{"sf1_id":2248012,"sf2_id":"qmy2aj7n","title":"CPT Obmeyer: Ch. 17","author":"CPT Obmeyer","words":6333,"posted_at":"2025-05-02T00:06:39.000Z","tags":["ADHG","Anthrostate","Arranged Marriage","Character Development","Emotional","Enemies to Lovers","Explicit","Femdom","HMOFA","Human","M/F","Rabbit","Straight"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2248012-cpt-obmeyer-ch-17","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/qmy2aj7n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/09/9b/099ba641-2e54-4c6d-a04b-ce852621f24c","description":"One chapter left  \n  \nThen the tigers break free","content":"**THE POST-WAR DREAM**\n\nSitting in a bunker here behind your wall.\n\nIt's a place you've been many times before. Once for a good stretch when your father died, but almost always briefly.\n\nYou've gone away inside, beneath blissfully cozy sheets and soft words.\n\nTime passes by like an old video set to fast forward, people and events coming and going without much registering in your mind.\n\nFamiliar people. Strangers.\n\nYou're here, and you're a part of it, but there's no danger when you're this far back in your head.\n\nNod. Say yes. Say it doesn't matter. Say you'll do what Lotte wants.\n\nIgnore the concerned looks. Say everything is okay when they keep asking.\n\nForget everything as soon as it happens.\n\nNo pain. No happiness. Just empty cycles.\n\nCrawl back in bed and forget there was ever a problem.\n\nThis could be a permanent state of affairs if not for one thing:\n\nYou're no good at being lonely anymore.\n\nA certain jitteriness takes hold inside, and you fidget restlessly.\n\nSomething soft touches your cheek.\n\nA concerned voice pierces the wall.\n\n\"Dearest...?\"\n\nLotte.\n\nYour apartment door appears in the middle of the wall.\n\n\"Did you lie down again?\"\n\nYou smile.\n\nYeah, fuck this shit.\n\nScrew ego death. There's someone waiting for you out there!\n\nThe door opens, filling your vision with white light.\n\n* * *\n\nThe first thing you see is her face, mere inches from your own.\n\nBlack hair falls all around you, obscuring the world and filling your head with Lotte's sweet, comforting scent.\n\nHer eyes meet yours, and the look on her face turns from concern to relief.\n\nBirds chirp outside.\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe smiles with her eyes, and your heart skips a beat.\n\n\"Hey…\" You say.\n\n\"Hey...\"\n\nYour wife is so soft and perfect.\n\nHow could you ever think of leaving her behind?\n\nGod, you wish she would just-\n\nLotte lowers her face and kisses you, passing on the breath of life.\n\nYour heart bursts and color returns to the world.\n\nHoly hell, it's good to be alive.\n\nLost in each other's eyes, you ambush her by grabbing her ass and yanking her onto the bed.\n\nShe's caught off guard only for a moment, shifting to bring herself down on top of you.\n\nHands on either side of your head, looming over you, every kiss she gives tastes finer than wine.\n\n\"Dearest, you're smiling again.\" She says.\n\n\"How could I not?\" You ask, and genuinely mean it.\n\nHow could you not be happy when Lotte is nearby?\n\nYour wife takes a spot on the bed next to you, wraps an arm across your shoulder, and nuzzles you affectionately.\n\nShe's wearing civilian clothes again. Black on gray, just like the day you met.\n\nYou spot a familiar set of curtains hanging by the window and sigh with relief.\n\n\"Ft. Douglas. I could cry Lotte, I'm so happy.\"\n\nShe kisses your cheek. \"Me too, dearest…\"\n\nMay as well just come out and say it…\n\n\"So, this is going to sound strange, but I don't think I was really here the last few days. I don't remember coming home.\"\n\n\"You weren't.\" Lotte murmurs as she pulls your head against her shoulder. \"You've barely said a word since-\"\n\nA sudden mental ache causes you flinch.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"-even during treatment. Everyone has been worried for you.\"\n\n\"Treatment...?\"\n\nLotte swallows hesitantly and raises your left hand over your head.\n\nYour mouth quietly opens.\n\nEvery finger between your pinky and your thumb is badly bruised and wrapped in splints.\n\nYou become aware of a dim pain through much of your body that you'd previously been able to ignore.\n\nThe right side of your body aches especially. Doreen pummelled you blue there.\n\n\"I-- Lotte, I can't work with these. Even with physical therapy I'm going to have trouble moving my fingers!\"\n\nLotte pulls you in.\n\n\"After consulting with Major Roe, the decision was made to discharge you from the Army. I'm sorry, Pavel.\"\n\nYou close your eyes and let your head fall to the pillow.\n\nThat's it then.\n\nLess than a month of living the dream and it's already over.\n\nAfter all the bullshit you went through for a chance at your nursing cert, discharge feels like a rotten way for things to end.