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The jungle humidity permeated Idrina Menos' personal quarters in the Imperial Outpost even through over a dozen walls of durasteel. Even inside, with the life support pumping cool, recycled air in, the flies came. They stung and bit at the brown shepherd's fur. Idrina's muzzle was dripping wet from another break to splash water on her face. She breathed hard, fogging up the mirror in her private quarters' refresher.

For the dozenth time that day, Idrina opened up the medication cylinder. The ritual kept coming up empty and not providing her with another tablet of her heat suppressant.

“Goddammit!" she screamed. Her quarters were soundproofed, a benefit of being a member of the Imperial Security Bureau that ordinary soldiers wouldn't enjoy. She slammed her fist to the wall. She put in the requisition request months ago, but apparently the ass end of the outer rim doesn't get necessary medical shipments.

Or the damned Rebellion intercepted one of their shipments.

I hope you enjoy them, assholes.

The dog straightened up and brushed a stray fur from her uniform. Crisp white was a constant battle to maintain, but that was what the Empire was all about: Order, Discipline, Control.

_Captain Lee could use a bit of all three. _

Her superior officer spent most of his time off on retreats with the local system governor, Moff Balfour. Idrina couldn't blame him for trying to get out of the Suolriep sector—she was trying to do the same—but their methods differed. She was working to get out through her own skill and work while Lee was all-too-happy rubbing elbows and playing the political games that she had no stomach for.

The downside of her working so hard to prove herself was it meant every excursion he went on left Idrina working her job and his.

_Work is its own reward. _

Stepping out of her quarters, a MSE droid rammed into her foot. She glared down at it, watching it panic and scurry away, beeping apologies.

_Whole damned galaxy is testing my patience today. _

Her boots clacked on the polished floors as she made her way back to her station. There were several messages waiting at her console from the ensigns and crew. Rotations to approve, requisitions to be made—and ignored—and all of her own work on top of doing Captain Lee's job for him.

The RA-7 droid assigned to her shuffled over and handed her a datapad of the new passwords and countersigns to be reviewed. She nodded at MG-3 and watched her shuffle away. Those droids always made her skin crawl.

_Blasted droids. We don't need them. _

“Lieutenant, there's a communication that Captain Lee sent you during your… absence." The mottled-furred cat said from her station in the pit. There was no doubt that Ensign Edivon could smell the heat on her. There was an air of sympathy to the cat's words. Idrina wasn't sure what was worse, being whispered about by the junior officers or being pitied by them.

“I wonder what excuses he has this time…" Idrina muttered to herself. “Put it through."

The cat pushed the button and Idrina turned to face the holoprojection. It flickered for a moment, blue light coming into focus and stuttering for a moment. There was the familiar face of the bored wolf she reported to. He started speaking, but it came out garbled.

“Fix it," Idrina growled.

“I'm trying. There was some interference from the magnetics in the asteroid belt." The ensign tapped a few more buttons before the messaged replayed.

“Lieutenant Menos," Captain Lee said. Idrina nodded at the ensign in acknowledgment of her work.

Lee's hologram barely even looked towards the emitter.

He never did learn how to look into the camera.

“I've received a communique from command that there will be a resupply shuttle coming later today, at 1500 local time. Please make sure that they are cleared to land. I want you to skip the clearance procedure. This is a break in protocol, but Moff Balfour has pulled what strings he can to get us resupplied and if we don't receive this one, it may be some time before we can get another one. Rebel activity has played havoc with our supply lines. So let's make sure this gets done."

_So he doesn't have to hear us complaining about it anymore. _

“I'll be back later this week to catch up on the reports."

The hologram fizzled out, leaving her standing there.

This was so stupid. He was always working his way through the political machinery and cozying up to the moff. And if the rumblings through ISB channels were to be believed, he was likely going to be promoted to another posting.

_No doubt, another Captain will come and take his place rather than promoting someone qualified for it. _

This was all a bastardization of the dream that Idrina had when she joined the Empire. It was supposed to be better than this! It was supposed to be providing security against the chaos of another galactic conflict like the Clone Wars. Growing up in the midst of that war, she saw the push and pull of the war as the Republic and Separatists fought, the blockades ensured her planet suffered no matter who was in control.

War wasn't the answer. Control was.

“Ensign Edivon, what's the ETA on the resupply shuttle?"

The cat looked at the chrono and the tracking on the monitor in front of her.

