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Medics Help Medics Out

“Now that our lesson is over," the horse commander scans the room, “which of you soldiers would be so kind as to clean the room?"

Raising his paw up high and beaming with enthusiasm, “I will do it, commander!" Ludwig, a large brown bear, wiggles his ears in joy when the commander gives him a nod.

“Thank you for volunteering, soldier. Try not to be long. The rest of you head out!"

As the other soldiers filled out of the room, Ludwig started cleaning. Due to most medics in the Dawnbreak Order being tidy, it didn't take him long. As he hummed a jolly tune to himself, laughter could be heard behind him.

“Having fun there?" Looking behind him, Ludwig saw the familiar boar wearing his trademark smirk.

Boris leaned against the wall as he taunted his fellow medic. He gave Ludwig a wink, sending a shiver up the bear's spine.

Ludwig chose to ignore the man as though he respected him as a fellow medic; his personality left much to be desired.

“So, this begs the question: Is your unit better at cleaning than fighting? Given your unit's track record, I'm sure one of you will still find a way to faint from it!" Boris burst out laughing, much to the bear's annoyance.

“Is there a reason why you're still here?" Ludwig finally asked as he put up the last of the remaining wraps.

When the two men locked eyes, Boris quickly averted his. Ludwig's maw was left ajar as he watched the boar nervously scratch his neck. They would exchange a few looks but nothing more. It took a while, but Boris finally decided to look Ludwig in the eyes.

“Well, I was wondering if you would like to review the process with me. The guy with me wouldn't stop moving, making it near impossible to get the process done right."

Ludwig's maw was left agape as he wasn't to hear such an earnest question from someone like Boris. His cheeks began to get flushed before shaking his head and gave the boar a cheerful smile.

“I'd be honored to do so!" The two exchanged a pleasant smile, as Ludwig retrieved the wraps he had just put up. “I got a pretty good feeling on how it should be done and feel, so I have no issue with you practicing on me. I'll even give you a few pointers if you like."

“That'd be great!" Boris made his way to the bed the bear was sitting on.

It wasn't a hard process. After Ludwig placed one of his paws on the opposite shoulder, Boris began wrapping it up. There were a few hiccups every now and then with the wrapping process, but with a few pointers, Boris was able to get it down. Soon, Ludwig found his right arm immobilized, as the boar had successfully done the job. The two laughed as Ludwig looked kind of ridiculous, all wrapped up.

“Thanks for the pointers. Guess the wolf is the only weak link in your unit, huh?" Boris playfully jabbed Ludwig's free arm, but the bear just brushed him aside.

“There is no weak soldier in my unit," Ludwig glared back at the boar, who only rolled his eyes.

“It was a joke. Geesh, you and Edwin need to loosen up when it comes to that wolf."

“Resnick."

“Yeah, whatever."

Ignoring the boar's rude remark, Ludwig continued on reexplaining about the technique. Much to Boris's annoyance. While in the middle of ignoring the bear, Boris began to examine his body. Though he was still in his standard uniform, Ludwig's stocky belly still showed in his uniform.

“Are you paying attention?" Was all Ludwig could ask before Boris grabbed at his chest. It caught the bear off guard, and he felt his cheeks getting warmer by the second. Before he could say anything, Boris gave his chest a quick squeeze, making the bear moan.

“You know, Ludwig. I've never noticed," Boris licked his lips, “but you don't look half bad yourself. Shoot, has anyone told you your chest is as soft as a woman's?" Boris let out a hearty chuckle before resuming his teasing by slipping his hand into the bear's uniform.

Try as he might, Ludwig couldn't bring himself to push the boar away. He was positive it was only his right arm that was tied up, but try as he might, his other arm refused to move an inch. It was as if something was holding him in place. Looking at the boar, he could see a light red tint in his comrade's eye.

“Hmm, figured you'd be soft to the touch. It almost feels like I'm about to fuck a woman," Boris leaned in to nibble on Ludwig's neck as he began to aggressively rub the bear's crotch, “Too bad this is here instead. But who knows, maybe your ass is as tight as their pussy." He let out a hearty laughter as soft, sweet moans escaped from the bear's mouth with every rub.

“Bo- Boris, please," Ludwig leaned against the boar's arm, his face rubbing against the man's tusk, “I…I feel so funny…get help. Please…"

Boris chuckled as he locked lips with Ludwig before laying him down. Though Ludwig tried to fight it, he was no match for the aggressive boar and allowed himself to be taken over.