\n\nYou should honestly be more upset about all this, but it's proving difficult.\n\nLotte's whiskers are tickling your cheek, and the disappointment in her voice is as real as your own.\n\n\"I…I'm okay with this.\" You say. \"I can heal. I don't need a career to be a worthwhile person.\"\n\nLotte laughs softly.\n\n\"What? What's so funny?\"\n\nYour wife climbs out of bed and pulls you up by your good hand.\n\n\"We have an appointment to keep. Let me go get something. After that I can help you put shoes on…\"\n\n* * *\n\nFt. Douglas is a very different place than the ghost town you remember.\n\nLast time you were here you could walk 4 blocks and never see another soul.\n\nThe streets were cracked and covered with frost; No one braved the cold if they could avoid it.\n\nToday the streets glow in the warm light of early spring, and are packed to bursting with something you never expected to see:\n\n_Families._\n\nEvery way you look, anthros and humans are holding hands and having lively conversations with one another.\n\nHusbands with their wives, fathers with their daughters, and no shortage of _v__ery_ happy mothers playing with their children.\n\nIt's a nice scene, set against the backdrop of a lively festival running down Main Street.\n\nYou feel Lotte rest her hand on your shoulder from behind.\n\n\"Happy Founding Day, Pavel.\"\n\nTo your left are vendors hawking patriotic knick-knacks, handing out informative pamphlets, and giving miniature flags to children.\u0026nbsp;\n\nTo your right is a long row of carnival games and a pillar of smoke rising into the sky.\n\nThere's even a live band playing politically safe rock music somewhere in the distance.\n\nYou catch a whiff of what's riding on the wind and start to drool.\n\n\"Lotte, they're grilling real meat over there.\"\n\n\"Indeed.\"\n\nYou lick your lips.\n\n\"I-I think I smell pork. They're serving chicken, Lotte!\"\n\n\"Beef too, I hear.\"\n\nYou look at her in disbelief.\n\n\"BEEF?! Did someone important show up?!\"\n\nA teenage rat and her human brother run past hand in hand. Their father strolls by a moment later, waving to an unseen companion further down the way.\n\n\"You could say that.\"\n\nYour stomach growls impatiently.\n\n\"Lotte, can we–?\"\n\nYour wife boops you on the nose.\n\n\"Only if you're a good boy.\"\n\nTurning a corner in the shade of an abandoned street light, you see several long tables set up over the adjacent cross-street.\n\nTeams of uniformed anthros work dutifully around dozens of charcoal grills, each sizzling with a tantalizing amount of meat.\n\nUnfortunately, the large crew is serving an equally large crowd; The food line stretches well past the intersection and down the street.\n\nYou moan and bounce on your feet like an antsy kitten.\n\n\"Do officers get first dibs, Lotte?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Do you know some way we could skip the line?\"\n\n\"Afraid not.\"\n\nGod damnit. The one time they're fair about something it's for this!\n\nNothing to do but take your place and wait in line.\n\nChairwoman's ghost, that's a lot of food.\n\nPotatoes being mashed, pickles being deep fried, cheese being cut!\u0026nbsp;\n\nThis is an absolute cornucopia you can't even begin to imagine the price tag for.\n\n\"Does the Army always go all out like this Lotte?\"\n\nMC2 Farshaw trots by with a plate full of pulled pork sliders and a mound of mashed potatoes.\n\n\"Only on Founding Day. High Command takes the annual cookout _very_ seriously. There have been mutinies over inadequate provisions.\"\n\nThe line lurches and you take a few steps forward. Someone to your left interrupts your culinary daydreams with a tap on the shoulder.\u0026nbsp;\n\nA maned wolf dressed in dolphin shorts and a white tank top smiles down at you, a pup in overalls held lovingly against her shoulder.\n\n\"Well hey there Corpsman! Enjoying your first cookout?~\" Says Major Charles. “Me and this cutiepie just got done eating, as it happens. You wanna say hi to Pavi, Lydia?~\"\n\nThe little girl turns her head from her mother's shoulder to look at you shyly with two bright blue eyes.\n\nShe's the cutest thing you've ever seen.\n\n\"C'mon sweetie! Show him your big, beautiful smile!~\"\n\nLydia reaches out with her tiny little arm and waves. “H-hi Pavi. I'm Lidee…\"\n\nChairwoman's ghost, your heart! She's so precious!\n\nYou give her your biggest, friendliest smile and wave back.\n\n\"Hey there! Your mama's told me all about you.\"\n\nYou affect a little gasp, and lean in conspiratorially. Little kids love that kinda thing; Lydia can't help but mimic you.\n\n\"I heard you saw _a real helicopter_ in The City. Is that true??\"\n\nShe livens up with a genuine smile on her face. You barely even notice the scar where she had her harelip fixed.\n\n\"Yeah! I-it was big and it in-inna sky!