{"sf1_id":2244793,"sf2_id":"ynZJv2wn","title":"CPT Obmeyer: Ch. 3","author":"CPT Obmeyer","words":2731,"posted_at":"2025-04-19T01:30:51.000Z","tags":["ADHG","Anthrostate","Arranged Marriage","Character Development","Emotional","Enemies to Lovers","Explicit","Femdom","HMOFA","M/F","Post-Apocalyptic","Rabbit","Straight"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2244793-cpt-obmeyer-ch-3","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ynZJv2wn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/f5/8f/f58f999c-c23c-404a-9ede-99db79c83b33","description":"Imported from SF2 with no description.","content":"**WELCOME TO THE MACHINE**\n\nOut the door you leap into a fresh snowdrift as deep as your waist.\n\nAs a husband on a leash you have next to no power over your life. What you can do is get the fuck away those anthros.\n\nCPT Obmeyer stands stoically against the blisteringly cold wind, her only acknowledgement of the freezing weather and active snowfall being a slight pinkness to her cheeks.\n\nYou in contrast aren't doing so well. You were arrested in the dead of night by The Inspectorate a week back, and weren't given a chance to grab anything other than your father's old bomber jacket.\n\nNo hat, no scarf, no heavy boots, no nothin'.\n\nFor Lotte Obmeyer, this won't do at all. She pulls you close to her by your leash, then unbuttons her great coat. She pulls you into her coat, wraps her arm around your waist, and uses the other to take your hand.\n\nWith you by her side and her face to the wind, she chivalrously shields you from the brunt of the storm as you walk.\n\nHer fellow officers pass one by one as they slog down the road, a few joking amongst themselves but most too distracted by the miserable weather to notice you.\n\nPressed so close to your rabbit-wife, you can't help but think about what happened between you yesterday. Lotte seems to radiate heat through her thick fur, and you note with some trepidation that her hand seems to fit perfectly together with yours.\n\nYour cheeks burn. Why in blazes did you have to call her 'mommy' yesterday?? Mama did this exact same coat thing with you when you were little!\n\nYour flustered thoughts still wrestle with each other when you hear CPT Obmeyer clear her throat.\n\nShe stands in front of a large, faded yellow building, patiently holding the door for you.\n\n\"T-thank you Lotte\" you stammer as you cross the threshold.\n\n\"You're welcome.\" She says, and takes up your leash again.\n\n* * *\n\nYour introduction to Ft. Douglas is far less uncomfortable than the weather.\n\nThough you've yet to spot another army husband on base, most of the facilities and services were designed with people like you in mind.\n\n\"There used to be more.\" Is the only thing your wife will say on the matter.\n\nYou find yourself waiting in line at some kind of bank, which confusingly doesn't seem to carry any cash.\n\n\"Where did you graduate from?\" You ask conversationally.\n\n\"Fargo Military Institute.\"\n\n\"Ahh, I've never been that far east. What was it like?\"\n\n\"Unruly and drunken.\"\n\n\"Oh...were you born there?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Where were you born?\"\n\nCPT Obmeyer pauses, and yanks your leash as the line moves.\n\nYou'd forgotten about getting an answer when she next spoke.\n\n\"Do you plan on interrogating me for the rest of today?\"\n\nYou swallow nervously. \"No...\"\n\n\"Good.\"\n\nAn old goat in reading glasses greets you at the counter. \"Dolores\", according to the sign, wears a faded, unbuttoned military jacket over normal civilian clothing, with two polished old medals hanging from the front.\n\nYou fill out several forms verifying your identity, present your State ID, and receive a pamphlet explaining how the on base commissary works.\n\nLotte cosigns everything you do, including something about \"account access.\" Dolores (Lori to you, sweetheart!) points to something of note on the form you can't quite see.\n\n\"You're certain about this, ma'am?\"\n\n\"Affirmative. He has done nothing for me to doubt his frugality.\"\n\n\"Easy Day,\" the old goat says with a loud stamp.\n\nObmeyer pulls you along after a polite nod to the clerk.\n\nUp next, in rapid order, are the ID Office, Security Office, and a trip to the officer's canteen for lunch.