The boar easily overpowered the bear's tongue as they interlocked. It wasn't much of a struggle for Boris, as Ludwig just surrounded his maw to the boar, soft whimpers escaping his mouth as the boar's tongue explored more of his mouth.

“That's a good bear. Surrender yourself to me," Boris pulled away, licking the small beads of saliva off Ludwig's maw.

Ludwig let out another soft whimper before turning his head and giving a meek nod. Boris's eyes grew an even darker shade of red. “Good."

Looking up at the boar, the red of his eyes was the only thing visible to him. Ludwig couldn't even tell who he was looking at anymore as the boar wasn't the man he used to be anymore. Though he looked like the boar from the chest down, face up, he almost looked like someone else.

“Boris?"

“Don't worry. I'll be sure to take good care of you," he says as he grabs a few of the wraps nearby. Now, let us make sure you're nice and comfortable."

Boris wrapped the bear's legs and free arm to the bed frame, giving it a few tugs, making sure the binds were going to hold up. Once he was certain, he ripped off Ludwig's shirt, exposing the bear's bare chest. A small whistle escaped his maw, causing the bear to blush. Ludwig tried to look away, but Boris grabbed his maw and forced him to look him in the eye.

A soft whimper escapes from his lips, giving Boris enough space to stick his thumb in. With no resistance, Ludwig opened his maw wider as Boris guided his thumb down. Once it was spread far enough, Boris gathered his saliva and spat it into the bear's mouth before closing it.

“What a sight. I wonder, what would the others say if they saw you like this. Cowering before your better. You're acting no better than a cheap whore at the tavern. Would you like to have a real soldier in you?" Boris didn't wait for Ludwig to respond before he ripped the bear's pants apart, exposing his nethers.

Ludwig's dick was fully exposed; though it was short, its girth was more than enough to make up for it. That got a whistle out of the boar as he tightly gripped it. This caused the bear's body to jolt up, but the wraps made it impossible for his body to rise far.

“What a shame you were given this," Boris pulled harder, “only real men should have such a thing, not shy wuss cowering before his betters. But don't worry my big fluffy bear. I'll be sure to help bring out your inner woman."

Boris placed his free hand into the bear's maw, and without being told to, he eagerly sucked on the boar's fingers. This got a chuckle out of him as he slowly tugged on Ludwig's cock.

Once he felt his fingers were nice and wet, he slowly pulled them out. A loud pop could be heard as Ludwig let out a soft whimper. It was quick, and all Ludwig knew was his face had a sharp pain, and his cheek was suddenly warm.

“Why are you whining for? I guess everyone in your unit is a bunch of babies. But, don't worry, you're about to be taken care of by a real medic," and with no warning, he shoved his lube fingers into Ludwig's ass, causing the bear to moan with delight. “That's it, whore. Sing for your master. Let this room fill with your sweet music."

Looking up at the boar, Ludwig couldn't tell who he was looking at. Though he sounded and looked like his fellow medic-in-arms, whenever he pulled his head back, Boris's face was completely obscured by the shadow. Only his glowing red eye was able to pierce through the darkness.

“Wait… who are you?" That was all Ludwig was able to get out before Boris shoved three more fingers into him, “Hmph! Wait… stop…!" Before he could say more, Boris shoved his tongue down the bear's throat.

Ludwig tried to push Boris off, but due to the restraints, he couldn't even raise his fist and quickly gave up. Letting himself be taken control over by the man. As Boris pulled back, he looked down on his victim. Ludwig had next to no fight left in him. He was a slobbering mess on the bed, waiting for Boris's next action.

“Hmph, if only your unit could see you now. Their lost." He removed his fingers and waited a few seconds. Ludwig made no sound; he only gave pleading eyes to the boar, “What a good little whore. I'll be sure to reward you later." Boris grabbed his cock, and used what little saliva was left on his fingers as lube before lining it against the bear's now loose hole. “I'll show you how a real man treats their whores."

His cock was slightly less thick than Ludwig's it was longer with a slight curve. With no warning, Boris slammed his dick in with no warning, slamming their bellies together.

Stars flashed before Ludwig's eyes, but he didn't have time to process what happened as Boris kept up his ramming. The room soon found itself filled with the sound of Boris pounding Ludwig's ass, Ludwig's cries, and of pleasure.

