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"Oh, put your back into it Stryker! Fifteen! Sixteen! ALL THE WAY DOWN! None of this woman's pushup shit! Seventeen!" Major Stryker barked, one paw on the back of the feline's head as she bobbed above his prick, her head lowering into his lap with each pushup. She attempted to respond to his taunting, but all that came out of her mouth was a series of gurgles and a mumbled word around the vulpine's thick length.

"What was that Stryker? You'll have to speak up if you want me to hear you Private. Twenty One!" He almost laughed, giving the back of her head a firm tug of 'encouragement', her lips noisily slurping around his dappled member as she blew him. This had been their morning routine since Isiat had made a decision on an appropriate course of action to 'recover her falling grades'. Since then she had been a straight A student, somehow. Regardless of her performance, Isiat insisted she was earning the marks in extra credit activities.

He'd forced birth control down her throat after the second time he'd forced her to submit to him, but since then, she'd gotten on a prescription for them from her family doctor at the insistence of the school nurse. Her heats would distract her and everyone around her if she didn't. Within anthro culture, it was an almost necessary precaution. That, and it seemed to make Isiat happy she had taken that step with very little prodding from his part. She was learning her role quickly as far as he was concerned, and that made his job so much easier. Once she stopped being so damned snarky and snide about it he'd have the perfect little pet.

He tilted his head back, drawing out a sigh as he set the smoldering stub of his cigar between his canine teeth, taking a long drag of the rich tobacco. She'd been jerking him for at least a good few minutes before he'd insisted she work on her arm strength a little, and when she'd protested that idea, he'd basically dragged her to the ground with him, shoving her maw in his crotch and telling her to get the hell to work. But damned if she didn't need to pick up her pace! It was getting close to 0900, and first students would be showing up a bare few minutes after that.

"Grrnn... Pick it up Private. Time's a wasting, and if you haven't got your jaws aching by the time that bell rings, you'll be sitting out again today, and that tight little ass of yours has just been begging to be tested, hasn't it kitten slut?" He rumbled in an amused, yet dominant way, his paws tangling in the hair behind her ears. She mumbled something incoherent as she began to suckle on his length a little bit more forcefully, her tongue flicking out to rasp over the base of his knot each time she took him in her throat.

Shadi wanted to protest more than she did, but dammit if she could make herself. It was hard to whine and say no with a mouthful of cock, she discovered. The Major seemed to love it when she tried to though, the vibrations of her voice making his pecker twitch and leak more of his thin, slick preseed onto her tongue. He'd threatened to take her other cherry on more than one occasion, but Shadi was doing her best to deny that to him as best she could. The very idea just seemed terrible to her. How could something like that feel good to him or her? She let out a short huff, the warm air caressing her instructor's sheath while her hot little maw engulfed his length.

His flesh was smooth and sleek against her lips, something she'd found more enjoyable than unpleasant to the young feline. Even if giving him oral as often as she did made her jaw ache afterwards, it definitely beat having her slit dripping cum for the entire school day or having him pressing up against her virgin pucker. Sure, nothing beat having him bend her over and fuck her like a beast for pleasure, but just for neatness, this was just fine for her...

Almost a year of this treatment from him had worn down her resistance to his advances though... Some days, he'd treat her just like any other ROTC student, making her run the track, strain with PT, do the repetitive and grueling marching and drilling for hours on end until she felt like she would collapse... And other days, the slightest fault in her performance would warrant him pulling her aside, or calling her to his office after class, or just outright dragging her into one of the barracks halls while the rest of the class continued under the NCO's instructions while he ravished her with that meaty log he called a cock, one paw groping her now B cup breasts, the other clamping her muzzle shut to keep her from screaming when she came. God she got wet every time he called her name it seemed; not to mention when he called her names.

It was like she enjoyed getting off to his almost abusive treatment of her. The forcefulness, the dominance, the way he demanded she submitted to his will. Hell, sometimes she tried to deny him just for the thrill of the struggle. Most teens her age would have found this kind of thing sick, but she... Maybe she was just odd, she mused...