“They'll be here within the hour, ma'am. I've already informed the maintenance crew to expect their arrival. It should be a smooth hand off."

“Very well. Are we within communication range of them?"

“Ma'am?" Edivon said.

“Something doesn't feel right about this. I want to confirm their codes."

“But Captain Lee—“

“Isn't here. I'm in command, Ensign."

Idrina could feel the cat's eyes going over her face, studying her as if it was a test.

“Yes ma'am, they're in communication range soon. I'll let you know."

“Thank you, Ensign."

Idrina tapped at her datapad, pulling up the latest countersign codes.

“Ma'am, the ship is in range. Would you like me to open a channel?"

“Do it."

There was no image this time, the audio that came through was garbled, phasing in and out until the Ensign stabilized the connection.

“Shuttlecraft Lambda, what is your vector for approach?" Idrina said.

“Outpost Theta-Four, we're coming in at point-oh-three-four." A feminine voice came back.

“Roger that. Please transmit your clearance codes for arrival."

There was a long pause. The dark-furred fox security agent looked up at Idrina. His screen displaying a readout on the shuttlecraft.

This felt off. And even though they all heard the orders to let them through, it as her call to make.

_Good soldiers follow orders. _

“I'm afraid we didn't catch that, Outpost. Say again?"

“Transmit your clearance codes for arrival."

“Just for something like this? Crew here keeps talking about having a Meiloorun Sunrise."

There was a moment's hesitation. There was a telltale beep of a targeting lock from the security officer's console. That was not today's password. She bit her cheek and stared straight ahead, weighing the options. If this was a ruse, they should be blasted out of the sky.

_Codes change. Did they not receive the new codes for the day yet? _

“I ask again, Lambda. Transmit your clearance code. You are not authorized to land."

“Outpost, my apologies," A rough, masculine voice came through. “Seems like we had some problems with our transponder. I think we need to get that repaired. Whole thing looks like it got hit by a nexu's claws."

The security officer looked at Idrina, frowning. They did finally provide the right code, but this didn't feel right. Something about it felt off. Idrina couldn't put her finger on it. She was ready to ask for his opinion when the cat behind her spoke up.

“Shuttlecraft Lambda, this is outpost, you're cleared to land," Ensign Edivon said.

Idrina turned on her heel and glared at the mottled cat.

“Roger that, Outpost. We'll begin our approach. Lambda out."

The world went flat, reduced to the cat's face as Idrina stormed to her station.

“Ensign, what was that? You did not have authorization to clear them for landing on pad three."

“Lieutenant, you didn't have authorization to hold them either. Captain Lee's message said to clear them for launch. I was following his orders, Ma'am."

Idrina ground her teeth, looking down at the cat who refused to back down either. Their eyes challenging the other.

“I will be noting this incident in my report, Ensign."

“And I'll be including it in mine, Ma'am."

Every time Edivon seemed like she was going to be an ally against Captain Lee, she did something like this. It was a cruel reminder that she was just as determined as Idrina. This was what she hated. There should be more unity in the Empire, not fighting against one another…

“Very well. I will be going down for the inspection. Meg," she turned to the bug-eyed droid. “Alert me if anything comes up. I want a background on that shuttle's history."

The droid made an affirmative noise and Idrina left the command center, making her way to the landing pads.

The maintenance crew was working to prepare for the cargo ship's arrival. So when the shuttle did arrive, began to unload as normal. The cat's insubordination was a thorn in her paw. It rankled her which made all of her worrying at it be like poking a scab. Edivon was playing a dangerous game to undermine her superior officer.

The victor would ultimately be decided by who was right. And that's why Idrina's eyes began scanning the shuttle for any abnormalities the second she saw it begin to descend to the platform. She couldn't see any signs of scorch marks or sabotage, but that was just the beginning. This was what the nature of the ISB left you with, paranoia and seeking patterns for betrayal when there could be nothing.

The shuttle crew got to work unloading the contents of supplies. Idrina spoke to their de facto quartermaster, who handed her the datapad to sign off on the manifest and receivables.

“Where is the crew?"

“They're over there," he gestured over his shoulder. A stormtrooper was taking over a floating crate's controls from a tall lupine.

The behavior was off. The code was from yesterday, the message was garbled, the uniform felt off on the lupine, like it was good enough, but not right.