“That's it, cub! How does it feel to have a real man in you? To know you're being fucked by your better."

Ludwig couldn't answer as his mind was more focused on his dick, as it was being rubbed between his and Boris's stomachs. With each press, it felt as if the boar was taking time in the middle of fucking him to stroke him as well, though the boar's paws were more occupied with keeping his legs apart.

Though Ludwig hadn't answered him, it was not an issue for Boris; in fact, he was more than happy to lean in and nip on the bear's nipple. The sudden sharp feeling snapped Ludwig out of his stupor, and he almost screamed, but he was able to hold his tongue. That is when another slap graced his face.

“I told you I wanted to hear you scream. Disappoint me again, and you'll regret it!" Shouted Boris; his red eyes felt as if they were burning holes into the bear, who could only nod, which got him another slap from Boris. As if on queue, Ludwig screamed out in pain. “Good. Don't disappoint me again."

Boris leaned into Ludwig's chest and bit on his chest. His tusk poked into the upper parts of the bear's neck as he clamped down on the soft, fluffy, tender chest. With each bite, Ludwig screamed out. That only caused the boar to bite down even harder, which brought the bear to scream louder. A vicious cycle that brought a crick smile to Boris's face.

“You love having me in you dontcha," Boris asked. Ludwig just nodded, “You want to have more of me in you, right?" Ludwig nodded again. “Well, you're just in luck."

As Boris picked up his pace once more, he wrapped both his arms around Ludwig and slowly lifted the bear off the bed, much to Ludwig's surprise. With his penis being fully wrapped up between his and Boris's stomachs, it didn't take long for Ludwig to cum. Coating both bellies with his spunk.

Boris laughed as Ludwig tried to hide his face.

“Don't do that! It just shows that this is where you belong, tied up and fucked by your betters! So, embrace the fact that your unit is filled with nothing but whores, and you're the biggest one of all!"

With one final push, Boris went in to kiss Ludwig once again before cumming inside the bear's ass. Ropes of cum covered Ludwig's inner walls, and his tongue was being ravaged by the boar as he rubbed both their bodies together. Much to both men's shock, that had caused Ludwig to cum once more.

“Shit, I wish the whores at The Weary Soldier had an ass half as good as yours," Boris yanked his cock out. A loud pop could be heard as his cum oozed out of the bear's ass. “Now, then, I suppose you deserve a reward for doing such a great job."

Ludwig looked at command in confusion as the boar made his way to the door. His eyes widened in horror as Boris opened the door, and all those who had left earlier soon filled the room. All naked and cocks raging hard. Ludwig tried once more to move, to no adveal.

“No need to be shy. After all, they're here to make sure you are well taken care of."

Ludwig didn't have time to say anything as a Black wolf shoved his cock down his throat. All he could do was watch Boris disappear as the crowd soon surrounded him. When the wolf pulled out of him, he saw the horse commander before him. His cock was the size of the bear's arm and dripping with cum.

“Don't worry, soldier, once I'm done with you, your whole will be nice and loose for everyone here."

Even A Captain Must Learn To Take Orders

The crackling fire of the hearth rang in the ear of the white wolf captain as he glared at his commander. The lion loomed over the wolf, admiring his work as the wolf struggled to get out of his binds.

“Try as you might, but you aren't the first, and I doubt the last I needed to give special attention to," said Commander Brigham, his deep, booming voice striking a core with the Captain as he stopped squirming in his binds.

It happened so fast. Commander Brigham and his Lieutenant Russel had walked into Garret's office and overpowered the wolf. Tying him up, making sure his arms were secured behind his back and his chest kept up with the rope. Brigham had commanded Russel to keep watch and make sure no one came and interrupted his one-on-one with the captain.

Garret watched as the Commander circled him. The whip in the lion's claw had him lost for words. It was a rumor in the Dawnbreak Order that the Commander had a thing for punishing those he believed had strayed from the path, but Garret never paid them any mind. After all, who would believe it? It was such an outrageous claim.

The crack of the whip rang in the Captain's ears as a raging fire filled his back. Struggling not to let out a scream, the old wolf gritted his teeth as spit flooded out of his mouth. As he huffed, his bloodshot eyes peered at the Commander, who kept his proud, regal face. The lion broke his stance and gave a slight smile to the Captain.

