POW
#1 of POW
It was the in the year 1792 of the Kin Legacy. War had been brewing for the last twenty years. Ever since Rock Kin rose to the throne, tensions had mounted, collimatied with the discovery of hired assassins sent by Kin to kill his Lith counterpart.
The war had taken over. Long ago did it cease to be the "24 hour altercation" that the politicians had off-handedly called it. Little by little, the Kins were pushed aside, until they were only a useful figurehead, when things were going well, or scapegoat when they weren't. The military was in control now. I know this because of the draft.
This is my story. I am a POW. A Prisoner Of War.
Let me back up a bit and explain a few things. I need to make this clear, above any other points. I am a homosexual. I have been this way since before I can remember. The reason that I bring this up is that when I was checking up on the rules and regulations for the army (to see if there was any conceivable way for me to avoid the draft) I came across the army's official stance for homosexuals. They stated that their policy on gays was,
‘Don't ask, Don't tell. Doesn't matter.'
This was the lie that got me captured. They knew, and they sure as hell thought it mattered.
During my time in the service, I always had the sense that eyes on me. My platoon comrades called me paranoid, among other things, and said that I was dreaming it. I wasn't.
Of course, it wasn't until recently that I discovered just how little privacy I actually had during that time. Almost nothing I did went unsupervised, even my times in the latrine.
My entire platoon knew about me, and they hated me for what I was. It was that hate that led to my betrayal. It was thanks to them I got captured. That event, and the ones that led to it, changed my life.
At first, I looked at my joining the army, not because the draft had forced the issue, but because I could realize my dreams of travel, as well as increase my chances for finding a mate. Any hopes of finding love in my platoon, however, where demolished within five minutes of walking in the door. As one of my commanders put it,
"If you so much as think about bedding with me, I will make it so that you will never walk again!" That was the least violent of the threats that I received. That was how I learned the rules.
My platoon hated me. The ones who commanded my platoon hated me. Even the Furs who stopped by on reconnaissance trips from other bases hated me. And there was nothing I could do about it. If I was happy and perky, eager to please those around me, they would have me beaten and claim that I was flirting with them. If I was quiet and withdrawn, staying out of their way, they would beat me and justify themselves by claiming I was being insubordinate. No matter what I said or did, they treated me like trash.
But nothing that my superior officers did came close to matching what my fellow rank and file soldiers could, and did, do. Of course I can't Prove it was them who were pulling the pranks. But considering I was the only recipient, you can see my line of logic. As well as my frustration.
It was small things, petty things. Done alone, they might seem stupid, or at least worth a few drinks and a laugh or two. But all of them done together, sometimes simultaneously, was what mutated it into something beyond compare. For example; my sword showed signs of rusting much faster than any of my comrades. And no matter how long I spent sharpening it, the blade almost always lost its edge as soon as I had sheathed it and drew it again.
Of course, I only found that out during the weekly weapons examination. On top of that, my bunk was almost always in disarray. It did not matter how carefully I tucked in the sheets before going out to the mess hall, it was always a disgrace when I got back. All of which, by the way, earned me demerits. Because of all of the demerits I ‘earned', I was almost always on latrine duty. I had to dig the holes for the others to shit in and then bury that shit.
Needless to say, it was the job nobody wanted. So obviously, it was one of the only jobs they would give me.
In the rare instances that they were not able to justify sending me to latrine duty, I was put on early morning sentry duty.
Early morning sentry duty is the only thing that is more hated then latrine duty. With latrine duty, you can take the occasional nap in the shade of a tree while you were waiting for the next squatter. With sentry duty, you will get whipped or (they say this is worse) court-martialed and shot, if you go to sleep.
So when I was not shoveling shit, I was trying to keep my eyes open, and my wits sharp at 3 in the morning on only two hours of sleep. Needless to say, my prospects for joining the higher ranks were unrealistic. Almost as unrealistic as finding a suitable mate within the ranks of my base.
Looking through the files of my old base, I can see very plainly how uncomfortable the higher-ups were with me there. More than once, I have found carbons in the old files that reassured the recipient that the ‘condition' of homosexuality could not be passed by contact, sharing the same air, or by eating similar foods.