“Lieutenant Menos," her commlink chimed. It was the droid in the command center.

“What is it, Meg?" the affectation of the droid's name another thing that pushed her apart from the rest of the base.

“I completed a scan of the ships' transponder. I can see a ship matching this description was recently reported. It appears this may be the ship that was lost six months ago out of the Dantooine system.

And there it was: the confirmation of her fears. The distorted message, the break in protocol, the password and countersigns being out date…

Idrina turned to see the last of the crates set down by the maintenance crew. It was surrounded by troopers and maintenance crew. People under her care, her responsibility. The datapads clattered to the floor and she took off running. The dog opened her mouth to warn them, but she couldn't get there before the crate erupted in a ball of fire.

The shock wave sent her to the ground, and her head hit the plating of the landing platform.

After that, it was a hazy mess of images, and a likely concussion. And screams. The screams of dead and dying men and blaster fire. Her world erupted and she wanted to get up and fight. She wanted to fight as her men were either killed. But she wasn't that lucky.

Distantly, over the screams of pain, she heard boots clambering out of the shuttle, storming the outpost. Her people were being shot as the world turned to hell. It was all a sign of her failure. The approaching boots were the coming sounds of her own death coming. Rolling onto her back, Idrina saw a figure standing over her.

_Face it with honor. _

Any details were lost between the smoke and the pain in her head. Her eyes never got the chance to take any details in before the hand moved, pulling a blaster and firing. The blue ring of light struck her in the chest, and vision faded away to nothing.

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Idrina woke up with a stinging behind her eyes. Her skull hurt, the brown shepherd's hair was disheveled out of the tight bun regulations demanded. It hung in her eyes and stuck at the corner of her lips. Looking at her uniform, the blast hadn't been close enough to do more than singe the fabric. Dark soot covered the fabric, and there were tears along the chest, where the light armor weave in the ISB uniform protected her somewhat.

_Better than most of the poor bastards. _

Idrina was in her own quarters. But everything had been ripped out. The bed had been flipped, the datapads removed, and all personal effects removed. They'd made her own living space a prison cell.

She was kept in there for some time. It was hard to tell just how long, but she did see the door open once. A small chadra-fan came in with a tray of food for her. She scoffed, not surprised at all that the Rebels were employing a species as weak and pathetic as the bat-faced rodents.

There was no point in trying to attack it either. There was a guard in the doorway, and she saw an IT-O droid floating around. The black sphere was as menacing as she remembered from training. And who knows what they put in that needle.

“Using our own interrogation droids against us? I didn't think you had it in you."

The chadra-fan didn't even look at her or respond. It turned and walked out.

Hours later, the door opened again. In place of the chadra-fan, this time it was a towering lupine. His fur was scraggly, but in decent shape, at least he took some pride in his appearance. The grey lupine fur was muddied by something brown and tawny—a coyote maybe. His uniform was askew, barely fitting him, which was to be expected of a group that didn't care about military discipline like they did. But what she really noticed was the eyes. The golden eyes lit a fire in her immediately.

_Damned heat… _

She shouldn't find him attractive—she was of good stock as a shepherd! He was some halfbreed genetic mistake that ruined both coyote and lupine lineages. If she had gotten her suppressants already, then maybe she wouldn't be noticing the way he looked at her. He could tell just from entering the room that heat was burning through her body. It was only natural with adept canine noses.

“Lieutenant Menos?" The coyote said. His voice was deep with a gravelly scrape to its timbre. “I'm Commander Vhing."

“I don't give a damn who you are," Idrina growled. Her eyes narrowing. “I take it that message from Captain Lee was your doing? Smart work, using the magnetic interference to disguise the artifacting in the hologram."

He said nothing, just stared at her. His eyes traveled over her for a moment, nose working double time as he kept breathing in the concentrated scent of the heat-stricken bitch.

“And I take it that was your voice I heard correcting the password? I was ready to blast your shuttle out of the sky. I should have given that order; a lot of my men would still be alive if I had."

Again, nothing. He stared at her, not confirming or denying anything she said, which rankled her. He did good work getting under their detection, even if she knew something was wrong. At least admit to it!

“So what is it you want?" she said.

“Captain Lee. He has information on Moff Balfour that would help the people of the Suolriep sector. He's not on the base, but you've been in contact with him. You're going to tell me where he is."

“You spoofed his message. You knew he liked to cut corners and you faked the message to get yourself landing permissions. You should be able to find him."