"Stryker, less daydreaming, more cock blowing. You've got two minutes!" He barked with a sharp yank on her left ear, snapping her back to reality. She pursed her lips and went back down on him like a hungry whore, wrapping her lips around his maleness as her tongue danced eloquently around his spade shaped tip, flickering across the tapered head in rapid little brushes. She could feel him tensing up, even as she struggled to lift her shoulders back up for her next push up. Typically, she stopped after thirty and just focused on him. By that point, he was usually enjoying himself too much to keep count on how many she'd actually done...

"There you go Private, much more like it... Now moan like the Major tells you to." He growled lustfully between gritted teeth, taking a fistful of her hair in his paws and pulling, arching her head back as his swollen knot began to throb with pent up desire. She couldn't have stopped the breathy, almost exotic sounding combination of a purr and a moan that passed her lips if she wanted to. The silky, seductive sound was just her natural response to having her hair pulled, and she knew Major Carcer abused that little tick of hers; not that she minded any.

It was an intense sensation, the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure that mixed with her lust addled mind to give her a state of utter euphoria. She watched from the best seat in the house as Isiat's white furred sac pulled up tight against the base of his sheathe, the little feline preparing herself for what came next. She watched the first throb of the Keynari's cum race along the underside of his shaft, tracing its way up his shaft like a wave before it exploded from his tip, catching her across the lips and muzzle before she had a chance to get her mouth around him. He hated it when she wasted any, and she did her best not to, if just to avoid him railing her afterwards.

He could have cared less if the entire troop was assembled and waiting for him to address them, when he punished her for spitting, or just not catching it all, he would just tell her to wait five minutes and act as if she showed up late, and to try her best not to look like a bow-legged hooker after a night with an entire soccer team. The bitter, salty liquid coated her tongue in thick globs before he shoved his length into her throat, forcing her to swallow rapidly to avoid a repeat of the first time he'd forced her to please him orally.

The vulpine's ears perked as the sound of the bell echoed from the main building of the school, and Shadi was quick to pull herself away from her instructor's member, the deep maroon flesh still twitching and dribbling the last bits of his seed across the length of his shaft. The Major simply chuckled, his many tails flickering as he pushed Shadi away from him, standing back up with his tails dangling limply behind him.

"Hmm... Not bad. You're definitely getting better at this." He nodded, zipping the fly of his pants back up before making his way over to the desk in the back of the barracks hall, his office during school hours. Shadi had become more than a little familiar with almost everything in here, being bent over the small sofa and table, as well as on her hands and knees on just about every inch of available floor space.

He lazily opened the wooden humidifier box on his desk, plucking out one of the cigars from the neatly stacked rows, before clamping it between his canines, not even bothering to look over at Shadi as she wiped her muzzle clean on the sleeve of her top. "Perhaps one of these days, you won't need these morning tutoring sessions anymore." He seemed to laugh amusedly, turning on his heel to finally face her. Honestly, he hoped she never completely got the hang of it, and if she did, he hoped that she was as much an addict to it as he was.

"Go and get yourself cleaned up proper, and be in formation before the rest of the troop is assembled. Dismissed Private Stryker." He waved her off with a flick of his paw, fetching his jacket from the back of his seat. Shadi mumbled something as she tried to pull her own top back up, covering her still developing breasts with the plain grey sweat top. She managed a quick salute before she left the office, shutting the door quickly behind her to make the short jog to the women's barracks.

As soon as she was gone, Isiat let himself relax, sitting back in the cushy seat behind his desk. He folded his paws behind his head, craning his neck slightly until it twitched with a satisfying 'pop' that seemed to echo around the small room. The smoke from his cigar drifted lazily upwards, curling around the stationary celling fan above him and creating a foggy layer that clung to the top of the rounded steel ceiling. Today was off to a good start he mused. With only two weeks left of the school year, he'd have to make the most of it. Especially with parent teacher interviews coming up...