“I have been very impressed with how you train your unit, Captain, but," Brigham reared back the whip, “what I have been reading in the reports says something completely different." He struck the captain's back once more, making a noticeable x mark through the fur.

“As you saw with our training Commander, my unit is in great shape," growled Garret through gritted teeth. “Is this really over a few small hiccups? Have they not proven themselves?"

Another strike on his back, the wolf nearly let out a scream but was able to let a slight grunt come out instead. As much as he wanted to cry out, he didn't want his men to come crashing through the door.

Garret tried taking deep breaths, but the ropes made it nearly impossible to take in any air as it constricted his chest. If he tried to get too much, it would then start to rub against his nipples. It had gotten to the point that the slight rub caused them to sting.

“I must applaud you, Captain. Your devotion to your unit is very admirable. I can see why they follow you. The order could stand to have a few more captains like yourself," Brigham said, making his way to meet Garret face-to-face. “But that admiration doesn't mean anything if results don't meet expectations. The same soldier in your unit repeatedly fails, once in the raid and again by letting himself get caught by the enemy. It makes me wonder if there is something I am missing in your training."

As the lion glanced at the Captain, his eyes soon locked on a damp spot on the Captain's pants. Pressing the hilt of the whip on top of the wet spot, Garret tried his best to stand at attention, but the more he resisted, the harder the Commander pressed.

“Captain Garret, is this turning you on? Are you enjoying this?" His words were cold and direct as his eyes stared into the captain's.

“No, Commander."

The two men stared at each other as the Commander added more pressure. Even as his eyes twitched, Garret refused to kneel. Soon enough, the Commander released the pressure off the Captain's sheath. But Garret's peace didn't last long as Brigham placed a firm grip on his balls.

Veins pop along the Captain's face as he held back his screams. As his eyes twitched, a gleam could be seen in the Commander's eyes as he squeezed harder.

“How about this, Captain? Does this get you going?" Brigham squeezed harder, “I can feel you getting harder by the second. Enlighten me, Captain Garret. Do you dream of your unit participating in such 'activities' with you?"

The lion's cold words were warmed by the grip he had on the wolf. The two were locked once again. Though with all his might Garret couldn't break the ropes binding his arms. Brigham showed no emotions as he kept his eyes locked on the wolf and massaged the man's balls in his paw.

When the Commander let go, Garret let out a long sigh. The lion only stared as the wolf gathered his breath. Clearing his throat, before speaking once more.

“I asked you a question, Captain."

“Of course not! I would never think of doing such a thing. In fact-," Garret was cut off as a knee to his already sore groin brought him to the ground.

With a loud thud, Garret was on the floor gasping for air. It was soon cut off with the sole of Brigham's foot pressing down on his head. Each second felt like an eternity as the weight of the commander grew.

“I asked you a question. You ought to have known better than to talk back," Brigham pressed down harder. “Raising one's voice to their superior is something I would expect from a new recruit, not a captain. Especially a captain of a troublesome unit."

“I'm sorry, Commander, but," through gritted teeth, Garret turned his head to face the commander. “My men are the best unit you will ever see. And I will defend them and whatever accusations that may come to them. Even from you, sir."

Though he didn't move, Garret felt the pressure ease up off him. From his angle he couldn't get a read on the lion's face.

“I will say," Brigham's stern voice struck a nerve in Garret, locking his body up. “Your devotion to your unit is most admirable, and I do wish more captains were like you. Nevertheless, I do expect you to still show me respect in our private meetings."

“Understood, Commander."

Brigham removed his foot, allowing Garret to breathe. A sudden pull on his binds almost caused the wolf to bite his tongue. The lion was able to lift him with one arm, as if he weighed nothing. Looking the man in the eye, Garret was able to finally see the red tinge in his Commander's eye.

The fur on the back of his neck rose as his ears flopped back. Brigham just stared at the wolf. Not saying anything. Garret tried his best to process what he is seeing as he looked towards the door.

“I must admit I am quite impressed," Brigham finally spoke, “You look quite admirable defending your unit," but before Garret could respond, Brigham licked the side of his face. “Sadly, you still deserve some punishment for talking back to your commander."

Setting Garret on his knees, Brigham paced around the room. Disappearing behind the Captain's desk. Despite wanting to watch the red-eye, Garret couldn't take his eyes off the door.