I also found that they constantly tried to transfer me. In this they did not succeed. For two reasons. The first and foremost being the fact that my record was black as pitch. They truly stabbed themselves in the foot when they allowed me to be punished for whatever they could, logically or not, blame on me.
All of the marks of ‘Refuses to keep living area clean' and ‘Insubordination' that they pinned me with made it so that nobody would accept my being transferred in. The second reason was less often the case, but that just means it hurt all the more.
While searching, I found a letter to the commander of my Base. I found it on its original paper, at the very bottom of the filing cabinet. It was a letter of remonstration to the Base commander for suggesting my transfer.
"You know the rules." It had stated. "Each Base is only allowed a certain number of Fairy-Furs. Unfortunately, the allotment of Fairy-Furs, one, has been reached at this facility. We cannot allow the transfer."
They knew a lot, and they cared enough to take steps to make sure that no one of my kind, that is, homosexuals, would ever have the comfort of someone of like mind to talk to, or fuck. Each and every one of us was completely isolated within the military's system. My dreams of finding a suitable mate within the military seemed to be blocked at every angle.
However, the dream was to be fulfilled. I would find a mate in the military. Just, not in the way that I had thought.
That day began like so many others. The Private leaping into the dorms and yelling at us until we were all awake. I woke and went through the motions of making up my bunk. I studiously ignored the presence of my bunk-mates. Things went a lot smoother when I was not actively drooling over their hot bodies. I did, however, catch a few sneak-peeks as they stripped out of their sleeping clothes. It took control, but I managed to not gain an erection. At least, not a very noticeable one. Ye Gods, they were sexy! Finishing up with my bunk, I stripped down to my fur and quickly wrapped a towel around my waist.
Hitting the showers was uneventful, I only got accosted twice. And both times I was able to weave a logic circle that left the fur confused enough to allow me to brush by them with minimal danger.
I can still remember those showers. Even to this day, I still get raging hard-on's thinking about all of those naked males surrounding me. Cleaning themselves, rubbing themselves, lifting their tails to wash in hard-to-get places, bending over to retrieve their bars of soap with slippery paws...Gods! Those showers were the Devil's own!
Now, there is something you need to know. Here is a truth. No matter how fanatical the fur is about orientation, or how straight he says he is, once the need starts to build, it doesn't matter. What matters is relieving that need. That is where things get a little murky and grey.
The Mouse was audibly whimpering in frustration. He was trying to paw-off, and not having much success. That was due to all of the soap and the oil-water blend covering his paws. I watched him struggle with his engorged member from the corner of my eye. Soon, he was damn near tears. I could tell that the ache was building. I watched until I could not stand to wait anymore. I made my move.
Walking calmly up to him, I reached out and restrained him from making matters worse. He glared at me, as my paw wrapped around the base of his member, but I could see that his desire, his need, was overriding his unreasoning disgust of me. Sinking slowly to my knees, I rested my paws on his hips and began to lick his penis tenderly.
Shameless? I have needs too. The army did a very good job at blocking any of my other outlets. So I was reduced to servicing the needs of my fellow soldiers. Besides, I enjoyed doing it. Immensely.
Sometimes, instead of being grateful, Furs have lashed out at me as I started to service them. It could be very painful, as my attention would be diverted and I wouldn't know to roll with the strike. That wasn't the case this time. With a moan of pleasure, the Mouse braced his paws on my shoulders and began to rock his hips, sliding his penis deeper into my mouth. I made a pleased sound of my own as I let the organ slip deeper into my mouth and down into my throat.
The shampoo and the oil that had given the poor Mouse so much trouble gave his member an interesting taste.
He moaned loudly as I deep-throated him, swallowing him to the base of his organ. I reached down and played with his ball-sack, squeezing it gently. Doing that doubled the intensity of the fur's moans. His moaning apparently was a beacon. Within the space of two heart-beats, I was surrounded by all of the other males in the shower. Sliding the Mouse's penis out of my throat, I looked around at all of the erect members that now surrounded me, their owners blushing as their eyes silently begged me for my attentions.
