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The music from the jukebox in the corner was out of date, fifty years old at least; some rock song protesting a war that hadn't mattered in the end. A thin layer of smoke clung to the ceiling, giving all the lights in the place a yellowy hue, mixed with the poorly matched gaudy neon signs on the walls. Even so, it was a popular spot, and despite being a Monday night, there was still a reasonable crowd gathered, most simply to enjoy re-runs of the weekend's football. Though one group in the corner seemed to stand out, their mixed color Multi-cam fatigues and generally fit and athletic builds keeping the rest of the patrons at a wary distance as the group shared another pint of lager, laughing boisterously about some inside joke or other.

The dark blue scaled dragon across from Isiat tossed back his drink with a smack of his lips, wiping his muzzle over his sleeve with a broad, toothy grin. Beside him, a European red fox struggled to finish his own in the same time, gasping after he had set his own glass down. The Dragon laughed. "Sorry Ewen, your round next buddy!"

With a sigh, the Fox muttered something in his Irish accent, and stood up, his bushy tail flicking as he walked over to the bar. Once he was out of earshot, Isiat leaned across, smirking at Parker. "Sooo, hypothetically..." The dragon cocked his head. Any sentence that begun like that was bound to be a good one...

"Go on..."

"Say there was a senior year girl... Who totally was down to shag with you... But technically, you were still her teacher, and therefore in a place of legal responsibility-"

Parker interrupted him. "What? You mean like that... Private Terry? The Ferret gal' in '03 who we both got in on with in the back of the barracks hall?"

Isiat frowned. "You know, maybe you weren't the best person to ask about this..."

The dragon thumped his glass down onto the table, his broad scaly tail flicking to the side. "Hey, if she's of age, and she wants to ride you, I say let that bitch. Just make sure she enjoys it enough that she won't say shit. Terry sure as hell didn't, but that bitch was all but panting for it whenever she could get it..." The dragon snickered, and Isiat rolled his eyes.

"So how is your girlfriend these days?" He asked sarcastically, referring to the aforementioned ferret with her updated title.

"Flying out next week mate." He smirked, taking the beer from Ewen's paws as the Irish fox returned to the table.

Shadi's first day at school had hardly gone as well as she would have wanted. Still no new friends, plenty of new bitches, and her tits still hadn't grown any. Frustrated, she flopped backwards onto her bed with a sigh, sliding her ear buds from her music player in and cranking the volume. Country wasn't exactly most people's choice to zone out to, but for Shadi, it did the trick. Since her encounter with Major Carcer, she couldn't get her mind off of it.

She knew full well he had done something inappropriate, but had it been intentional? He'd had to strip her down to get her measurements, but something inside her had reacted to the way he had demanded she strip down with such casualness. Maybe she was just perverted, but she had been soaked in her panties ever since. Reaching down with one paw, she sighed, her fingers brushing over the damp patch on the fabric covering between her thighs. Yep, even thinking about the encounter was doing it...

She could understand the other girls' fascination with him though... He really was kind of damned hot when he shouted at them. She felt the strangest pang of jealousy as she wondered if maybe he had given the same sort of reaction to all of the other girls in her troop, and if not, why had he singled her out?

Without even realizing it, her paw had started roaming across the camel toe that had formed where her panties had stuck to her fur, and a single one of her claws traced up, rubbing the budding nub of her clitoris beneath the fabric. Her arched her back and groaned quietly. God-damn, she was fucking horny right now. The thought of the major was turning her on even more than the few porn videos she had watched on her parent's laptop while they had been out, and she could feel her inner muscles clenching and rippling in response as she rolled her hips, grinding against her paw.

A sudden flash of pleasure coursed through her body, and she found herself biting her lower lip, a high pitched squeak escaping her maw as the damp patch between her thighs suddenly became a lot hotter and wetter, the tiny orgasm leaving her shaking and quivering atop her bed sheets. The climax had startled her with how quickly it had come on, and she found herself looking down between her thighs as if to just confirm what she knew had happened. She had just come thinking about one of her teachers, and not one of the nice teachers either.