“He's careless and sloppy. But we could only piggy back onto his message to add what we needed him to say. You know where his shuttle went. You can tell us his shuttle's transponder for us to follow."

“And why would I do that? You think I'm going to break that easily?"

“No," the coywolf shook his head. “I think you're going to give us this information because you know that Moff Balfour is a bastard too. And Captain Lee is just as corrupt."

“I'm a loyal Imperial," she growled. “I don't betray my superior officer."

“No, you just report him up the chain of command. And they ignore you because you've been too much of a pain in their ass. You won't let them ignore their own corruption. They want to keep pilfering from local resources, and you're holding them to an ideal."

“You don't even know what you're talking about."

“I know that you haven't had a resupply in months. I know that you've been passed over for several promotions and were sent here after refusing to lift your tail for your last superior officer's cock. Having seen his picture? I don't blame you."

Her eyes bore into him, wishing she could kill him just with that glare.

“I know your last report on a certain Fleet Admiral was buried because his abuse of power and taste for young women is excusable if he knows the right people.

“And I know that you've been in heat for some time."

He opened up a small pouch on his thigh and inside was a single pill capsule. Her cheeks burned at how obvious it was. But the bastard was already eye-humping her as it was. Of course he would offer that to her.

“That's the best you can do? Then we're done here."

Idrina stared straight ahead. Vhing put a hand on her shoulder, and that's when she took her chance. She swung a fist at him, striking his muzzle. She managed to get her claws into his muzzle and rip down, drawing a bit of blood from his face. She leapt and her stomach collided with his stomach.

If she thought he'd be winded, she was disappointed. His elbow came down on her back. The sharp sting of pain on her kidney sent her to the ground. She groaned when Vhing brought his weight on top of her. The sting of metal cuffs pinching her wrists came into sharp focus when she heard the click of the lock.

Idrina cursed and felt the weight release from her back. Her eyes felt unfocused as she looked over the floor, finding a small powdery substance on the shiny metallic floor.

“Well, I hope you're happy with yourself," the dog grunted, kneeling by the powder. “Looks like you crushed the suppressant I was going to offer you. Seems a real shame that you did this to yourself."

It took some doing, but the proud shepherd moved to her knees, glaring up at him. She spit blood out onto his boots.

“Like you would have given me that anyway. I see the way you're looking at me. Was this your plan all along? Just couldn't wait to get into my pants, huh, mutt?"

“Not really. I don't really have a thing for bootlickers." Vhing said, standing back and looking her over.

“Then why are you looking at me like that? Why are you practically drooling at me? I know that's what you're after, mutt."

“Typical fucking Imp, assuming everything is about you. I noticed. But since you're so needy that you're practically grinding into my foot. We can make this easy."

He grabbed her collar and brought her up onto her knees. She struggled at the cuffs, wanting them to pop free so she could jump him! But he brushed hair from her face, some of it sticking to the blood on her lip.

“Be a good girl now," he growled.

Vhing's hand went to the front of his pants, pulling them down to bring his dark grey and black sheath free. It was at her eye level, and the grip to her hair made it far more difficult to turn away from him.

The sheath was a challenge. And worse, he kept stepping towards her until his sheath was rubbing against her face.

Taking a deep breath, she could smell the dog so clearly, so potent. And it was…

It was good.

So many in the Empire frowned upon displays of sexuality and desire, but Idrina always felt herself going weak at the scent of a male's sheath like this. Especially if she was on her cycle.

“Fuck…" she whispered.

“That's what you wanted, huh? Shut you up fast enough," he laughed.

She tried to fight the force of his hand but he growled, claws poking at the back of her head. A whimper left her throat, head still hazy from the explosion and smack to her face.

“Fuck… you…"

Vhing snarled, grinding his sheath against her muzzle.

“I'm not the only dog here. Plenty of them would love to get their hands on a bitch in heat. And not all of them would be as gentle as I've been."

That's what finally made her give in. It was easier to give in than to fight him and who knows how many others out there.

Idrina should feel some level of disgust at the mongrel's sheath being pressed against her nose. She should be angry, barking and biting at him, tearing his balls off, making him scream in agony. This is the enemy, worse still, this is a half-breed. Some mutt born of parents who didn't have enough sense to care about the purity of their bloodlines.