"This is going to be awhile." I informed them, "If you will just be patient, I will get to you."
I thought that I had been surrounded by a slice of heaven. Furs, all sexy as hell and normally hated the sight of me, were now begging me to service them. And I could say no if I wanted to. Not that I did. I had power over them now, and I enjoyed being able to turn Furs who had once tried to hurt me, into my sex slaves. Of course, now that things were going my way, something bad had to happen. And it did. Just as I finishing my service the last of my comrades, all hell broke loose.
"What the HELL is going on here?!" Every Fur in the shower winced at the sound of the Major's voice. The Otter, whose penis I had been servicing, jumped a bit, his cock pulsing in response to the Otter's accelerated heart-beat, before it grew flaccid. With an apologetic look, he pulled out and came to attention. "So?! Is someone going to answer me?!" Demanded the Major.
I looked around at the Furs I had serviced. I considered it a small victory that not a single one of them was looking at me with hate or disgust in their eyes. Mostly, their eyes showed embarrassment, sadness or regret. The regret for some of them was obvious, their members still as hard as rock and quietly begging for my attentions. I got back to my feet, made difficult by my enlarged stomach, and tried to look proud and defiant. However, I could not totally suppress the blush that was rising in my face.
"Explain yourself soldier!"
The Major snapped glaring at me. Taking a deep breath, I replied,
"Sir, I was just servicing the needs of my comrades."
The Major's eyes widened in outrage as he grated, "I am supposed to believe that?"
I sighed and prepared myself for the tirade.
"It's true."
There was a collective intake of breath as one of my comrades stepped forward. The Major was startled, but he recovered and barked out,
"Name, soldier!"
The Mouse walked forward until he was standing by my side. "My name is Horus." He stated, throwing a swift salute. "I am a second lieutenant."
The Major put his hands on his hips and glared at the lieutenant. "And what is the answer to my question?" Horus saluted again. "This fur was tending to our needs, Sir."
I can still remember the look in the Major's eyes as that Mouse said those words. There was fear and hate, of course. But there was something else, something like...desire.
"Dammit!" Swore the Major, "I knew that this would happen!" He turned his gaze at the congregation of males who still stood at attention, most in more ways than one.
"I should have never allowed them to saddle me with that Fairy! He is infecting all of you!" My comrades and I exchanged glances as the Major continued to rant in this vein for awhile.
It was then that something unexpected happened. And I mean, totally unexpected.
As the Major was finishing up with his rant, silently, one of my bunk-mates, an Otter, walked up to the Major from behind. The Major was winding down a list of threats, most of them impossible to pull off, or at least, I hoped so, when the Otter reached around and embraced the ranting Major from behind.
To this day, I do not know why the Major's reflexes did not take over at that point. But they didn't. And I like to think that he was happier for that lapse in reflex.
The Major stiffened as the Otter wrapped his arms around him from behind.
"What.
The.
Hell.
Are you doing?" The Major whispered in a rough voice.
The Otter ran his paw up the Major's chest, nuzzling and nibbling the Major's neck, reaching up to nibble on the Major's ear. "This Fur has shown me something. You can't hide what you are."
Dropping down his left paw, the Otter groped the Major's loins. The Major stiffened at the touch, before growling,
"Let. Me. Go."
The Otter continued to stroke the Major's chest with his right paw,
"You can't hide it either sir,"
The Otter whispered as he slid his left paw into the Major's pants, stroking his member. I, and all the others in the shower, watched in amazement as the Major moaned and became limp in the Otter's arms. Except for one. A Stag came forward, and began to undress the Major. Carefully, gently, the Stag slipped off the Major's clothing, laying each garment neatly in a pile to the side.
Very soon, the Major was as naked as the rest of us.
His breathing had become heavier, more rapid. And the sent that he was giving off was an uneven mix of fear and desire. There was a collective intake of breath as the Otter slid himself to the hilt inside the Major. The Major's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his neck became limp. The Major's head was soon resting on the Otter's shoulder. The Major gasped and his limbs began to tremble as the Otter ran his paw up his body, reaching up to tease the Major's teats.