\"\n\n\"That's so cool! What did it look like? What color was it?? I've never seen one before!\"\n\nThat certainly gets her going.\n\nThe trick to talking with little kids is to find out what they like and act like it's the coolest thing ever.\n\nNot only was the helicopter red, which you are informed is the best color, it had big metal thingies on the top that spinded round and round so it could fly like a fly, not a bird.\n\nYou went to the Bismarck City Air Show as a kid too. Cool to hear they have more working “airpanes\" these days.\n\nSoon the line starts moving again and you have to wave goodbye to your little friend.\n\nLotte takes you by the hand once Major Charles is out of sight.\u0026nbsp;\n\n_\u0026nbsp;\"I want one.\"_\n\n* * *\n\nLotte steps inside the base clinic and chivalrously holds the door for you.\n\nOn any other day you'd have to plead with her to come inside, yet today she seems almost eager.\n\nA stout capybara behind the counter drops her clipboard and covers her face when she sees you walk through the front door.\n\n\"Heya Georgia. Uhh, here to visit a friend. Can we check in?\"\n\nShe races into the back office.\n\n\"GIRLS! HE'S HERE AND HE'S TALKING!\"\n\nUh oh.\n\nAbout a dozen nurses, PAs, and orderlies come racing from the clinic floor to ply you with questions, mother you over your injuries, and make sure their little brother is okay.\n\nKennedy the otterly hangs towards the back of the crowd, looking no less relieved than the others and fighting hard to hold back tears.\n\nMartina the stoat, a med student from Sioux Falls who got roped into a combat rotation, takes your good hand and begs you to never go near the front again.\n\n\"Pavel, seeing you hurt just about killed us! I cried myself to sleep that night!\"\n\nEmily from surgery gets her arms around your neck and whines like a sad, lonely little puppy. \"Why were you all alone?! WHAT DID WE DOOO?~\"\n\nLotte watches from the sidelines wearing her subdued little smile.\n\n\"He can't leave. He needs an x-ray!\" Someone shouts.\n\n\"We did that already. He needs counseling!\" Says another.\n\n\"Quit tugging, his ribs are bruised! Why are you being so rough? He's _sensitive!~\"_ Wails a skittish little mouse.\n\n\"WHERE IS HE?!\"\n\nEveryone quiets down ominously.\n\nOh no.\n\nYou didn't think it was even possible for her to \\*get\\* angry.\n\nThe crowd of mother hens parts for the snow leopard in a white lab coat storming towards you.\n\nMajor-Doctor Roe, mistress of everything medical, is missing her signature smile.\n\n\"Wipe that smirk off your face, Corpsman! D-do you--\" She starts shakily, hands trembling. \"Do you have any idea how it felt to hear GUNSHOTS and not have you nearby? O-or what it was like trying to realign your bones by hand and splint your fingers with tears in my eyes?\"\n\nShe jabs you in the chest with her finger.\n\n\"And now after half a week of dissociating, do you really think you can just sail into my clinic as if you didn't give me the worst night of my career?!\"\n\n\"Yes...?\"\n\nYour mentor yanks you into a full body hug and cries. \"YOU STUPID BOY!\"\n\n\"Aww!\" The girls say in unison.\n\nShe holds you close to her chest and takes a deep breath, drying her eyes with one hand while stroking your hair with the other. \"My toddler Davie knows not to go off on his own, Pavel, so why would you? You're worse than my kindergartner.\"\n\n\"But I'm a grown up…\" you protest internally. “I have my own wallet and everything!\"\n\nRoe tugs disbelievingly on your collar.\n\n\"Chairwoman's ghost, why is he _leashed_ Obmeyer?\"\n\nA long braided cord runs from your neck to Lotte's hand.\n\n\"The Corpsman insisted.\" She says impassively.\n\n\"It makes me feel safe.\" You mumble.\n\nRoe blinks at you.\n\nHer hand touches your face.\n\n\"Pavel, don't you ever let her try to tame you. You're perfect just how you are, heartache and all.\"\n\nAnd she hugs you again.\n\n\"I won't Doc.\" you say, and hug her back.\n\nGeorgia comes up behind Roe, holding a plain red envelope and something big wrapped in brown paper.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Everyone chipped in when they heard you were discharged. It's just something to remind you you're still part of the family.\"\n\nInside the envelope you find a simple, homemade greeting card with a photo of you practicing your suturing on the left side.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Busy boy at work!\" Says the caption.\n\nOn the other side are signatures from dozens of patients and coworkers alike.\n\nD'aww!\n\nYou have to sit down to open the brown package. Your left hand is all but useless at the moment, and this thing is surprisingly heavy.\n\nThe wrapping soon falls away, leaving you to stare in disbelief at what's inside.\n\n...\n\n\"I don't deserve this.\" You say, and try to hand it back to Roe. “I-I didn't finish my contract.