But she found her mouth salivating at the rich, earthy scent of the dog's musk. Beneath the sweat and natural odors of being outdoors for who knows how long while they planned this, was the scent of a man capable of sating the heat that had been burning between her legs for days now.

And she was powerless to resist the call of the most basic biological imperatives.

She opened her mouth, eyes glaring up at him.

The dark-furred balls dragged over her tongue, the mutt above her guiding her head to working at him. Her tongue lolled out, eyes closed as she tried to bury what was happening out of her awareness. She was brought back to herself when the coywolf growled, sending shivers down her spine. The hand on her head grew firmer, pressure being applied to force her to say. There was no fighting him, and she was ashamed to admit that somewhere buried inside of her, she wanted to submit.

So when her mouth wrapped around one ball, that was of her own doing. She sucked on it, tongue lapping around it like she was trying to clean him, but he wasn't even messy—yet. She moved from one to the other, whimpering at the salty, sweaty taste of the dog's fuzzy sack. She cursed her tail for the wagging it did. The slow sway a betrayal of ever fiber of her resolve.

When the dog's cock started to grow from the sheath, the red stood out against the dark fur. If the scent of him was like a shroud wrapping over her mind, this was like a cloak, weighing her down and forcing any thoughts of resistance from her head.

Gazing up at his dark-red cock, she felt cross eyed. The cock kept growing, until finally it was at its full-size, the hard cock dripped pre onto her forehead, the scent coming with it. The weight of it brought it onto her face and she felt the heat radiating off of it.

Her mouth came free from his balls, whether by her own volition or his paw, she wasn't sure. She pressed a kiss to his tip, pre sliding along her lips from one kiss then the next. She got more wanton with her kisses, finally looking up at him. She found herself taking the shaft into her muzzle.

The strong taste of him covered her tongue, salty, earthy. The aroma of him filled her mind, making her mouth water. She was feeling unsatisfied by just that tip. Her mouth moved farther, his cock pushing halfway. Se could feel her pussy growing hot, burning and making her panties more and more worthless to hide her shame.

Finally, she pushed down and took all of him. It made her jaw ache and her nose tickle from being rubbed against the pubic fur. He was grinding against her nose and she whimpered, her throat doing its best to keep him where he stood!

“I don't even have to force you. You just know what to do, bitch," Vhing chuckled.

Idrina's ears flicked and she glared up at him. She forced the thought of biting him out of her head. She doubted that guard she saw was the only one out there. You didn't make decisions without proper information. Complying was easier.

Right?

Buried deep in a part of her she couldn't admit to herself, she wanted this. Enjoying it made her burn with shame. She was being forced to do this against her will. And her body betrayed by responding to the treatment with pleasure coursing through her! It was so wrong, so foul, but she felt him thrust hard. The pressure to the back of her throat almost made her gag. And then he thrust again.

And again.

Vhing was fucking her muzzle, his balls hitting her chin and her traitorous body could only react by wagging her tail and feeling the dampness in her underwear growing. She cursed and made her tail stop wagging, but Vhing had already seen.

“Oh… That's adorable. You're enjoying this." He started to thrust. His cock roughly swabbing her throat. It wasn't kind; it wasn't gentle. He was using her like little more than a whore, his hips crashing into her face. She was forced to kiss his sheath over and over, her eyes watering from the force he was using.

“I knew you'd be easy to ply, being in heat, but I didn't expect you to practically beg me!"

The dog retched, trying hard not to choke or throw up! Eyes watered, wrists flexed, metal cuffs biting at her skin. She could smell him in the thick pubic fur that buried into her nose and tickled her. The pressure on her head made it impossible to move away or get any air into her burning lungs.

All she could do was take it. She was a toy.

And judging by the aggressive snarls he gave, a good toy.

He sped up, slamming into her muzzle, claws poking at her head. The sound of a loud snarl above her caused her tail to tuck underneath her, trying to hide herself from him. She could feel spittle dripping down onto her once pristine, white uniform. The dog whined, not sure if she was wanting more, or wanting him to stop, or somewhere in between. But there was no way he'd stop at the pace he set.

Finally, he came.

A salvo of his cum shot out across her face, hitting her cheeks, her muzzle, her tongue. She moaned, eyes closed as she was coated by the coywolf's cum. She was left panting, desperate for air after the cruelty of his abuse. Her chest rose and fell as she gazed up at him, riding out the feeling of being sullied.