At least in his old line of work, Isiat had always been comfortable. From the passenger seats of a Lynx helicopter to the dusty floor of an Afghan valley, he'd always felt like he was meant to be there. Standing in the middle of the crowded cafeteria, a solo cup of vaguely orange flavored water in one paw, his every instinct felt like it was screaming for him to find somewhere else to be. The bustle of parents mulling about had him wired like a homemade IED, just waiting for a single errant twitch to go off. Given the choice of answering the questions and queries of parents just wanting to hear praise of how good and special their children were when there was nothing remarkable about them, Isiat would have more than happily chosen getting shot at in the aforementioned Afghan valley over spending another minute surrounded by civilians.

"How is Mikey doing in class?"

"Why did you give David a B- on his physical test?"

"What exactly have you been having the children learn?"

"Did you really serve in a war?"

"How do you like your position here?"

He's terrible. He can't shoot, and he's fat. Consider signing him up for gym instead. David couldn't manage to get past sixty pushups. Send him with Mikey. They learn what I teach them, and if they don't, they fail. I fought in three of them, which is three more than you, and I enjoyed all three of them more than I do this job of teaching your children what you can't. Of course, Isiat couldn't say any of that. But it didn't stop him from thinking it while imagining all the ways he could kill the ones who asked in under five seconds. But then at least the night wasn't all bad, and the orange flavored piss beat the hell out of purification tablets and ground water.

He'd picked Shadi's parents the moment they had entered the class room. Amasii didn't exactly blend in with crowds neatly, and her parents had been no exception. They'd also been the only parents who's handshakes he'd actually accepted. When it came time for him to sit down with them alone, he'd almost smiled. Almost.

"Ahhh, now... Shadi Shadi Shadi... Where do I start. First off, you have a fine daughter, and she's been doing very well. Unlike a lot of the first year students, she actually seems to have grasped the concept of applying herself to the program. She's got quite a ways to go, but over the course of the year, she's gone from a basket case into one of my finest cadets." Isiat began, the thick maned male across from him nudging his wife in the ribs with a proud smile.

"Yes, we were quite surprised when she came home with straight A's, especially in the physical parts of the course... She's, never been the most fit girl-"

Isiat cut him of quickly, clearing his throat. "Ahh, yes, but the mind quits before the body does. She understands that. With a little bit of nudging, she can go rep for rep with even the NCO's. She just needs someone to remind her that it is in fact a competition, and only the best raise in ranks... She'll make a fine cadet come next year." Isiat gave them the best smile he could, trying his damnedest not to make it look like a grimace.

"Yes, actually, about that... She seems quite adamant on not taking the course next year unless she had no choice in it. It's a shame really, hearing how well she is doing at it. She's convinced that she's doing terribly and barely passing, even with all of the extra time you have been taking to tutor her with extra classes."

That, was news to Isiat, and also the reason he found himself back at the main school building at 3am garbed in all black with a balaclava covering his face. The window's fly screen frame came loose easy enough with a little prying from his knife, and the motion sensors gave him ninety seconds before they triggered an alarm. It was more than enough time for him to dash over to the alarm console and pry the cover off. The headmaster hadn't seen fit to grace him with a key to the main building, but he still knew all the codes. He just lacked a legitimate way to uncover the keypad. Mashing the one button five times followed by a two, the small screen beeped at him, overridden. Idiots. They couldn't even think of a proper code. This kind of shit was why he loathed his co-workers... It was a miracle none of the students had worked it out and gotten into mischief.

Quickly and smoothly like a shadow dancing over water, he made his way through the empty and darkened hallways, searching for his- There! The administration office! He slipped inside through the unlocked door, searching around for the registration terminal. A few quick keystrokes would be all that it would take after all. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for. Secretaries were notoriously neat about keeping their files in order.