\"\n\nThe snow leopard smiles coyly and pushes the frame back into your hand.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"For one year, or the duration of the Second Wyoming Expedition.\" She quotes. “Second Wyoming is over. I have every authority to give you this.\"\n\nEmotion swells inside.\n\n\"Doc, I… I barely did anything! I–!\"\n\n\"You did everything we asked you to do. I barely had to show you a thing. You have shown clear proficiency in the work–\"\n\n\"It was less than a month!\" You protest.\n\nFuck fuck fuck, don't get teary eyed in front of everyone!\n\n\"-- _and need no further instruction._ As head of medical, I've already authorized it. Take your diploma please, young man.~\"\n\nYou collapse into the chair behind you and just stare at the thing.\n\nPapa died talking about it.\n\nMama died so you could have it.\n\nNow it's in your hands and you can't…\n\nLotte approaches you from behind and starts to read.\n\n\"In virtue of authority granted by the Human and Anthro State of Bismarck, The Army of Bismarck, via association with the National Medical Training Center, certifies that Pavel Yekaterinavitch Obmeyer has completed all relevant training in the field of Nursing. He is hereby granted all rights, privileges, and honors thereto.\"\n\nYou did it.\n\nMama and Papa would be so proud of you right now.\n\nRoe hands you a napkin to dry your eyes with.\n\n\"I want you in here the day after that hand heals for onboarding. Think you can do that for me, nurse?\"\n\nYou look up at Lotte for approval.\n\nShe nods.\n\n\"Nothing would please me more, ma'am.\"\n\n\"Good boy.\"\n\n* * *\n\nYou find Beckett alone in a room at the end of the hallway, lying in a hospital bed and dozing quietly.\n\nThis is the first time in ages you've seen her out of uniform. It feels unnatural to see someone as energetic as her wearing a hospital gown.\n\nA pang of guilt pricks you when you see the bandages crisscrossing her face and the bottle of painkillers sitting on a bedside tray.\n\nThe little bunny groans upsettingly in her sleep.\n\n\"Ahh… should we come back later? BB always sleeps like a brick when we bunked together.\"\n\nLotte, unperturbed, calmly approaches your friend and lays a hand on her shoulder.\n\n\"Staff Sergeant, you're needed.\"\n\nThat's all it takes.\n\nBeckett bursts into wakefulness, looking around the room as if a bomb went off. \"S-Sshh-SHIT!\" She shouts. “A-am I–? Am I on watch? AM I LATE?!\"\n\nLotte's frown deepens, and she pushes BB back into her bed. “At ease, Beckett. Nothing's wrong, you're still in the hospital. Are you lucid…?\"\n\n\"I'm – I'm fine Lotte. I'm here, I just…\" she says unconvincingly, “I'm sorry…I-I had a headache earlier. Took some pills they gave me and I guess I fell asleep. I get this throbbing in my–, in my forehead and I…\"\n\nBeckett raises a hand to wipe her face, flinching when her fingers touch the bandage over her damaged eye. “Where–where's Pavel? No one wants to talk to me about him or…\"\n\nHer whole demeanor flips to joyous excitement when she sees you.\n\n\"Oh my gosh, PAVEL! You're here! YOU'RE OKAY!\" She shouts, practically bouncing in her seat.\u0026nbsp;\n\nYour friend tries to climb out of bed to embrace you. Your wife however forces her back down again.\n\n\"Stay, Beckett. You're on bed rest, Dr's orders.\"\n\nBB's ears wilt pitifully. “But he's okay! I need to–\"\n\nYou're on her with as big a hug as you can manage before she can finish. She squeaks in surprise, yet still finds the strength to squeeze the air out of your lungs.\n\n\"Where do you hide these muscles, BB?\" You ask, half laughing and half wheezing.\n\n\"Hide what now?\"\n\n\"Where do you hide all this muscle?\"\n\nBeckett pulls out of your embrace and tilts her head curiously at you.\n\n\"Hide my…my eye?\" She asks haltingly. “It's, umm, it's still there. Just kinda needs a bandaid, haha!\"\n\nYou laugh along, but your smile slips a bit. BB really doesn't know what you're saying, does she?\n\n\" It's not important.\" Lotte says, interjecting. “How is your head? Is the pain getting better?\"\n\nBeckett has to murmur the question to herself before she can come up with an answer.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Oh! Yeah! I'm sorry.\" She laughs. “The pain doesn't really matter. My memory is getting better though! Doctor wrote something about it on my chart earlier, which I definitely remember. I think the…the umm…\"\n\nYou and Lotte glance at each other.\n\nBeckett gives up on the thought and ruffles her hair in frustration. “I'm sorry Captain, I don't know what I wanted to say.\"\n\n\"You're fine, Beckett. We've talked about this before.\" Lotte says neutrally. “This isn't an injury you can rush back from. Give it time. There's no dishonor in healing.\"\n\nBB sighs and fiddles nervously with her fingers. “I'm sorry. I don't mean to make things difficult. I just want to be useful so I'm not left behind anymore…\"\n\nBeckett's good eye widens suddenly. “Lotte, where's Pavel?