A rough paw gripped the Captain's shoulders, snapping his attention back to the Commander. Turning his head, he nearly poked his eye out with one of the barbs on the lion's cock. Though he tried to jump away, the Commander's grasp on him kept him in place.

“Commander. What is the meaning of this?" Garret couldn't take his eyes off the Commander's tool. Though it wasn't the first time he had seen another men's dick, he had never seen one of his superiors. Or one so erect.

The lion's dick was thicker than the captain had imagined it to be, as it was as thick as three of his fingers. Lined up with barbs to the tip, it oozed with pre, pulsing with each second the wolf looked at it. Garret was so entranced by the sight of it that he hadn't noticed the commander was no longer behind him but instead had been standing before him for the last minute. Letting the man admire his tool.

“Open," without thinking, Garret opened his mouth as the Commander slid his dick between the wolf's lips. “Good, Captain. Now, let us test your oral skills."

The barbs on the commander's dick poked the Captain's tongue as he tried his best to figure out what was going on. The more he pulled back his head would automatically go back down, forcing him to take more and more of the commander's dick. Soon, he found himself bobbing his head up and down the Commander's tool. Bring a smile to the Lion's face.

“It's no use resisting," Brigham purred, “you're doing a fine job, Captain, be proud of that."

Glaring at the commander, Garret noticed that Brigham's eyes were still red. Looking towards the door, a pit in his stomach began to form as the thought of Russel coming in worried him.

“You know, Captain. Despite your earlier remarks, it's nice to know your mouth has other talents." Brigham grabbed Garret by the ears and held his head in place, “but it's about time we wrap this up."

With the lion's firm grip on him, Garret couldn't move his head. He was forced to take Brigham's meat much further than he had liked as the lion forced his cock to reach the back of his throat, pressing his pelvis into the wolf's snout. With each thrust, the lion picked up speed to the point that Garret felt as if he had swallowed a dagger as the barbs kept prodding him.

Brigham took his dick out to the tip before shoving Garret right back on it, letting out a deep and powerful roar as he shot ropes of cum down the wolf's throat. Garret did his best to resist, swallowing any of it, but as more and more of the Commander's cum filled his maw, he soon found himself swallowing what little he had too. Still, bits of the lion's cum oozed out of his maw and onto his fur below.

Garret's mind slowly became at ease as the Commander pulled his cock out. The wolf even found himself licking what little cum left on the lion's cock. A deep purr slipped through Brigham's maw, as he rubbed Garret's head.

“Garret, you truly are a good captain. And your unit has caught my eye. So, you must understand I'll be sure to keep an eye on all of you. Now," wiping what little drops of cum off his dick and onto Garret's tongue, “Don't swallow."

Try as he might Garret couldn't bring himself to disobey the Commander's order. He sat on the ground, patiently waiting for his next order as the taste of the Commander's cum filled his mouth.

As he sat, Brigham walked behind him before taking a seat right next to the wolf. “Keep looking forward." Was all he said before licking the captain's neck. The wolf almost swallowed as the sudden lick caught him off guard. But before he had time to process it, he felt a sharp pain poking around his sheath. “You like that?" The Commander's deep voice graced the tip of the Captain's ear.

Even without looking down, Garret could feel the lion's other paw digging around his sheath. His claws twirled around the tip of his cock as to widen his sheath to let more and more of it out. Garret struggled so much with the binds to that he started to burn rope marks in his skin.

“You know, most canines I've worked with would crumble under this, but not you. No," the Lion licked Garret's neck, “you're different. You, truly, are one of a kind. If only others in the order were as obedient, as you."

Garret let out a muffled whimper as he couldn't take it. His mouth was filled to the brink with his saliva and the taste of Brigham. Blowing into the wolf's ear, the lion cuddled up to his subordinate.

“Now, now. What would your unit say if they saw you pouting? You don't want them to see that now, do you?" Garret just nodded. “Good. You ready?" He nods again. “Cause you are an obedient captain."

Seconds that felt like hours passed as Garret didn't move. Though his body tried to force it, the wolf had enough resilience to not bend to the red eye commander. That brought a chuckle out of the lion.

“I see. Well, lucky for you, I have all night to break you, Captain," and with that, Brigham chomped down on Garret's neck, causing the wolf to scream in pain, but wasting no time, his maw was quickly shut with a mighty paw forcing him to sallow what remains cum was in his mouth. “And trust me, Captain. You will kneel before me, before the night is over."