The cum on her forehead dripped down, hitting her eye. She hissed in pain at the stinging sensation. Blinking to get the irritation out, which only made her growl grow in her throat.

“Bastard!" she growled. Her chest heaved as she looked up at him. “You fuck my throat and do that to me and you expect me to give you any information? No wonder you Rebels go after half-breeds, there's no one civilized among you!"

Vhing's paw struck the side of her cheek, sending her sprawling down to the ground. She gasped. She was unable to catch herself thanks to the cuffs biting at her wrists.

“Oh sure. Blame us while you're calling us slurs. Blame us when you steal our land, imprison our families, and turn us against each other! Especially the ISB. That's all you do is spy on each other."

“Can you blame us?" Idrina spat, rolling onto her back. She fought to sit up, not taking the smack to the face for nothing. “How many innocent bystanders have you killed? You go after factories, research laboratories, and transports with your targets, but what about the civilians working there? The Empire isn't perfect, but it provides order! Without it, bandits and gangsters crush everyone beneath them."

Vhing raised an eyebrow at her. “You know, I may believe that you're coming at this from somewhere understanding what you're talking about, if you didn't work with the Hutts, and the Black Sun, and Crimson Dawn. The Empire is willing to use anyone to keep people under their boot. So if you care so much about people, why work for them?"

“I don't need to answer to you," Idrina glared up at him. Her chest heaving.

He wasn't wrong. The Empire did work with the underworld too. But that was just another tool to keep the galaxy secure. The alternative was another civil war like the Clone War. And that…

That would only cause more orphans and more devastation across the galaxy. Uprisings must be firmly crushed, and the Empire was the best way to do that. The coywolf didn't understand that yet. But in time, they all would. The Empire couldn't be brought down.

Like her instructor at the academy always said, no matter how much these Rebels fought against the tide, the river always won.

“You don't need to answer that. But you do need to answer where Captain Lee is. Because Moff Balfour is a tyrant on the people in the system, and we both know it. So let's make it easy for you."

Vhing grabbed Idrina's uniform by the collar and lifted her up. He still had his cock out, rubbing against the stark white uniform and marring it with the viscous liquid. This was so wrong, so against regulations, against the purpose of the uniform itself! And he only seemed cocky about it as he ripped her pants open, tearing the backside of her fabric open.

Losing her balance, Idrina fell face-first to the ground. Her heat-soaked panties clung so closely to her mound. His hand shoved her head to the floor. The bitch's knees kept her ass raised. She growled growled, trying to push herself back up. But the hand on her head kept her in her place. He held her down, her cheek rubbing against the hard metal paneling. She gasped when the tapered red cock that was just in her throat rubbed against her folds.

_Fuck, it feels good! _

No amount of squirming would allow her to escape his grasp. She was stuck. Her ears pinned to her head, and his cock rubbed along her entrance. And she kept pressing back to his cock, feeling the heat of him as he teased her with exactly what could sate that need.

“Let me make it clear what is going to happen here, bitch. You're going to give me the location of Captain Lee. You'll tell me the clearance code we need to get onto his shuttle, and in exchange…" Vhing pushed his cock into her, just the head. She whined, feeling it pushing her open, spreading her lips around that beautiful red cock. Just as quickly, he pulled back, not letting her have it.

“So what do you say, bitch? Gonna take the best offer you're going to get?"

Idrina's ears drooped and she cursed, looking over her shoulder.

“Code is in the cylinder on my right breast pocket, assuming it didn't break in the explosion…"

Vhing's paw grabbed her chest, letting his paw go over the curve of her breast. There was a tug at her tunic, popping it open and halfway tearing it off. He pulled the cylinder free and tucked it in his pocket. His whole attention was on the task at hand.

“And his location?" Vhing said.

Idrina growled. “You'll get that when you've fucked me, mutt."

Somewhere along their fighting, it transformed from real spite to something akin to banter. Her heat seemed like a poor excuse for why she was enjoying this. The mutt shoved his cock into her, making her yelp in satisfaction.

“Aaah, fuck!" she pressed her hips back to his.

The coywolf growled, his hips pressing hard down and slamming in again, then again. And again! She moaned, being pushed into the ground hard as he fucked her with a series of hard thrusts. Each one hit her ass, making her gasp out loud. Her hands screamed in pain from the metal cuffs biting into her wrists. But why would he care about what a prisoner felt when she was being treated for her heat in the most primal, natural way possible!