\"\n\nYour stomach sinks. Lotte's hackles rise subtly.\n\nBeckett's hands start to tremble. “H-he went off on his own and I needed to find him to–\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou reach for BB's hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. Her cheeks turn pink when she notices you sitting opposite of Lotte.\n\nThis is supposed to be a happy occasion. Try to cheer the poor girl up! She's suffered enough on your behalf.\n\n\"So… Are you sad the war's over, BB? Colleen says you almost snagged a husband. Just a shame the net missed, huh?\"\n\nThat certainly gets her to smile. It takes a moment for Beckett to get the joke, but she perks up and laughs when she does. “And I was so close too! Maybe I used the wrong kind of bait?\"\n\nLotte rolls her eyes and looks out the window.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“I'm disappointed, Staff Sergeant.\" She says impassively. “You baited him with Swiss cheese. It's common knowledge that humans prefer cheddar.\"\n\nBeckett does a double take. The self-satisfied smirk on Lotte's face has you in stitches.\n\n“I _knew_ you had a sense of humor! Back at FMI, when we were in school together! You wrote that naughty couplet in the bathroom, didn't you!?\" BB exclaims.\n\nYour wife unscrews her canteen, looking deliberately blasé, and takes a long drink.\n\n\"I'm afraid I don't know who wrote it, Beckett. Silly, scandalous, salacious sonnets sourced senselessly in stinking _scheißhäuser_ are hardly my area of expertise.\"\n\nYou double over laughing.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHoly shit you can't breathe.\n\nYou feel Beckett take up your hand again, holding it close to her heart.\n\n\"Thanks Pavi…\" She whispers.\n\n* * *\n\nThe rest of the afternoon ebbs and flows with BB's level of energy, often in silence but always by her side.\n\nSometimes she talks as animatedly as ever, telling stories about past Founding Days or memorable recruits with more sass than sense.\n\nOther times she can barely keep her eyes open, flickering out like a candle in the wind only to spontaneously reignite minutes later.\n\nYou don't mind these moments. They give you a chance to reflect on everything that's happened.\u0026nbsp;\n\nLife as an army husband has been… pretty damn garbage, honestly. You've lived through personal tragedies, sustained injuries, and witnessed at least one murder. You won't survive if you ruminate on the bad.\n\nDespite everything that's happened, through all the pain and loneliness, you've somehow managed to make more good memories than bad.\n\n_\"Hold onto each one, Pavel.\"_ Mama's voice echoes. _\"They're what make this life worth living.\"_\n\nYou yawn. It's almost evening time. As much as you like BB, everyone has their limits. You're ready to recharge your social batteries.\n\nYour gaze crosses Lotte's by chance, and she seems to understand at once.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnthros call it their “second sense.\" it's the way they just seem to _understand_ who their human is and what they want, purely from context.\n\n\"As enjoyable as this has been Beckett, Pavel and I have an appointment to keep. You could use some rest as well.\" She says, standing up.\n\nBB grabs Lotte's hand however before you can leave. “Wait, what about the thing? You know, the one we talked about? It's for Pavel, Lotte…\"\n\nYour wife's mouth forms a straight line. “I…had hoped you would forget about that. I am not certain this is an appropriate time to…\"\n\nBB jolts upward out of bed, flashing big, brown bunny eyes at Lotte before she can pull away.\n\n\"Pleeease Lotte? It won't take that long! You brought the stuff already, right?\"\n\nLotte's cheeks actually pink up a bit. You never thought you'd see the day.\n\nThe two bunnies cover their mouths, shoo you off, and have an intense whisper conversation.\n\nWhatever they're arguing about, BB seems to win. Your wife grabs her mysterious package, orders you to wait in your chair, and disappears behind a privacy curtain surrounding the opposite hospital bed.\n\nBeckett bounces eagerly in place beside you. “Oh my gosh, I can't believe she said yes! Pavi, you're going to love this!~\"\n\n\"Love what?\" You ask. “Why are you two being so cryptic?\"\n\nBB ignores you, instead calling out to Lotte.\n\n\"Are you sure you don't need any help? It's okay if you do!\"\n\nShe leans towards you over the side of her bed. “It really is a skill, y'know. I sold a hundred as a kid before I needed one, and I still had to ask for help.\"\n\n\"Sold _what_ BB?\" You ask, exasperated.\n\nYou hear the sound of clattering metal as Lotte's belt touches the floor.\n\nDid she just take her pants off?