Love Can't Be An Illusion

Exhausted from his patrol with Ludwig, Edwin was ready to hit the baths. Making his way to the bathhouse, he heard the sound of a familiar grunt in the distance. Turning the corner, he saw a familiar coyote doing his nightly training.

“You know, I thought the Captain forbade us from nightly training. You know, after a certain someone passed out," the tiger's face was plastered with a big goofy grin.

“I know my body better than any of you, so I know what I can handle," Sam wiped the sweat from his brow. “Besides, why are you here? You usually avoid my night training."

Edwin just scoffed at that, before putting Sam into a headlock. Though the coyote could easily avoid the tiger without even trying, he knew that the man meant no harm.

“You know," easing up on his comrade, “seeing as I haven't showered yet might as well do some sparing with ya! You up for a little hand-to-hand practice?"

Sam rolled his eyes to that as he shook off Edwin's hold. Once he was a good distance from the tiger, Sam gave him a knowing nod, before squaring up to the tiger. Tossing his shirt aside, Edwin squared up to his small comrade.

The two locked eyes before charging at each other. The moment the two locked grips, Edwin easily began overpowering Sam given his height advantage. The tiger's large frame gave him so many advantages against his small comrade. But, even with this, Edwin made sure not to let it get to his head. He's lost more times than he wanted to admit.

The tiger put more of his weight into the grip he had on Sam's paws. Sam wasn't able to keep up with his strength and began to buckle. A big grin crept on Edwin's face as Sam's eyes began to twitch. His arms shook, and his knees tried their best to hold up the coyote.

“Looks like I'm going to win," Edwin exclaimed as he put more weight on top of Sam.

The coyote gritted his teeth as he struggled to regain his footing.

“So tell me Edwin. Who do you like more, me or Resnick?"

Edwin immediately let go of Sam's paws, giving the coyote the space he needed to leg sweep the tiger. A loud crash rang out in the courtyard as Edwin tried to regain his thoughts. Before he could even get up, Sam was already on top of him. The coyote's stern face was always hard for the tiger to read, and yet he could tell what his comrade was thinking.

“Wa-, Wait! Sam, I need a moment." Edwin lay sprawled on the ground as Sam leaned forward on his chest.

“I don't," was all the coyote said before locking maws with the tiger.

AS they were kiss, Sam pushed his tongue further into the tiger's muzzle. Being caught off guard in a sparring match and finishing with a kiss wasn't something Edwin was prepared for, and he just let Sam do as he pleased.

Pulling back, a trail of saliva connected the two men's tongues. Wiping his maw, Sam sat up on the tiger's stomach, watching the tiger's slowly breathing as they looked solemnly at each other.

As much as he wanted to scream, Edwin could only look at the coyote as his cheeks began to heat up. Sam had never shown this kind of interest before, or maybe he always had, but no one knew much about the coyote as he never talked about himself.

Feeling the sudden undoing of his rope, he tried to get up, but when Sam turned his head, the face he made had Edwin stunned. His once headstrong comrade, the man who hardly shows any emotions, is looking at him like a kid who knows what he is doing is wrong, but wants to see it through. Not knowing how to act, Edwin reluctantly allowed Sam to continue.

Seeing that Edwin was no longer putting up any resistance, Sam returned his attention back to the tiger's pants. The rope came undone easily enough, letting the coyote pull down the tiger's pants, revealing the tip of the man's boxers.

“A little help, please," Sam said meekly as he tried to push off more of Edwin's pants.

Edwin lifted his legs as Sam slid the tiger's pants further down, being extra careful not to hurt the tiger's tail. He was able to slide them down to the tiger's knees fully revealing the man's beaten up boxers. Sam took a moment to admire Edwin's bulge as it protruded from his boxers. Putting his paws inside of them, Sam pushed them aside.

Through the light of the kindly moon, Sam was able to see what he was working with. It had been a while since Edwin had gone to the The Weary Soldier and messed around with one of the whores there, so his sack was the size of one of Sam's fist. That had brought a chuckle from the coyote as he placed it in his paws. Gently massaging them, much to Edwin's annoyance and pleasure.

As the coyote continued his playfulness, he couldn't help but noticed the tiger's penis slowly emerging form it's sheath. Bits of pre leaked out from the tip, glistening in the moonlight as it trickled down onto the tiger's fur.

“Not one word of this."