It was then that the Major moaned something that took our collective breath away.
"You feel," He moaned "So good...inside of me."
The Stag smiled and dropped to his knees, where he began to lick and nibble the Major's length. With a noise that sounded like a sob, the Major began to rock his hips sliding himself further into the Stag's hot mouth. The Otter and the Stag stayed still and let the Major set the pace. Another set of moans distracted me from the spectacle of the Major getting lovingly fucked.
I watched as two other fell to the ground, locked in each other's embrace. Another set of moans distracted me again. Another two were in the same straits. Soon, all of the males in the shower had a partner and was laying on the ground, thrusting themselves into each other.
The base was quiet. Blissfully so. After being yelled at by the base leader for an hour or so, I was charged with, ‘Insubordination of a perverse nature' and sentenced with 24 hour guard duty. On top of that, I had to be wearing full dress.
At that time, I thought that I had gotten off lightly. I was so wrong.
I walked my patrol route. My armor clinked softly as I padded around the base's outer marker. The night was calm and warm. Thankfully, there was enough of a breeze to turn the inside of my armor from an oven to a sauna. As I walked, I thought about my triumph in the showers. I lost myself again and again in the absolute bliss of the moment, savoring the slight taste of cum that still lurked in the corners of my mouth.
It was because of that, that I did not realize my betrayal, at the paws of my superiors and my comrades. I was a fool.
It began fast. One moment I am fanaticizing about my comrades, and the next, I was under attack. A trebuchet boulder hit the ground close-by to me, throwing me off my feet. Then, a hissing cloud of arrows raked the ground all around me. I curled up defensively, and was mostly protected by my armor. I cried out as an arrow scraped my tail. The sounds of the arrows glancing off my armor was defining.
No, it wasn't really. I was scared, so all of my senses were in the red zone. It just seemed like it was defining.
Then came the first wave. As I struggled to get up, I heard them smashing their way through the underbrush. I had barley gained my feet again, when they were on me. With blood-chilling cries, they threw themselves at me. Under their on slot, I was forced back. By this time I had my sword out. Parrying a powerful thrust, I turned to counter the Fur behind me. It was a Weasel, small and fast. He had on a light armor made of compressed leather. That allowed him speed and provided ample protection against a slower opponent. Like me. As my armor took the hit, I was wishing that I was not wrapped in about 200 pounds of metal.
My armor absorbed the hit, but I saw and felt the plating buckle. Slamming the Fur in the face with my gauntlet wrapped fist, I turned to face the others. A flurry of motion caught my eye and, before I realized what I was doing, I thrust towards it. I froze as I felt my sword slide into the Weasel's body. The mace in his paw dropped from his grasp.
Slowly, (it seemed to me, I have heard testimony that the entire altercation took less than two minutes) His paws wrapped themselves around mine, trapping it onto the hilt of the sword. The fur's blood ran in rivulets over my gauntlet, seeping through the armor and staining my paw. I tried, with increasing desperation, to get away. Never mind the sword. I pulled and yanked on my paw, trying to get it free of the dead one's grip.
Here is where I say something very corny. But it's true. I never expected to ever kill any-fur. The war, while a big part of my life, had always seemed so far away. Like it was in a different world. The taught us, drilled into us, how to kill another fur in combat. But I never expected to have to use that knowledge.
The others had fled. They saw me roaring and mutilating my opponent, their squad leader, and ran. A mix of fear and tiredness filled me, combining, feeding off each other. As I staggered towards the base, I kept seeing in my mind's eye, the light in that fur's eyes go out. Over and over again. It was made worse by the cries of pain from the furs getting caught in the Bases automatic defenses.
Tears were running down my face as I tore feverishly at my armor, desperate to get away from the thick sent of blood that had stained it. As the armor came off, my despair grew. I saw that the blood wasn't just on the armor. It was also on me. Staining my fur, mocking me silently at my efforts to run. Free of my armor, I tore at my clothing, Not thinking, not caring about the furs outside that were hunting me with sharp, pointy things with which to kill me.