\n\nYour wife grunts. “I am still working on it, Staff Sergeant! Give me time. I've been in here less than a minute.\"\n\n\"Okay!~ Just let me know if you need help, I definitely don't mind!~\"\n\nAnother suspenseful minute passes. Beckett's smile sinks.\n\n\"Why doesn't Hannah want me to visit…?\" She asks vacantly. “I write every week and I don't talk about it anymore but they…\"\n\nThe thought seems to slip away from her.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“BB? You alright…?\"\n\nShe jolts back to reality as quickly as she left it.\n\n\"Ssshh-SHIT! Where's Pav– Oh, there you are! Ready for the surprise?\"\n\nYou blink at her.\n\nLotte finally speaks up. “Alright. I am ready.\"\n\nThe curtain pulls back to reveal your wife, wearing her usual military issue underwear and, for the first time ever, a matching bra.\n\nLotte's medicine has made her grow boobs.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThis is… _Gospodi pomiluj,_ you're beyond words. They're so beautiful you could cry.\n\nBeckett gives your wife an ovation.\n\n\"This is amazing, Lotte!~ You look so _feminine_ right now!~ You're going to love this change, I promise!\"\n\nYour wife, less impressed, looks at her new bust. ““Weight gain\" the doctor called it… A euphemism, it seems. I could have done without these, or the need for new undergarments.\"\n\nBB gasps and tugs on your sleeve. “Pavi! Oh my gosh, PAVI! Do you think we can wear each other's clothes? We'd be like sisters!\"\n\nLotte's normal frown lightens up a bit.\n\nYou grin and ruffle Beckett's hair. \"You know, I bet you could share shirts. Maybe next time you can bring something and we'll see how Lotte looks in a v-neck.\"\n\nYour wife rolls her eyes and tries to pop her back, groaning in frustration. “I feel, ah, tender. I'm not certain this fits properly.\"\n\nBeckett waves her wrist playfully at Lotte.\u0026nbsp; “Oh, that's normal! I remember having growing pains when I grew boobs. Tell me which straps feel tighter: top or bottom?\"\n\nLotte stands up straight and rolls her shoulders, wincing in pain.\n\n\"The top, I think. I feel breathless.\"\n\nBeckett's ears wilt and her enthusiasm dims. “Ohh… if it's the top straps then you probably need a bigger cup size. Haha. That would mean we really _are_ the same size and ah…and ahhh…\"\n\nShe makes a strained, uncomfortable laugh and pounds her fist on the bed frame. “Well that's just not FAIR, is it? You get to be tall, and pretty, a-and stacked while I'm just me!\"\n\n\"But you _are_ pretty, Beckett.\" You say. “You're the second prettiest girl on base.\"\n\nYour little friend gapes at you, then covers her blushing face. “Pavel, stop!~ You're married!\"\n\n\"Doesn't mean I'm blind.\"\n\nIt's true. BB is _very_ pretty! Anyone with eyes can see that!\n\nHer fur is soft and well groomed, she has impeccable hygiene, and those big brown eyes shine like gems in the right light.\n\nPlenty of guys would jump at the chance to marry her, even if she's shorter than most anthros.\n\n...just not you. You've got Lotte.\n\nAnd two beautiful new titties to play with.\n\n“If you're done swooning over my husband Beckett, I would appreciate your assistance. This is more difficult than anticipated.\"\n\n\"Oh, Pavel knows how to take one off! He grew up with sisters, remember?\"\n\nYou feel your face heat up, but stand nonetheless. “I mean, I learned from other places, but I can help.\"\n\nLotte shrugs, and presents her back to you. The curtain shuts.\n\n“I am well aware, husband, of your _youthful escapades_ and disciplinary record.\" She says neutrally. \"As a matter of fact, I recall someone in this room urged me to pass over you because of it.\"\n\n\"In my defense,\" Beckett chimes in, “I never expected you to be soulmates. Guess opposites really do attract, huh?\"\n\nLotte shrugs, and moans in relief when the bra comes off. “Not completely, Beckett. We do share some similarities. For one, we have a certain affinity for risk.\"\n\nYou're surprised when Lotte leans forward and places her hands on the wall, donning a coquettish little smile and presenting her rear to you.\n\n\"Go on, boy. Finish what you started.\"\n\nThe smell of _girl_ is already filling the air, courtesy of a wet patch between your wife's legs.\n\nYou feel your heart pound in your chest and your blood rush downward.\n\nLotte winks and waves her fluffy little tail at you.\n\nShe did this on purpose, didn't she?\n\nYou reach out and slip your thumbs into the waist of her panties.\n\nA thin strand of vaginal fluid connects her underwear to her entrance all the way down to her knees before breaking.\n\nHoly shit that was hot.\n\n\"I expect you to clean that up, dearest.\"\n\n\"Yes mommy,\" you murmur back, and lean forward to lick her pussy.\n\nLotte gasps suddenly and covers her bust with her arms.\n\n\"That's a strange sensation.\" She murmurs. “Almost like I…\"\n\nLotte looks down at her bust. She gasps and immediately yanks her panties back up.