Sam stood up and removed his pants. To Edwin's surprise, the coyote wasn't wearing anything underneath his pants. Edwin stared at his comrade's ass as Sam's tail wagged in excitement. Getting back on top of the tiger, Sam leaned forward and perking his ass up, lifting his tail letting Edwin have a better look at his hole.

To the tiger's shock something was lodged up the coyote's ass with the Dawnbreak Order's sigil on it. Edwin tried to get up and grab it, but his hand was swatted away by Sam's tail. Edwin's ears perked up as the sound of a whine came from the coyote. He laid back down and let Sam continue with what he was doing.

The coyote's tongue danced around the tiger's sheath, being sure to be mindful of the barbs. The more Sam's tongue went around the more Edwin's dick grew in his maw. Sam heard the rumors of how big the tiger was from the whores during his free days, but it was much different when experiencing it first hand.

As Sam pulled up, gasping for air, he admired his work. Turning back, he could see the tiger pleading eyes, begging for more and with a smirk, Sam turned around to face his victim.

“Now, it's time for the main event," the coyote reached back and pulled out the plug in his ass. A large metal plug, that was half the size of his fist, came out, tossing it to the side, a thud could be heard as it hit the ground. “You don't know how expensive it was to get this." Staring the tiger dead in his eyes, “I did my research Edwin. I heard tigers can cum up to hundred times," lowering his hole to the tip of Edwin's dick, “I'm not gonna let you leave until I completely deplete you." Before slamming down on top of his comrade.

The sudden impact had the tiger curling his toes as the warmth of Sam's insides wrapped around his dick. The two stared at each other, as they caught their breath, before ultimately looking away. Sam began to rise and go back down onto the tiger. He kept going at a steady pace, slowly getting used to the feel of the tiger's dick. The barb scratched his insides, but it was something he was expecting. He trained for this. Locking eyes with the tiger once more, Sam noticed that Edwin was still looking at him.

“Sam…are you sure about this? What if someone sees us? We shouldn't be doing this. Especially not here," he looked towards the barracks.

Though late, he knew what everyone was doing. Ludwig would be reading and waiting for his roommate to come back, Captain Garret would still be in his office doing some paperwork for Commander Brigham, while Resnick would be in their room waiting for him to return.

“Focus," the coyote shook his hips as he engulfed more of the tiger's cock. “I'm not letting you go till *hmph* till I'm satisfied."

As Sam raised his hips, two big meaty paws grabbed them and slammed him back down. Sam grabbed the tiger's fur as he laid on his chest. He let the tiger guide his ass, as he struggled to keep up his stern face. Listening to the rapid heartbeat of the tiger, he wondered if he was enjoying this as much as him.

“I'm close," Edwin huffed as he sat up, holding Sam close to his chest as he sped up. “Do you want me to pull out?"

“Don't you dare. I can handle it," Sam leaned in for a kiss

Edwin locked muzzles with Sam, and this time, he took control of the situation and pinned the coyote's tongue in his mouth. With the two of them wrapped in each other's embrace, Edwin pulled back to look at Sam's face. The coyote looked soft and small in his hands, but still had a fierce look in his eyes that the tiger had always loved.

“Get ready! I'm cumming Res- SAM!" Edwin shouted before letting out a mighty roar as he sent shots of cum into Sam's stomach.

Knowing he fucked up he wasn't sure on how to look at the coyote. The two just sat there in silence as Edwin thought of his next move.

“Ugh, Sam wait I'm-!" A pair of paws covered the tiger's eyes as a muzzle inched closer to his ear.

“Who do you love more, Sam or me?" The voice made the tiger's blood run cold as his fur stood on it's bristles. Resnick was right behind him nibbling on his ear. “How could you be thinking of me while fucking him? I thought we had something more special Ed, or was that a lie?"

“Perhaps," Edwin felt Sam pushing away from him, “he'll feel better if it was you."

Before he could say anything Edwin found himself on the ground once again, but this time Resnick was on his dick raising his hips and slowly impaling himself on the tiger's cock.

“Tell me… Do you enjoy him more than me," Sam was now behind the tiger, holding the tiger's head in his paws, forcing the tiger to look at him in the eyes while the wolf rode the tiger's dick.

“Wait? How did-!" Before he could say any more Sam locked lips with him once more causing the tiger to cum again. “Fuck, Sam." But when he opened his eyes he saw Resnick. The wolf moved his hands around the tiger's chest.