Shadi sighed as she marched across to the ROTC area of the campus. It was only 8 o'clock, and sleep had been eluding her. The last day of the year was quickly approaching, and this would be her last time she ever needed to make this stupid walk ever again. Putting up with a year of humiliation and taunting and losing her virginity to her drill instructor was almost over, and once her next school year started, she wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. Perhaps she'd even be able to make some friends among the older kids. All the girls her age were bitches anyway.

Overhead, a clap of thunder sounded, the light drizzle that had been coming down over the weekend hanging in the air, a fine mist that gave everything in sight a greyish hue. Of course though, there was one thing that even the rain didn't seem to touch. The ember glow of Isiat's cigar was like a flare against the bleak backdrop of the tall pines, the Keynari leaning up against the trunk of the mighty pine seemingly without a single care in the world, humming a quiet, Victorian sort of medley to himself. When he saw her approaching, his tune quietened almost forebodingly, but didn't cease entirely, the vulpine's tails flicking to the rhythm.

"So, Private. It seems we've reached the end of this long, grueling year at last. Excited for your break then I suppose, hmmm? Last day of being a freshman in ROTC... Hmmm, I'm not sure what surprised me more. That you passed, or that you managed to gain a few pounds despite everything." He quipped, not so much as even casting a sideward glance in her direction. He took a long, lazy drag from his cigar, the tip flaring orange briefly before he plucked the smoldering stub from between his teeth, pursing his lips as he pushed a smoke ring out. It quickly was carried away by the breeze, fading into the mist over the course of a few seconds.

It took Shadi another few seconds before she could think of a response, caught rather off guard by the vulpine's... Casualness about the situation. Normally, he wasn't quite so nonchalant with her. In fact, now that she thought of it, he never was... He'd never taken a moment to just ask about her life, even if it was just as simple as asking if she was excited for something that wasn't more PT sessions. She wasn't quite sure how to respond.

"I guess..." She managed after a long moment, her long tail curling around her frame until the large, bushy tip was resting atop her shoes. For some reason, just that one question had made her more uncomfortable and nervous around the Keynari than she had ever felt before. "It'll be nice just to have a few weeks off to do what I want for a change..."

Isiat's only response to the was a quiet chuckle, his tails flicking behind himself as he folded the mass of appendages into a neat braid, kept motionlessly behind himself. He fixed her with a gaze that seemed to be perplexed with her response, one eyebrow raised intriguingly. The freshly braided bundle of tails gave a single flick, and made the fur along Shadi's back stand on end. "Oh? Is that so? You didn't get the note about the boot camp excursion I was organizing for the troop then? I'm sure your parents, your father especially would be so disappointed if you were to miss out... All expenses paid, three days and nights of luxury bedding with meals and activities provided." He snickered, making it out like some sort of resort salesman trying to sell her on a vacation she really didn't want.

"I'm not going." She snapped suddenly, her tail whipping about to her side as she stared defiantly at him "After this year, you're lucky I haven't gone and told the authorities about you!" Shadi spat, her anger bubbling to the surface like the build up to an eruption of volcanic proportions. "You've done nothing but try and keep me as your little pet, telling me it was all for my grades. I've been doing just as good as any of the other cadets for the last three weeks and you know it! You're just a washed up old pervert to desperate to find a real woman so you had to pick a girl!" She shouted at him, holding her fierce glare as long as she could, but despite her best efforts, Isiat didn't even flinch.

Almost lazily, he reached up, plucking the cigar from his muzzle, half-turning to grind the stub out against the bark of the pine he was leaning against, a soft laugh passing his lips that made Shadi cock her head with an annoyed frown, as if he was entirely apathetic to her not so subtle threats and accusations.

"Oh no, it's not like that at all... You know I have photographs... All it would take is some simple editing and a few clicks..." He shrugged, flicking the remaining stump of the cigar to the ground, the last few embers dying out to the steady drizzle like Shadi's ability to resist her raging teen hormones.

With a blush on her cheeks, she scuffed her shoe lightly, one snaggle tooth biting her lower lip in indecision.

"Can... Can I see them?"