\n\nYou're a very popular topic of conversation at that table. A handful of the officers from earlier are there, but most are new faces.\n\nSomeone mentions \"gray sweatpants,\" and the crowd start telling you to show off for the peanut gallery.\n\nLotte says nothing and neither do you.\n\nYou are an officer's husband, and you are going to conduct yourself with the same dignified bearing as your wife!\n\nA hand sneakily feels around your inner thigh and you squeak. Another round of laughs, and a very angry lecture from Lotte.\n\nYou stand up after exactly half an hour, deposit your empty tray in a bin, ignore the hands trying to feel you as you pass, and are led out for further forms at the Requisitions Office and Officer's Commissary.\n\nThe Enlisted Commissary looked downright sad when you passed by. The Officer's Commissary, in contrast, was guarded by an armed trooper and stocked like a very small department store.\n\nMREs, name brand foodstuffs, civilian clothes, challenge coins, and even a few popular junk foods. No _Puppy Chow!_ sadly.\n\n\"Produce and meat distributed based on availability\" reads a sign. Guess even the officers can't have everything.\n\nThe clerk shrugged when she saw your authorization form. \"Hey, it's your money.\"\n\nLotte presents you with a new pair of _black_ women's sweatpants, you change clothes, the official groomer is pointed out to you, and you head off again.\n\nThis time your destination, the Housing Office, is down the road in a big, gray Before-Time building.\n\nEnlisted troopers of every rank mingle with each other around ancient coffee tables and in what clearly used to be a budget hotel.\n\nMore than a few seem to be living on bedrolls in various nooks, and the whole place stinks of musk and fur.\n\nThe officer's billet isn't here though. It takes another flustering march through the cold with Lotte before you reach what was a small downtown area.\n\n\"The Scholar Apartments\", according to faded writing on a brick wall. \"Officer's Billet 2\" According to the front desk.\n\nYou open the door to Lotte's apartment to find...\n\nWell, it's exactly what you expected, honestly.\n\nThe walls are mostly barren, save a diploma from FMI and framed copy of her commission on the wall.\n\nThe only furniture is a set of two seats, a coffee table, and a radio.\n\nThe bedroom has a Queen sized bed (which you suspect is new), two nightstands, and nothing else.\n\nSurprisingly, only the window smells like cigarette smoke.\n\nThen you're shown the kitchen.\n\n\"Your duties as husband begin tomorrow. Breakfast must be ready daily at 0630. Eggs, toast, and bacon unless informed otherwise. You will attend me, see me off, complete chores in my absence, and be here at 1630 to attend me when I return.\"\n\n\"Dinner is to be ready by 1830. Protein and vegetables. Follow the provided schedule to the minute.\"\n\nYou don't linger long. Lotte deposits _something_ in her closet, and it's out the door for one final errand.\n\n* * *\n\nFt Douglas's Central Administrative Building is a converted Before-Time high school. From what you've read in schlocky adventure magazines, this is fairly normal on the frontier.\n\nSuch stories typically go something like this:\n\n\u003e Heroic Anthrostate soldiers show up in an unnamed region, almost always led by a beautiful and heroic Inspector-Captain.  \n\u003e They defeat the local warlord, despite being heroically outnumbered, and establish a new outpost in a symbolically meaningful building like a town hall or courthouse.  \n\u003e All the townsfolk are oppressed, and apprehensive of the foreigners showing up in their invariably impoverished little village.  \n\u003e Inevitably they come around after the Inspector-Captain gives a heroic speech about the comforts of civilization and the blessing of maternalistic rule.  \n\u003e The soldiers are always well fed, even if they joke about the chef's cooking, and have sapphic tension dripping from their words (and past the censors) when they speak.  \n\u003e One or more marry willing locals despite this.  \n\u003e They grit their teeth heroically when they fire their fully-automatic guns.  \n\u003e There are never any human women, ever.  \n\u003e Eventually the forces of patriarchal reaction rally and try to take back the town.  \n\u003e If the author is feeling bold, a misinformed young man is gunned down when he takes up arms against the State, typically but not always by his own side.  \n\u003e He heroically renounces the error of his ways before dying.  \n\u003e A named NPC gets heroically snuffed.  \n\u003e The Inspector-Captain gives one final heroic speech about the beauty of hierarchy, or the dream of the Anthrostate Project, or patriotism.  \n\u003e You see the Inspectorate's Seal of Approval on the back cover.\n\nIn the time you've been sitting in this Inspector's Office, you've read about four of these stories. Lotte skimmed one for about 2 minutes before heroically tossing it in the trash can.\n\n\"_Harrgott in Himmel,_ The Inspectorate's self importance is endless. We lead, we bleed, and we die for The State while they lie through their teeth from behind desks in The City. No inspector has led troops in a decade.\"\n\nShe lights a new cigarette in violation of the \"no smoking\" sign, stares daggers at the overwhelmed Administrative Specialist, and all but dares her to say something about it.\n\n\"I-I am so sorry about this CPT Obmeyer ma'am! If I knew Inspector Goll's personal number I'd give it a r-ring, but it's not publicly available. She'll definitely be in some time today if you want to come back later!\"\n\nYour wife produces a metal container, stores her lit cigarette inside, and tucks it into her front pocket menacingly. Her voice is cold as ice, and practically drips contempt. \"Inspector Goll's posted office hours are from 0800 to 1600 hours, with a half hour lunch break at noon. It is now 1422. She is not here. Why is that, AS3 Bernardi?\"\n\nShe leans in for emphasis. \"Do you KNOW where the Inspector is, AS3?\"\n\nThe poor corgi is metaphorically sweating bullets. \"The Inspector, ah, there's many reasons. Sometimes she has meetings over lunch, o-or there are new recruits at Indoc to meet! She's very busy today with that.\"\n\nLotte says nothing immediately, instead standing to her full height.\n\n\"Do you mean _THESE RECRUITS?!_\" She shouts acidly, and gestures to the unorganized horde of nervous recruits spilling out into the hallway.\n\n\"Yes...\"\n\n\"I thought so.\"\n\nAS3 Bernardi puts her head on her desk and cries. CPT Obmeyer folds her arm, sits back down in her seat, and stares straight at her.\n\nThe crying eventually stops, yet the wait continues.\n\nAt 1458 a cackling heifer in a red-fringed uniform pushes her way through the crowd of recruits.\n\n\"Little boots, it's okay!~ We'll get your assignment rankings processed immediately!~ I had a meeting with Colonel Shepherd that went long, and I am SO SORRY!~ You're all valid, and I love you for your patience!~ \\\u003c3\" It croons.\n\nYou...\n\nYour eye is twitching. _Gospodi pomiluj_, you think you're actually going to get angry.\n\n\"Colonel Shepherd\" is a high end brand of rye whiskey sold exclusively in The City. Most probably don't know this. Fewer still will ever actually see a bottle.\n\nYou know though. By the way she's crushing your hand, so does Lotte. She bolts out of her seat and stands directly in front of the empty office.\n\n\"Inspector.\"\n\n\"He-llo Captain Lotte!~ Did you enjoy your conjugal sabbatical?~ Was he cuddly?~\" She asks, waving off an anxious group of junior enlisted.\n\n\"Was he handsome?~ Was it girth--OH. MY. GOODNESS!\" She declares, hands on her cheeks like some kind of mime actor. \"Is _this_ the boy?? Stars, and you let me keep him waiting!~ Lotte, how could you?~\"\n\nYour wife tries to sidestep between you at the heifer, but Inspector Goll is quick and you're pulled into an undignified bear hug.\n\nJesus Christ, these milk tanks are huge.\n\n\"Oh precious!~\" She exclaims miserably, \"I was so, so sorry when I heard about your family!\"\n\nYour eye is twitching again.\n\nThat's a very personal topic, most especially in front of a room full of recruits who will DEFINITELY talk. Anthro women are still women.\n\nLotte produces the metal container from her front pocket, pours out her cigarette, and relights it.\n\nGoll puts you down, and smooths out your clothes. \"Come into my office, I'll take care of you sweetness. I know how to deal with my own; We roar loud, but we're all just kittens when you make the right phone call. Lottie-Dottie-\"\n\n\"Never call me that.