Major Carcer was mean to her, deliberately and she knew it... After he had finished getting the students sizes, he had picked on her relentlessly during the rest of their PT session, and every question he had asked had been aimed at her to make her look foolish. So why the hell had she found him arousing enough to get herself off too effortlessly?! She had all but broken down crying by the end of the class, and she'd been the first student to leave the moment the period was over with. But yet her she was, laying on her bed with her panties soaked through, still coming down from the sudden peak she had reached...

Her own thoughts and her body's reaction were confusing her. She hated the way he had treated her, but yet his paws on her body had made her little pre-teen sex moisten at the faintest touch. The thought of him treating her like he did made her even wetter. Gods, she was lucky that the entire class stunk of sweat when she had returned, or else there wouldn't have been any doubt about just what smell had been coming off of her. She just hoped that tomorrow ended up being a little better than her first day.

"Goddamnit Stryker! If you are not over that goddamn wall in the next sixty seconds, I will come up there and push your fat ass off the other side! Move it!" Major Carcer's voice shouted from the side of the broad dirt path, a small section of the five mile course that ran through the trees at the back of the campus. It had been dotted with obstacles like the six foot wall that Shadi was digging her claws into, trying to pull herself up and over the logs that impeded her progress, but after the first two miles, she was already exhausted.

Her everything ached. All of the muscles that she knew about, and then the ones she didn't even know she had as well. After non-stop running through alternating tires, crawling under wire fences, monkey-barring her way over mud pits, swinging over ditches, climbing ten foot tall rope ladders before scaling back down rigging on the other side, the small wall might have seemed insignificant, but to her, it was the straw that broke the camel's back. No matter how hard she tried to make her body obey her, she just couldn't get her leg up and over the wall. It refused to comply.

"I- I can't sir!" She growled, straining the words through gritted teeth as her short legs flailed and kicked at the wall beneath her, thumping loudly. She had been behind from the very start of the run, and now that they were at the furthest point out from the school, she was at least a mile behind the rest of the class. Major Carcer had already shouted at one of the NCO's who had been badgering her to get her moving, calling him a 'Lazy fuck for keeping pace with a goddamn whale instead of the rest of the troop'

"Bullshit! I've seen fucking beach balls do a better job at climbing this wall than you! Thirty seconds, now get the hell over it before I have to force you over it myself!" He barked, eyes watching the watch on his wrist as he began counting the seconds for her. "Twenty nine! Twenty eight! Stop staring and get over the damned wall!" He shouted, and Shadi immediately began scrabbling for a handhold on the top, her claws scratching long gouges into the timber. With a startled yelp, one of the logs at the top shifted slightly, and Shadi fell backwards, landing ungraciously on her ass with a thump. Isiat was onto her before she even had a chance to fully process what had just happened.

He marched over to her with a scowl on his face. "Goddamit Stryker, how the hell am I supposed to teach you a friggin' thing when you can't even get your own fat ass over a tiny ass wall like this?" He growled, demanding her attention before with an effortless bound, Isiat flung himself at the wall, kicking his legs out to the side, his tails arcing up and over to aid in the motion, clearing the wall without so much as a huff when he landed. He marched around the side of it as she pulled herself back to her feet.

"Now throw that club you call a tail over the damned wall first and kick your legs up with it. Move it!" He snapped, and Shadi scrabbled back to her feet as fast as she could. She stared down the wall while Isiat watched on, his tails flicking in irritation at her lack of pace. His entire afternoon would be taken up by her slow, lazy ass at this rate.

With a deep breath, she all but charged at the wall, before leaping up as high as her aching legs would take her, her paws scratching for purchase as she followed his recommendations, flicking her tail out to the side and letting its weight carry the long appendage over the wall, before she brought her legs up, kicking wildly as she pulled herself up onto the top of the felled tree trunks, before a loud 'Riiipp' came from between her thighs, the seams of her trousers snagging on the bark as she tried to climb her way over. She stopped dead atop the wall, blushing red at her nose and trying to cover herself with her tail.

Could this day get any worse?