\n\n\"Pavel, we're leaving!\" She announces as she starts throwing her clothes back on.\n\nHuh. Why would she…?\n\nYou reach down to pick up Lotte's bra from the bed and suddenly remember where you are.\n\n_Gospodi pomiluj,\u0026nbsp;_BB's in the room!\n\n\"Leave the bra!\" Lotte orders tersely, pulling you out of the room the second her shirt's back on.\n\n\"Bye guys! Have fun doing the sex!~\" BB calls cheekily as you go.\n\nHonestly, you'd be far more excited about this if Lotte weren't trying to yank your arm out of its socket.\n\n\"_Scheisse, o_f all the things that could have happened, this is the worst!\" Lotte says angrily, her arm covering her chest. “I'll kill that _kwak_ if I see her!\"\n\n\"Sweetheart, slow down! You're hurting me!\"\n\n\"I CAN'T slow down. We need to get home _right now!\"_\n\n\"And why's that?!\"\n\n\"Because I'm LACTATING, PAVEL!\"\n\n...\n\n\"Woah. Lotte that's, uhh… Wow, that is…\"\n\n_\u0026nbsp;_ It is not physically possible for you to be more bricked up than this precise _fucking_ moment.\n\nOmniceptol is amazing. This is something out of a teenage wet dream.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Quit drooling over me, husband! Give me 10 _goddamn_ minutes and you can have as much as you want!\"\n\nYour wife yanks you down the hallway, past the double doors leading into the main lobby, and out the front door without losing her stride.\n\nShe stops dead in her tracks once you get outside.\n\nThe crowd from earlier is still here, waiting around for the evening fireworks. There are children _everywhere._\n\nShe gasps. “No…\"\n\nLotte is visibly leaking through her shirt and reeks of arousal.\n\nChairwoman's ghost, she needs it badly.\n\n\"NEW PLAN!\" Lotte shouts, dragging you back into the hospital. “We find a secluded location.\"\n\nOnce again she yanks your shoulder out of its socket racing frantically down the hallways.\n\n\"Lotte, calm down! I work here, remember? I know where the showers are!\"\n\nShe comes to a halt midstride.\n\nYou see little hearts in her eyes when she turns around to look at you.\n\n\"Of course you do…you're _radiant,_ dearest…\" she breathes, and kisses you lovingly.\n\nThen she kisses you a second time. Then a third time.\n\nThen a fourth-fifth-sixth-seventh–\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"That's enough please! No sex in the hallways _._ \" You say exasperatedly, and lead her in the opposite direction.\n\n* * *\n\nYou double check your clothes for embarrassing stains.\n\n\"See anything?\"\n\nLotte gets on one knee to inspect your pants.\n\n\"Nothing.\"\n\n\"What about odor? Do I smell…uh…\"clean?\"\"\n\nShe leans in for a sniff.\n\n\"Minor perspiration. A hint of charcoal from lunch. Dirt around the hem of your pants.\" Your wife says, standing up and taking hold of your hand again.\n\n\"Nothing incriminating, dearest. You are a model of unspoilt human virtue.\"\n\nYou stand up straight, close your eyes, and take a deep, calming breath.\n\nLotte assumes her usual impassive expression and turns to face the railroad tracks.\n\nGood. This is good. You're going to make an excellent first impression together.\n\nCathy is going to see how well behaved you are and how responsible you're being. No more reckless Pavel.\n\nSofi is going to see how safe Ft. Douglas is, and that no one's out to spook you for being too cute.\n\nYou look down at your hands to check your fingernails.\n\nOne has been meticulously and smartly trimmed.\n\nThe other is also well trimmed, but covered in splints and bruises.\n\n...shit.\n\n\"Hey Lotte?\"\n\n\"Yes, dearest?\"\n\nYou stuff your injured hand into your hoodie.\n\n\"Maybe, uh, don't mention Doreen. Or anything remotely related to her…ever.\"\n\nLotte closes her eyes and nods.\n\n\"As you say.\"\n\n\"Including getting drafted!\" You blurt out. “If it comes up, say I volunteered.\"\n\nShe nods again.\n\n\"You did volunteer, husband, and I recall being _very_ upset when you did.\"\n\nYou exhale some of the tension in your stomach.\n\n\" Of course. That's behind us now.\"\n\nLotte checks her wristwatch.\n\n\"1926. ETA 10 minutes.\"\n\n\"Okay, good. That's good. This is good. It's fine that we didn't dress up for this.\"\n\nBecause why would you? Not like this a fancy event, right?\n\nYou resolve to distract your uneasy mind with a bit of people watching.\n\nAbout two dozen women are waiting patiently with you at Ft. Douglas's regional rail stop.\n\nA solemn silence has fallen over the crowd, their eyes fixed on the tracks, same as your wife.\n\nMost of them are enlisted. You're willing to bet it's because the officers' families were brought out first.\n\nMany of them have their civilian clothes on, while a few more wear their field uniforms.\n\nOne intense looking soldier has her full dress uniform on. That's considerate of her, right?