\"\n\n\"-make sure you take care of him. This is a very brave little angel, and I want to kiss him for what he's doing. I'm revolted by what's happened to him.\"\n\nShe takes you by the hand, which you feel the need to accept, and leads you into her office.\n\nOnly certain anthro species have claws. Dogs, felines, bears... Many others have human-like fingernails.\n\nInspector Goll has human fingernails. Unlike every woman you've ever met however, hers have grown out a good inch past her fingertips, and are poorly painted an ugly shade of magenta. They are presently digging into your wrist.\n\nCPT Obmeyer stands at the threshold to her office, inhales, exhales, and enters.\n\nA large, glass nameplate rests on the inspector's desk reading \"Doreen Goll\" against a background of falling cherry blossoms.\n\nTaking a seat across from you and your wife, who somehow manages to convey utter, inexhaustible disdain from behind a stone cold expression, Inspector Goll produces a manila folder out of the chaos.\n\nShe opens her desk and deposits a half-empty bottle from her handbag into a drawer holding a crystal decanter and matching serving glasses.\n\nThe heifer pats the folder on her desk. \"Now! Before we can start sorting these things, I'll need to see a signed marriage certificate.\" She doesn't even have time to breathe before your wife produces yours.\n\n\"Easy day!~ Prompt as always, Lotte. That's what I love about you!~ You're the only punctual person on base.\"\n\nThe heifer produces a formal looking set of stamps from her desk, inks one with a flourish, and slaps it down on your marriage certificate. \"Congratulations you two, I now pronounce you husband and wife!~\"\n\nYou glance at Obmeyer. She glances back.\n\nWhat a wedding day.\n\nThe marriage certificate, freshly stamped and a tad smeared from excessive force, is placed neatly into a surprisingly well maintained \"OUT\" box.\n\n\"Please allow 2 to 6 weeks for central processing. Of course, speaking of Central from more informal angles...\" Inspector Goll begins, her tone changing starkly as she props her head up in her hands.\n\nHer whole air seems to change instantly to one of smug self-assurance, and she looks right at you as she undoes her top buttons.\n\n\"The Judiciary has been notified of pending changes to Pavel's court case, and those against the rest of his family. The Inspector-Prosecutor's desk is empty, and she loathes a broken home.\"\n\nInspector Goll's lidded eyes leave you and turn to your wife, her tail flicking behind her playfully.\n\nLotte, ironclad disciple of The State that she is, meets her opposite's gaze in a staring contest. A whole minute passes before she finally relents and produces a plain, overstuffed white envelope from her great coat.\n\n\"Your commission in this affair. Thank you, Doreen.\"\n\nThe cow plucks the envelope daintily from your wife's hand and slides it between her breasts.\n\n\"Of course, Lottie-Dottie. Family values are as much an ideological matter as marriage. Professionally, how could I not step in?\"\n\nCPT Obmeyer says nothing, and gently prompts you up with the leash. Bowing her head respectfully, and solely as a courtesy, your wife leads you out of the inspector's office without another word.\n\nStepping out of the waiting room, she leads you down a long hallway before stopping in her tracks. Turning around, you immediately see why.\n\nInspector Goll steps out of the crowd of recruits, adjusts her pink and brown handbag, and turns towards the nearest exit.\n\nSome recruit vomits glitter as she passes.\n\nA put upon little corgi with a new set of very important looking stamps on her desk sighs miserably as she calls the first recruit.\n\n\"That, Pavel, is a living disgrace. Everything she does dishonors her uniform and insults the First Chairwoman in Absentia. When I come into power, and I will one day, I'm going to purge every inspector from the frontier and return control of the marches to the army.\"\n\n...\n\n\"I think I hate her.\" You say.\n\nLotte exhales sharply in a manner almost resembling a laugh.\n\n\"I do as well.\"\n\nCPT Obmeyer leads you, this time by the hand, back home.\n\n\"Pennsilfaani. I'm from Pennsilfaani.\"","series":{"name":"CPT Obmeyer","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2244791-cpt-obmeyer-ch-2.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2244798-cpt-obmeyer-ch-4.json"}}