Isiat couldn't even bring himself to shout at her for a good few seconds, still trying to wrap his head around just how in the hell this feline could be any more of a fuck up? Not only had she not gotten over the wall, but now her white panties were on display for the world through the rip between her legs. He rolled his eyes, a quiet chuckle escaping the vulpine as he sauntered over, his eyes locked on that little opening between her thighs... Her panties were bunched up, and had at some point slipped between her swollen lips. Getting closer, he could see the dampness that had soaked the fabric garments and tinted them a very slightly discolored beige.

"Two, one, zero. Now how in the hell is it that you cannot even climb over a simple damned wall, fall over two miles behind the rest of the troop, and manage to destroy your issued equipment within two days of joining my program? How the hell do you intend to pass this course when you can't even get past the goddamned wall?! I should fail you right now on basic physical grounds." He growled, hefting himself effortlessly up onto the wall behind her, pushing her between her shoulder blades until her face was resting against the bark. She let out something resembling a sob, stammering to him as he shifted behind her.

"I'm sorry sir! I just want to get better so I can make my father proud... I'll do anything!" She pleaded, and Isiat simply scoffed.

"Bullshit, that is a sorry excuse. You'll do anything to pass? Prove it then and do anything! You can't even get off this damn wall! But..." He growled, grabbing her by the base of her tail and hiking it upwards with a firm yank, making Shadi instinctively grip the log beneath her tightly, planting her feet against the upper part of the trunk below the one she lay on as he lifted her hips.

"Perhaps a fat little bitch like you can have her uses. You ever serve beneath a man before private Stryker?" He asked her, and it took her a long moment to respond, like she wasn't quite sure just what he was asking of her.

"N-no? Sir?" She answered him, a distinct tone of nervousness about her, and the way her voice wavered slightly made it entirely clear she wasn't just sure what he meant by that. Part of her wanted to cower, but another part of her, a more 'primal' part, subconsciously prepared her, her core body temperature raising just a hair fraction...

She could feel him shuffling about behind her, but when she went to turn around, he snapped at her. "Eyes forward cadet, and lift your hips." He ordered her, and Shadi swore she felt the brush of his teeth snapping against her tail for a split second before his paws gripped her hips, and quickly moved to grip her plump, round rump cheeks. "If you want your grades to stay up, I'd advise you don't speak a word of any of this, and just nod and say, 'Yes sir'. Clear, private?"

Shadi nodded her head, lifting her hips up obediently. Her mind and heart were racing, but she kept looking straight forward. "Yes sir..." Ohgodohgodohgod. Was he really going to do what she thought he was doing?! Even as her mind tried to deny the crazy thoughts, she could feel his thumbs tugging the hole in her pants wider, sliding her panties wetly over to one side, a hot warmth pushing in between his digits as he spread her cheeks apart.

The first lap of his tongue caught her off guard, and she jumped just slightly, but a firm yank on her tail reminded her just how precarious her situation was. She didn't doubt the Major could have tossed her from the wall at a moment's notice if he so wanted to. But instead, he was doing something entirely different, something Shadi knew that she shouldn't be letting him do, even if her body and subconscious were practically begging for it.

Isiat for his part knew he wasn't going to be able to fit in the tight little bitch before him without a little bit of preparation beforehand, but when his nose bumped against the tip of her slit, he realized something. Like yesterday, she was already wet for him, like she had anticipated that this would happen. Perhaps it was possible she wanted it just as much as he did...

He lapped away at her sweet nectar like a hungry pup at its mother's tit, murmuring out quietly as his tongue spread her delicate little folds, dragging over the hot, moist petals of her womanly flower as if she were any other experienced whore. But unlike them, she was untouched, pure. There was no other male that had tasted this before him, and it gave him a certain sense of possessiveness, even as he wriggled his tongue just a fraction into her honey soaked passage. She was his bitch, and she was ready for him...

Shadi whined just quietly to herself as his tongue left her body, the little felines lions feeling far to tense and pent up, like she'd just been denied a climax after hours of torture that had really only been about a minute. She was scared, but at the same time, she knew just what her body wanted... She felt his tip touch her first, her first intimate contact ever, and it was with her ROTC instructor. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't bring herself to stop it, not that she suspected he would have listened to her.

