sure you want to do this?"

“I'm willing to try … sir."

“Good. There's a room at the other end of this building, labeled 'Relief Chamber One.' That's where you and any soldiers that wish to see you will report to everyday. You will start right now. My assistant will show you the way now. I know it is late, but there are still twenty soldiers signed up for today that haven't gotten their needs fulfilled yet. Consider it a test, to make sure that you're truly up for this. Once you're finished, you can report back to your barracks as usual. Understand?"

“Yes, sir. I think." Oliver saluted and began to exit the room as she dismissed him. He was nervous, very nervous, but also kind of excited and curious. This whole situation seemed like a fantasy right out of a porno, but it was actually real. His shaking hands contrasted his steel-hard erection, the perfect representation of his thoughts.

“Oh, and private …" The general tapped on her desk. He turned to find her giving him a teasing smile. “I forgot to mention this: from henceforth you are not allowed to orgasm unless I give you permission."

---

It looked like a small bedroom, with a nightstand, wooden desk, and a comfy looking rocking chair next to a large bed. The blinds were closed, but thin enough to still let plenty of light through. The walls were even painted a different color from the rest of the building. The place actually seemed rather cozy, aside from the messed up sheets.

Oh, and the naked human man sprawled out on the bed, panting like he had just ran a marathon.

He looked up with a gasp as yet another rat woman walked into the room. His legs snapped shut, but relaxed a few seconds later when he saw that she had another human at her side.

“It's alright," she said to the exhausted soldier, “You're being relieved. Private Nicholson here is going to be your replacement."

“Uh, are you okay?" Oliver asked, trying not to look at the other guy's soaking wet, throbbing erection.

The man let out a long, tired sigh. “Oh thank fuck! I can't do this anymore!"

“W-what happened?" Oliver turned to the general's assistant, who covered her mouth as she chuckled.

“These rats are crazy, man! I like a girl with a high libido, but this is just too much! Fighting is less work than this! My whole body is so, and they damn near broke my hips! I don't think I'll be able to walk straight for a week!"

The private blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. Maybe this wasn't going to be as easy as he thought it'd be.

With a dramatic eye roll, the woman ordered the man to get up and get dressed. Giving an equally dramatic groan, he slowly pushed himself off the bed. Either he was a great actor, or he wasn't kidding about not being able to walk straight, as he stumbled with each step. Oliver just sat in the chair as he put his uniform back on, before being rushed out the door by the rat.

Now that they were alone, the private wondered aloud, “So, uh … what do I do now?"

“Just get naked and sit on the bed. I'll send the next soldier in."

“What do I do with her?"

“Whatever she asks for. There's lube in the desk drawer, if you need it. And don't be nervous, this room is soundproof, so you two can be as loud as you want."

That wasn't exactly what he was worried about right now, but it was good to know, he guessed. He started to ask another question, but she had already left the room. With nothing else to do, he shrugged and stripped, folding his uniform neatly on the chair. This felt oddly like a doctor's appointment. Only, he didn't get a gown to cover himself with.

Not two seconds after he sat down, the door opened again. Through it came a young looking rat soldier. A sniper, from the looks of her uniform. She was also somewhat short, which meant that she was the same height as him. Without so much as a “Hey," she began undoing her shirt. His hands shot down to hide his penis, but she was much less modest. Hurriedly tossing her uniform over the chair, she pulled off her bra, revealing her brown-furred breasts. He tried and failed to not stare at them, but she didn't seem to mind.

“You the new guy?" she asked casually, looking him over, “I don't recognize you."

“Yeah, I um … So what … what do you want to do?"

“Cowgirl, mainly." Her pants were now removed as well.

“Oh, o-okay. Uh … so we're just … you don't want me to, like, go down on you first or something?"

“Nah, I'm good. Lay back, yeah?"

Oliver did as requested, removing his hands. Before he could say anything else, she walked up, threw her leg over him, and grabbed his cock. Then, angling her hips, she sat down, pushing him all the way inside. A soft whimper escaped his lips at the sudden insertion, legs squirming at the wonderful feeling. He had no idea who this woman was, but they were already having sex less than a minute after meeting. This really was just a casual thing in rat society, huh?

Despite the lack of foreplay, she was already incredibly wet. Most likely, she had gotten impatient and had started the fun by herself while waiting for her turn. She closed her eyes and returned the moan, grabbing his hands and moving them to squeeze her tits. “Hey, can you call me Lily?"

“H-huh?" His back arching, Oliver gasped as she began rolling her hips. Already he could feel his orgasm rising, she just felt too good. But he had to hold it in. Cumming meant going soft, and going soft was not allowed. As General Ramtal had said, his cock needed to be ready all day, every day. These soldiers needed to fuck, and a flaccid dick simply would not do.

“It's what my husband calls me. I really miss him. Just pretend you're him, okay?" The rat braced her hands on his chest so that she could speed up her rocking. The human squirmed underneath her, cock throbbing as it leaked more precum that mixed with her wetness. His mind flashed images of that lady he'd made love to all those weeks ago. He so desperately wanted to feel her touch again.