All I could think about was to get the blood off, to escape from the memory of the furs guts wrapping themselves around my paws as I tried to run. Running to the showers, I turned them all on, full blast. As the hot, oil-scented water began to fill the room, I grabbed at a cake of soap. Being wet ensured that the soap slipped from my hand and skittered along the floor. With a sob, I pursued it, again and again, only to have it shoot away from me as I grabbed onto it. Finally I caught it and held onto it. And I used it, lathering my entire body again and again, rinsing and looking to see if the stain was gone.
After, I don't know how many times I washed, nor how long it took, but I finally got the stain off from my paws and body, the smell out of my fur. My breathing was ragged as I leaned up against the pillar where I had dropped my weapons. I remembered how easy it was, killing that fur. It had been no different than stabbing one of the many straw dummies on our mock-battlefield training ground. As I looked down at my sword, I felt a moment of terror go through me as I saw an image of the fur I had killed reflected in the blade. My mind screamed in horror and my body couldn't take it. I dropped onto my paws and knees and threw-up.
By the time I was done, my body was trembling even worse than before. I could barely stand up again. There was a small noise at the entrance of the bathing area. I whipped up my head to confront the smiling countenance of a Ferret.
Yes, for all those that have been reading this story for the sex, another scene is coming up. But for those of you who are reading this for the story's sake, will know that this is the very beginning of understanding for me. I hope you can learn from my mistakes here.
I went for my sword on the ground, adrenaline surging through me. As I straightened up and brought my paw up to begin a downward swing, the Fur made his move. In a heart-beat he was in front of me. Right in front of me. His chest pressed against my own, His right paw holding my wrist, so I could not complete the swing. I closed my eyes, knowing that in this position, all it would take was a simple dagger thrust into my side to finish me.
As I braced myself for the seemingly inevitable strike, something happened that caught me totally off guard. As I waited, with eyes closed, for death to find me, the fur began to nibble on my neck. My eyes shot open. The Ferret smiled in reaction to the look on my face and said,
"You are too cute to be very savage."
I was speechless. Here I was expecting to be dead, and the fur was flirting with me!
"G-get away! I mean it!" I stammered and tried to wrest my sword-paw from his grasp.
The fur smiled. And then he did something that paralyzed me completely. He reached down with his left paw and cupped me. Squeezing my ball-sack gently.
My body stopped trembling, and I could not hold back a moan as my arm went limp. I managed to hold onto the sword, but that was all. Smiling up into my face, the Ferret gently began to twist my arm at the wrist. Soon my sword was pointed in the opposite direction.
"Drop the sword," Crooned the fur "And I will play with you."
As a way of amplification, he moved his paw from squeezing my ball-sack, to stroking my swelling member.
Moaning loudly, I dropped the sword. As the ringing noise from the sword hitting the floor faded, his right paw dropped down to grab my ass. Arching by back, I pressed myself against him, wanting the treatment to continue.
"See?" he crooned "When you do what I want, you feel good."
He dropped his head down and began to nibble on my chest, paying close attention to my teats. Moaning, I dropped my own paws so I could stroke his ass through his clothing.
"Slide down," The fur commanded "slowly, and undress me."
Nodding, I did as he ordered. Slipping off his shirt was easy. His chest was lightly furred, pitted and lined with scars, and possessed a wiry strength that I could easily feel through his skin. As I slid down onto my knees, his paws migrated up my back until they were on my shoulders. His pants were a bit harder. The fabric was tenting, which meant that I had to be careful or else I would hurt the member within. Finally, I got the belt undone.
Sliding the pants down gave me opportunity to stroke his ass. I took it. The Ferret moaned softly and thrust his hips forward.
This encouraged me to go faster. I didn't bother to slide the sexy fur's undergarment down. I tore it apart, allowing the member to pop free. Leaning close, I closed my eyes and inhaled close to it, getting, full strength, the scent of his arousal. Thrusting forward, he slid himself into my mouth. Reflexively, I cradled the member with my tongue and guided it deeper into my mouth.