“What just happened? How did you two-?" Was all Edwin could say as he came again inside Sam and when he opened his eyes they had swapped once again. This happened every time the tiger came, the two would swap places and Edwin was slowly losing his mind.

“Tell me, Edwin. Whose ass do you enjoy more?" Sam asked as he plunged himself on the tiger's dick.

Edwin wasn't sure how to answer as he leaned back into the wolf. Resnick rubbed up and down the tiger's chest to his stomach, while nuzzling up to the man. The sound of Sam slapping his ass against the tiger's waist as Edwin's cum covered both of them. He focused more and more on Sam as he fought the urge to cum.

“You're holding back. Do you not enjoy me anymore?" As Sam looked the tiger in the eye, pain could be seen behind the eyes.

As Edwin held back his response he looked closely at his companion's eyes and saw a faint red glow.

“What the, Sam! Your eyes, they're," Edwin tried to pull the coyote off his dick, but Resnick held his arms back. “Resnick this is serious Sam's eyes they're-!" Looking the wolf in the eyes Edwin say they also glowed the same red.

“Don't worry about that big guy just enjoy yourself," Resnick went in for a kiss, but Edwin shook him off.

“Get off me! You're not Resnick," He then shoved the coyote of him off his dick, nearly snapping it in half. “Or… Sam. Who are you?" He tried to contain the anger in his voice as he got up from the two men.

Edwin moved away from the two as he tried to remember how the night patrol went. He recalls the patrol was going normal. He and Ludwig were following up on where Resnick had gotten ambushed at, hoping to find something. That's when they were jumped by two hooded figures. A black wolf and a slim fox. After that he couldn't recall what happened next, no mater how hard he tried a sharp pain pierced his head as he tried to recall what happened after meeting them.

As he stumbled to the door, something tugged at his tail. Looking back, he saw Sam. Or at least a pale imitation. The two stood in silence as the tiger rested his hand on the door.

“Why are you leaving?" Was all the coyote asked, not even looking the tiger in the eye. Edwin just pushed the door harder, only making Sam pull on his tail harder. “This is the perfect fantasy for you, you get both men. So why are you leaving?"

“You're not them. You're not…him."

The coyote just let go of the tiger's tail allowing Edwin to leave. As he got further out a black-purple mist crept up on him, slowly wrapping around the tiger and trying to pull him back into the barracks. But, Edwin was determined to cut through the mist. As he got further in he saw the same hooded fox.

The fox gave Edwin a cheeky smirk before disappearing into the mist. Edwin reached out to grab the man, but the mist cleared up around him and he soon found himself in the same alley he last remembered with Ludwig passed out right beside him.

Epilogue

“It would seem that the situation is more dire than I expected," Commander Brigham's stern voice ran cold as he looked around the infirmary.

Both beds were occupided by both Ludwig and Garret with Boris looking over them. Russel laid in the corner tied up, being looked over by Sam and Resnick. The wolf had not said a word after learning the news of what his brother had done to his captain.

Edwin sat in a nearby chair as he tried to make sense of everything that had happened that night. He had just dragged an unconscious Ludwig with him. Sam and Resnick were in the middle of training when the sight of the two shocked them, but before either soldiers could say anything, Commander Brigham reared the corner dragging both Russel and Garret behind him.

Edwin did his best to recall what had happened to them. Through the entire explaination the Commander hadden't said a word, yet his eyes darted between Edwin's story and Russel's limp body but kept a close eye on the brothers.

“You said you met two hooded figures, correct. A black wolf and fox?"

“Yes, Commander!" Edwin tried to sit up, but a sharp pain spiked through his head. “I'm sorry I couldn't do more to stop them and feel into their trap."

The lion shook his head while holding up a paw.

“You did far more than any soldier in your position. You should feel proud," the lion then walked over to his ward. “To think someone so close was part of the Red-eyes…"

Brigham had found Russel in Garret's office using some strang spell on the captain. He was able to stop the wolf before he did anything to the white wolf, but unfornationally both men feel unconcouse and were unable to answer any questions. When the commander saw Edwin with Ludwig over his sholders, fire burned in his eyes.

Brigham eyes landed on Resnick. “It seems the Red-eyes have their sights on your unit." The lion made his way to the door, “I will send word to the capital to send in more reinforcements. When everything is settled down, I will take all of you to the capital to see why this unit is being targeted."