She squirmed slightly, trying to turn her head before he snatched up a fistful of her hair. "Ahh! Major, this- Ahh, isn't right..." She tried to reason with him, but before she could utter another word of protest, his spade tipped length had pierced into her, robbing her of her virginity in a single, fell swoop, the little feline giving a startled, slightly pained squeal in surprise and shock as he rocked himself to her very core. He growled out his pleasure as he took her like she were some cheap hooker, a low, dominant growl building in his throat.

"No, but it is a sure way of keeping your grades in check private... Maybe even working your way up the ladder to a position your father would be proud of... For now, let's start with doggy style." He snickered, evidently amused at his own joke, and utterly uncaring that the girl he was raping was both fourteen years old and one of his students.

Her young sex stung like someone prodding an open wound with a stick, but she did her best to simply grit her teeth and bear with it. After all, he wouldn't have been able to hilt her on the first thrust if she consciously hadn't expected it and made herself relax, ignoring entirely just how turned on she was getting by it all. Hadn't this been something she'd secretly wanted after all? A passing fantasy, perhaps, but now that he was behind her with her ass upturned, she couldn't deny the shaking in her limbs from the adrenalin rush pumping through her. Her little perverted fantasy was happening, and she wasn't sure if she should scream or moan.

When Isiat withdrew himself, it felt like she was clamping down around the sudden emptiness the his cock left inside of her, only to feel him stretch her out again once more as he rutted her like a bitch in heat atop the log wall. He wasn't gentle about it in any manner of the word, but Shadi had managed to already tear her hymen months back during a particularly vigorous pawing session. What was left was very little, and the dull stinging pain was more than manageable. She was a woman proper now, and made that way by a man old enough to be her father.

"Ngggh, Damn Stryker you are one tight little bitch... Maybe that was your issue, hmm? Little fat ass needed to get laid. Well we'll solve that problem, won't we?" Isiat snarled down into the feline's ear. She was small enough that leaning over her, his body covered her entire back, his head rather neatly between her large, fluff lined ears as his hips rocked into her, thrusting his dappled canine prick to the very back of her virgin passage. He'd always wanted his own personal bitch in the training corps, but he had a distinct feeling that the only senior year female in his class was a raging lesbian and wanted the box far more than the cock.

But now that he had this little tight Amasii, she wasn't going anywhere. He didn't even think she'd realized it yet, but she'd been quietly moaning for the last few thrusts, and that served to turn Isiat on more than anything else. "Goddamn, you are a chubby little slut, aren't you? Moan like you mean it private!" He barked suddenly into her ear, making her wince slightly from the volume of his order.

Shadi wasn't sure what to do. He was raping her, had stolen her virginity, and now he wanted her to- "Ahhh...Mmmmm..." Shadi groaned out loudly as his tapered tip nudged up against her tight passage's end, pressing in against her cervix. She bit her lower lip quickly, but her breath was coming in ragged, lusty pants and eventually, she simply gave up, letting her maw hang agape as she huffed in pleasure with each thrust. God she was grateful for her hairbrush handle now... There might not have been any way for him to fit if she hadn't played with it.

He growled suddenly above her and Shadi's back arched, her hips rolling back to meet her Major's fuck pole with a messy squelch. His teeth had dug into the back of her neck slightly, and the slight bit of pain had made her entire body tighten up around him. When he clamped down a little harder, she did it again, suddenly realizing that SHE was thrusting back against him now. He had stopped moving entirely!

"Wow private, I never realized just how much of a slut you were until now. Ride it like a champ, and maybe we will have some use for you in this outfit after all." He rumbled, and when she looked back, she could just see the pleased grin that had wrought itself across his muzzle. She flushed red with embarrassment even as she continued to rock herself back against him, her body tightening around her instructor's girth as she moaned out quietly. She could feel her peak rising, but like an elusive figure at the corner of your vision, it kept itself just out of her reach.