With my paws on his ass, I pulled him closer. As my nose became buried in his pubic hair, I fingered him underneath the tail, teasing his entrance. The fur moaned and stood stock still. Taking this as encouragement, I slipped my finger into his anal tract and began to wiggle it, stimulating him. At the same time, I swallowed him. His moans turned into a cry of elation as he climaxed into my throat. I tried my best to swallow him, but he pulled himself out of my mouth. I closed my eyes as he sprayed my face with his seed.
It was erotic then, but in retrospect, it was kind of stupid. I mean, the whole point of spraying your seed on another is to establish that particular individual as your property. The showers were still on while he did it, so all of his seed was washed away almost as soon as it hit me. Sorry. Didn't mean to go off on a tangent.
As his climax finished, he pulled back up onto my feet. Pushing me gently against the pillar, he kissed me deeply, pulling his body so close I didn't know where he started or the post finished.
It was probably around that time when my captor's reinforcements arrived. They didn't do much when they saw what was happening. In fact, I hear a few of them shrugged out of their armor and started to relive themselves. Or their comrades. Or both.
The only thing I could do was submit. He was too skilled for me to do anything else. Running a paw down my side, he took a firm hold, despite the oil-water still raining down on us, on my leg. Pulling gently, he soon had me standing on one leg, the other trapped about mid-waist in the crook of his elbow. Never breaking the kiss, he reached down and did the same thing with my other leg.
Now he and the post were my only support. I broke off the kiss as a felt the oil-water run down my body, trickling over my entrance. The Ferret smiled into my face as he rocked his hips, letting me feel his pulsing member rub against me.
Here is where he made his mistake. If he had just picked me up and slid into me, I would not have been able to stop him. I would have been his. But he made the mistake of giving me time to think. That in itself was not it, but it allowed me time to remember the promise I had made to myself.
"So," he said in a seductive whisper, "How does it feel? How does it feel to know that you are about to be fucked by of your enemies, and that you'll like it?"
My moans grew softer, and my thought process grew more lucid.
"Wait...wait...No, don't."
The Ferret paid no attention to what I said. "You will love my cock inside of you." He assured me as he began to prod my entrance.
I began to struggle, weakly. "No! I...I do not want...please don't fuck me...please."
The Ferret looked me in the eye and asked, "Why is that, might I ask?"
Moaning at the continued stimulation of my captors member rubbing insistently at my entrance,
I replied,
"I promised myself...Not to ever be...be fucked. I want...to be able to give myself...totally...to the one I love...to the one...I will serve."
The Ferret's smile grew as he said, "You serve me. Simple."
Fueled by the energy of denial, I grabbed the nozzle above my head and wrapped my tail around the post behind me, anchoring myself firmly. With a grunt, I arched up and kicked the Ferret in the jaw, causing him to let go of me. He wheeled away, cursing and trying to stop his head from spinning. I cried out in pan as I hit the stone floor at a funny angle. Falling to one side, I scrabbled for my sword. Grabbing the hilt, I brought it up, barely in time, to counter the powerful strike that the Ferret directed at me. His eyes were wide with rage as he rained blows down on me. Getting to my feet was difficult, but I managed it. The Ferret and I dueled back and forth, fairly matched.
No, I don't know why the others didn't join in the fight. Maybe because they were lost in their own carnal pleasures. Or maybe they were too busy trying to get back into their armor as their General approached.
I was winning the fight when it happened. He lunged and I parried and waited for the counter. He swung his blade up and over, using both gravity and momentum to increase his power. I stepped back towards one of the shower posts for added protection hoping that if I did not have the strength to block it, that the post would give me a chance to duck away. As my blade touched his, I could feel the shock resonate through the entire length of my sword.
The blade shattered completely, leaving me with only the hilt intact. I retained enough of my mind to wheel away, so that my attacker's blade lodged itself deep into the post. Both of us just stood there, staring at my weapon. As I looked up at my opponent, I saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes. I did not have a chance to wonder about who it was. A massive weight slammed me in the back of the head. Faintly, I felt pain as I fell to my knees. The room spun as I fell to the floor and blacked out.