\n\n...\n\nYou look down to inspect the hem of your pants.\n\n\"Is it bad? The dirt, I mean. Like, noticeable. I don't want to look schlubby. Should I maybe–?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;“You wouldn't make it back in time, Pavel.\"\n\nHer arm wraps around your shoulder, and she pulls you to her side.\n\n\"You're their little brother, dearest, in blood and soul. Everything that has happened came about because they wanted you to be happy. They will be relieved to see you safe again.\"\n\nLotte has a point. That's how all this started, isn't it?\n\nMama was upset you wouldn't have time to finish school like Papa wanted.\n\nCathy and Sofi went looking for an answer.\n\nEveryone agreed to lie about your age. You never asked, but they agreed to do it anyway.\n\nThey did it because they love you.\n\n\"Things will work out. It'll all be okay.\"\n\n\"As you say, dearest.\"\n\nAll at once, ears start going up all across the platform.\n\nYour wife holds your hand tight against her side.\n\nThere, on the far horizon, you see it:\n\nA bright yellow headlamp cutting through the evening dim.\n\nEveryone holds their breath.\n\nA train, the very same one that brought you here, gradually comes to a halt in front of the platform.\n\nSeveral porters climb off setup step stools, and start pushing back the crowd.\n\nA moment later you see a steady stream of travel weary humans and anthros disembark from the train.\n\nAll at once the spell of silence is broken and women start calling for their loved ones.\n\nWives for husbands, children for mothers, even one lucky woman fighting through the crowd to reach a pair of officials escorting her new state assigned human.\n\nOne familiar voice immediately catches your attention:\n\nColleen Honore loses her mind when a man half her height with graying hair, a thick mustache, and coke bottle glasses steps down on the platform.\n\n\"OH MY GOSH! DADDY!~\"\n\nAww…\n\nPortly and more than a little bookish seeming, the kangaroo's father is the physical opposite of his daughter; You'd have never guessed they were related if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes.\n\nThey depart the train station hand in hand, smiling at each other and talking happily as they go.\n\n\"You know, I don't think I've ever met an anthro who wasn't a daddy's girl.\" You say. “She looks at him like he's the most amazing man alive.\"\n\nLotte doesn't say anything.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe crowd doesn't linger longer than it has to. The sky is getting dark now, and the air chilly.\n\nIt's just you, Lotte, and the master sergeant left now.\n\nOne of the porters talks to her briefly about something before approaching you.\n\n\"Koslov, right? Your family is waiting in the last coach. We're going to bring it up in just a moment, but first we need to take care of something.\"\n\n\"Thank you, ma'am.\" Lotte says gratefully. “This has been a long time coming.\"\n\nThe last human off the train is a young man on a leash being led by a member of the military police.\n\nHe looks like a wasteland feral. His hair is long and messy, boyish like yours and the same color too.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe wears a gloomy, forlorn expression on his face, made more yet more dour by his thin frame and multiple missing teeth.\n\n\"That's him then…\" Lotte murmurs. “Sergeant Babler's husband. There have been rumors about him for as long as I've been here, yet no one can recall meeting him.\"\n\nThe boy's teeth start to chatter once he comes face to face with his wife. The MP says a few words to Babler, who nods along silently before receiving her husband's leash.\n\n\"Please don't…! I'm sorry mistress, I'll be good this time! I didn't mean to–!\"\n\nThe bear doesn't let her husband finish. She grabs him roughly by the collar without a word and hurls him forcefully towards the main barracks.\n\nOnly the leash keeps him from hitting the pavement face first. It hardly seems less painful given pained gasps coming from his throat.\n\nYou, Lotte, and the MP watch uncomfortably as he's led away in silence.\n\nMetal clinks next to your ear as Lotte removes your leash. She steps away to dump it in a nearby trash bin, returning to your side with a disturbed look on her face.\n\n\"We will no longer be using a leash.\"\n\nYou swallow.\n\n\"Agreed.\"\n\n_At least he's not in the pens anymore…_\n\nThe train lurches suddenly, rolling forward quietly.\n\nA conductor hanging from the final coach says something into her radio once it reaches you, and the whole thing comes to a halt again.\n\nThe door opens.\n\nOrange and black fur…\n\nWhatever words you had planned for this moment die in your throat.\n\nThree tigers step down onto the platform.","series":{"name":"CPT Obmeyer","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2248005-cpt-obmeyer-ch-16.json"}}