"P-Please... Sir..." She wined pitifully, and Isiat pulled her hair with his fist, forcing her head up and her neck back as she gasped. His muzzle came in dangerously close to her ear, the vulpine making a point of letting his sharp canine's trace along its fluff covered edges, before he nipped her sharply, barely piercing the delicate flesh and drawing the faintest drop of blood.

Isiat let his tongue bathe over the small nick he had left her with, a deep growl building in his throat as he worked to pull her body back against him with his paws around her body, cupping where one day her breasts would be filling in once her puberty hit properly. Oh, he would have fun once that happened, but until then... "Please what, Private?" he growled out the question, knowing already just what she was going to say.

Shadi whimpered beneath him. The fact he was raping her and she loved it was humiliating enough, but asking her to all but beg for it was the extreme of it. He wanted to hear her say that she wanted it, to have her proclaim her guilt in this little unwilling tryst of theirs. He wanted her to want it, like he knew she did.

"Please- Nggh~ Don't stop..." She gasped, and Isiat felt his loins pulse with arousal as the tight little feline clenched her body down like a vice around him. She drew the preseed from his tip like she was simply squeezing it out of him, wetly coating her insides with his clear, slick lust, and it made him only want to rut her harder. He yanked her hips back onto his own, his knot slapping messily against her already stretched out pre-teen vulva, making her suddenly cry out, arching her spine against him.

Shadi's body spasmed in quick, lightning like twitches, her insides clenching and jumping about uncontrollably as the small climax hit her like a hammer blow, her knees shaking beneath her against the log as she dug her claws into the hard wood, trembling from the tip of her tail to her fingers. Hot, wet fluid leaked out across the length of the much older male breeding her, messily matting the fur on her shapely rump, and the male's hips as well.

Her tender little deflowered lips stretched out around his bulbous knot as he forced it against her puffy, slickened vulva, forcing her body out to lengths she had never felt before. The pain was sharp, like she was a bare moment from tearing, but at the last moment, he pulled back. The relief was short lived for her though, as he rammed it against her again, before his paws clenched against her still forming breasts, the male panting and huffing above her.

She wasn't quite sure what was happening for a long moment, but then she felt it, a hot warmth spraying over her insides. It took her a second to realize that the Major was cumming in her tight little snatch, but when she did, she came again just as quickly, her body gripping him more than just snuggly as she spilled her nectar over her instructor's length while he taught her a very important lesson about just how good he could make her feel.

She trembled from head to tail tip as she came down from the high, and without any hesitation, he yanked himself from her body, leaving her sex dripping with his seed as he sprayed her exposed slit with the last of his load, painting a pretty cream-pie on her formerly virgin body. He let out a quiet growl behind her as he re-did his pants up, the tired feline slumping forwards with a breathless pant. She tried to catch her breath as best she could as Isiat climbed down from the wall, leaving her hanging on the wooden trunks that formed the insurmountable obstacle that would mark the point where she lost her maidenhead.

"Now that you've been motivated enough Private, perhaps you should consider getting down off that wall before the squad leaders come looking for where your fat little ass got to! Double time! Straight to the supply hall and get yourself a new pair of trousers. And if I catch you slacking again, there'll be hell to pay, do I make myself clear!?" He barked, reaching up and striking her rear with the flat of his palm, a loud slap echoing out as the lily white skin beneath her fur turned red from the hard spank.

She jumped into action, scrambling as best should could and barely landing on her feet, her instructors shouts berating her and driving her on as she staggered back down the dirt road that marked the obstacle course, her abused sex dripping her instructors seed with each stumbled step she took, one paw trying to cover herself futilely as his cum pooled in her palm.

And despite all the humiliation she felt as he shouted at her all the way back to the barracks, well after the class period had ended, she couldn't deny the tingling, pleasurable sensation that radiated from her very core... Dripping, exhausted, and with her mind wandering between rejection of what had just happened, and utterly perverse and sinful thoughts of how he'd taken her virginity, Shadi couldn't help but muse.

Perhaps this year wouldn't be so bad after all...