“O-okay, I … I-I'm goi- fuck, Lily wait, slow down! I'm gonna cum! Wait! Lily!"

Hearing her name was apparently all the woman needed to reach her own climax. Her pussy squeezed around him even tighter, her hips sliding back and forth as she coated his cock in her juices. One of her hands left his chest to rub her clit, which she had been grinding against his pelvis. Simultaneously, her long tail slithered down, wrapping around the base of his ballsack with a firm tug. Moans turned to squeaks of pleasure as she rode her quote-unquote husband as hard as she could, her cunt attempting to squeeze the seed out his dick. “Yes, Vinton! Cum in me Vinton, cum in me! Oh, oh fuck, ah!"

Oliver had been shot at before. He had run through a battle. He had stormed an enemy trench and engaged in hand to hand combat. He had done many difficult things in his life.

But not cumming in this woman then and there was the second hardest thing he'd ever done. The first was not cumming in the next woman.

The following three hours were both wonderful and agonizing for the poor private.

It was wonderful because twenty women creamed themselves on his cock and/or face over and over again. They all wanted different things. Some refused to kiss or even look at him, others nearly suffocated him with their tongue as they stared into his eyes. Four sat on his face, running their hands through his hair as he ate them out to a dozen orgasms. Five of them climbed on top and rode him so hard he couldn't tell whether the bed or his balls would break first. One just sat on his dick, unmoving, and rubbed her clit to get herself off. Two wanted to be taken in doggy style. A difficult ask, seeing as he could barely even move at that point, let alone thrust, (the tail wrapping around his waist/neck did help, though). One of them even slipped him into her ass as she started twerking on his dick.

It was agonizing because his balls were SCREAMING at him to let them release their load. His cock felt like it would explode if he didn't cum soon, a feeling that only intensified as time went on. Each thrust, each lick, and each squeeze only served to increase the pent-up pressure radiating from his nuts. He'd had blue balls before, but this was on an entire other level of soreness and throbbing need.

He understood now why that other guy had complained earlier. This was too much, and, yet, it wasn't enough. It didn't help that he got no time to rest, either. As soon as their fifteen minutes were up, the rats just casually climbed off their human dildo, quickly put on their clothes, and walked out. A second later, in came the next horny rat, who rushed to undress.

It was the most heavenly hell Oliver had ever had the misfortune of being graced with.

---

The Following Day

“Mmmm, just like that. Ooh, I needed this."

General Ramtal's voice was gentle in his ear. Lips gently kissed his neck as he pushed into her again. The warm and wet embrace around his length clenched down, attempting to hold him in. But his hips overpowered the pull, allowing him to slowly slide his cock almost all the way out. Stopping at the ridge of the head, the human's dick shot out some additional precum lube before sliding deep inside again.

It was a pattern Oliver had been repeating for about three hours. At least, he thought it was three hours. The pleasure assaulting his cock, mixed with the deep ache coming from his balls, made it hard to keep track of the time. There was a clock on the wall behind him, but his body was too focused on the thrusting to let him turn around. Whatever the case, he still had a while to go.

After the last rat had finished yesterday, Oliver had mercifully been dismissed. One of the general's assistants had to help him get back to his barracks, since he was so exhausted he could barely walk. His squadmates were, of course, very curious about what had happened, especially since he'd been gone for so long. He just mumbled something about telling them tomorrow as he collapsed onto his bed, falling into a deep sleep. The rat that accompanied him just laughed as she walked out.

Today, he'd woken up with sore hips and even more sore balls. His penis, it seemed, hadn't gone soft at all during the night. It was difficult to hide, but thankfully he managed to get through his normal morning routine without drawing attention to his crotch. He still hadn't told his squadmates what had happened, even as he was ordered to report to the general yet again. The other humans grumbled that he didn't have to accompany them on their training run around the base. It wasn't fair that they had to do all of this exercise while he got to take the day off.

It started as just a simple “debriefing," with him being asked if he still wanted to continue with this position. Oliver ultimately said yes, with a very slight amount of uncertainty in his voice.

In the following hour, Private Nicholson learned three things. First, he learned that the soldiers he'd serviced yesterday had all given him great reviews. Next, he learned that most of the other human candidates had decided to opt out of the promotion. Finally, he learned what the general sounded like when she came.

When or if he ever met that lady again, Oliver wanted to be at the top of his game. That night had been so incredible for him, and he wanted to return the favor tenfold. Fortunately, the four hours he preceded to spend between the General Ramtal's legs was great practice. Sitting under her desk, tongue working her clit, he quickly mastered his technique. She rewarded him with moans and gentle caresses.

It was rather surprising how different she was in private vs public. The harsh and overpowering tone she used to address her troops, contrasted with the kind, sensual voice she encouraged Oliver with. It was especially noticeable whenever someone entered her office. She could switch from soft moans to stern and composed commands, then back to gentle sighs like it was nothing. He had a feeling that he was one of the very few people to know this side of General Ramtal, and he felt somewhat honored by that.