Hips crashed into hers, his claws digging into her head. There was a savagery that Vhing gave her, his cockhead struck her cervix. Her head swam, and she felt drunk on the coywolf's cock. If she was going to get this heat taken care of, and sell Lee out, it had better be worth it at least! Besides, Lee was a bastard who made her life hell. So she didn't feel any remorse about betraying him.

_He's done the same to others before. This is what he deserves. _

“Fucking hell," he growled into her neck, biting at her scruff and tearing at the fabric of her uniform. “I'd say it's not just the heat you're fighting here. You've been needing this for a loooong time, haven't you?"

Idrina attempted to spit, but couldn't quite make it. Her cheek rubbed raw on the metallic floor every time the mutt's cock rammed into her. There was no finesse or care to what she was getting here. Just fucking. Just breeding. Claiming.

And fuck but the mutt was doing a good job at it!

As suddenly as it started, the dog pulled free. He held her tail, yanking it up just hard enough that she couldn't lower her hips at all.

“You want that knot, don't you?"

“Fuck off," she snarled, wishing her cuffs weren't on. “You fucking tease. Just finish it already!"

“No… You give me his location and then you'll get the knot."

She turned down, her face to the ground and letting out a long sigh.

“Go to sector Zero-Bravo-Eight-Four-Two-Two. Transmit the code on the cylinder and the buoy should show you where Balfour and Lee have been hiding from you."

Vhing shoved his cock back in. The weight of his body pressed on the back of her shoulders. With every thrust, he ground his hips hard into hers. Her cheek burned at the feeling of being so brutally rubbed into the paneling, but the kiss of the knot at her silky folds made her whimper.

What hurt her pride more than just being in this position was how much he was right. She did need this from him. She needed to be knotted already, she needed the bite on her shoulder and breath in her ear. It was all the intoxication of a proper rutting that made her scream for him. She was loud enough that anyone still alive outside this room, Rebel or Imperial, likely heard exactly what was transpiring in this room.

But any thoughts or doubts about that were forced from Idrina's mind when the knot pushed in. Her toes curled as she writhed around his cock. Every centimeter he pushed into her made her whimper! The knot was huge! She may be a large dog herself, but the wolf's size still seemed to push her to her limits.

Finally, it popped! Her pussy was forced to accept that big bruiser of a knot as it throbbed and sealed her lips around him. The Rebel scum had knotted her!

And there it was, the second salvo of cum shot into her. She could feel the tug of pressure on her pussy. He was testing it to make sure that she wasn't able to pull free. And the warmth of cum flooding into her womb was just the thing to put out that burning fire of her heat.

Her head swam, not able to pull herself free as Vhing's knot kept her pinned to him. He held her there, still growling into her ear. She pinned her ears down, feeling somewhat cowed down by the dog above her. She gasped when his hands pulled her tunic open. He grasped her breasts through her undershirt, massaging her chest with his large hands. They were rough and calloused, no doubt from living in the outer rim and on the fringes. She grunted when he pressed his weight to her back, bringing her to the floor as he held her there.

“You're hurting my wrists," she said.

“Shut up," Vhing sighed into her neck. “You're lucky it's me interrogating you. I've got a couple men that may not have been as… accommodating to a bitch in heat."

“Accommodating? Is that what you're calling it?"

“You agreed to it. You sold your commanding officer out pretty quickly too. The question is, do you just hate him, or do you hate what your Empire became?"

“Incredible. Do you honestly think that a simple fuck can make me switch sides?"

“I think you wouldn't have been so quick to offer information up if you didn't already know something was wrong. You know that it's not right. You know that the people on the outer rim always suffer while the core gets it all. And people like Lee are just one part of the bigger problem."

“What do you expect me to say?" she growled. “I devoted my life to the Empire, it was the only way off my planet. It was the only choice I had!"

Vhing pulled his cock free, the member softening up enough that he could slide out without too much resistance. She whimpered at the sharp tug, stars filling her vision. She heard his boots walking away from her and put his cock back into his pants.

“That may have been the only choice you had at the time, Lieutenant. But times are changing. And you've got another choice in front of you now. What you do now is up to you."

He walked out of the room, and left Idrina there, her clothes pulled open and her body sore from the rough use.

The door was open and Idrina stared at it, wondering where to go from here.