For doing such an admirable job at pleasing her with his mouth, he was allowed to please her with his cock. The two had retreated to her quarters, where she wasted no time in revealing her beautiful, nude form. The rat's tall, lean, somewhat muscular body was breathtaking. Her gray body reminded him of the lady, whose fur had been nearly identical in color.

Unlike with the other rats, the general made it clear that Oliver would be doing all of the work. He didn't mind. Seeing her naked was all the motivation he needed.

And thus the following hours passed, until he now found himself embracing his commander in a gentle missionary hug. Holding her close, cock slowly pumping in and out of her wet cunt, and head resting on her shoulder. He couldn't have pulled out even if he wanted to, not only because she felt too good, but also because she was holding him just as tightly. With one hand on the back of his neck, and the other squeezing a handful of his ass, she guided him into the proper rhythm. And there laid the problem. The softer and slower pace was making it harder for him to hold his load than the faster, more energetic sex of yesterday.

Besides a fear of disappointing her, the only thing that was keeping him from cumming was, ironically, the promise of an orgasm. She had made him a deal when they had begun. If he could go the whole four hours, bringing her to climax the appropriate amount of times, she'd let him finish inside her. Only once, but once was enough for him.

“I definitely made the right choice in picking you." She paused her neck kissing for a second to moan into his ear, pulling him in deeper.

“T-thank y-you, Yori." Oliver gasped back. That was another privilege his position afforded: being allowed to call the general by her first name whenever they were in bed together.

“You know, one of my lieutenants told me that a human man could never do as good a job as a fellow rat. Heh, I'm glad I didn't listen to her."

“I … I-I don't think I can … oh fuck … go much l-longer."

“Don't pull out. Just ten more minutes, private."

“Yes, s-s-sir."

Eight hours was nothing compared to these last ten minutes. Oliver knew he likely wouldn't be allowed to cum for at least a week after this. He had to make it count. This was not, at all, an easy task. Yori's hands groping his back and ass, her breasts pressing against his chest, her pussy squeezing around him, and her gasps of pleasure all only served to encourage him to just let go and fill her up. It also didn't help that everytime he looked at her, he could only see the lady. His poor cock was practically crying tears of precum.

Still, though straining his dick, his willpower managed to overcome the unbelievable waves of ache from his balls. Eventually, finally, mercifully, he managed to make it all four hours. He even made her cum one last time in the process!

“O-ooh, p-please, general. Please…"

“Ha, go ahead private, you earned it. Just make sure it's as deep as possible, I want all of it in me."

With these words of encouragement, Oliver thrusted in as far as he could. His balls contracted, his breath became shaky. In what felt like slow motion, he could feel the cum shooting up his cock. Inch by inch it traveled, ready to explode out the tip and fill the rat's womb with the biggest, most potent load of his entire life. His orgasm was inevitable now, just a few more seconds …

“General, we're under attack!"

A yell from outside the door, followed by the sound of a siren, shook the room. Yori instantly flipped herself over on top of him and jumped off. The human tried to grab her arms and hold her down, but it was too late. With a wet pop, his cock slid out of her tight grip-

Just as a massive blast of semen erupted from his cock, nearly reaching the ceiling before splattering to the floor uselessly. He could do nothing but groan and watch as she sprinted to her desk to grab her coat and pants. A second cumshot followed the first as she bent over, giving him the perfect view of her round, firm butt. By the time she hastily threw her coat over herself and ran out the door, another three shots of seed splashed across her bedsheets. In the shock and panic of it all, Oliver had no time to grab his dick until it was too late. He desperately attempted to stroke himself and save his climax, but it was not to be. His penis was spent, only able to give a one last tiny spurt across his fingers.

And just like that, it was over. The orgasm he'd been holding in for weeks, the orgasm he'd been dreaming of for so long, was ruined. His cum, which should've been inside the general, was now staining the floor and sheets. The pleasure, which would've been unbelievably wonderful, was reduced to barely nothing.

Utterly defeated, the poor human private could do nothing but sit there in disappointment.

“... Fuck."

General Ramtal came back a few minutes later. Apparently, the base had gone into alert because they thought they were under attack by an enemy bomber. This plane, it turned out, was just one of their own that had been out on patrol. Its transponder had malfunctioned, but the pilot managed to re-establish radio contact with the army before they could be shot down.

He was halfway changed when she walked in. To her credit, she did apologize to Oliver for the false alarm. She did not, however, offer him another orgasm. He understood and didn't argue. They couldn't risk him being unable to get erect tomorrow, plus they didn't have the time to go another round anyway. With thanks for his service, a reminder to address her as “General Ramtal, Sir," and an encouraging pat on the ass, he was dismissed for the day.

He didn't have time to get to the showers before roll call. The human commanders knew of his new position, but still expected him to be on time for his regular duties. So, as he marched back to his barracks, he wondered how in the world he would explain to his squad why he smelt like rat pussy.