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Diplomatic Protection

T he first rays of dawn light was filtering in through the rain clouds as the sun began its rise on a new day over Westside Island and the walled city of New Mobotropolis, the pitter patter of raindrops against a glass window forced a blanket shrouded figure to stir from her slumber. Several feet away hung carefully over a simple manikin was the official uniform of a royal officer of the acorn army, the Blazer like top was primarily blue with small complimentary areas in red like the wide cuffs and collar with their gold buttons that held the royal coat of arms, the inside of the jacket had a red lining while a pocket for the carrying of documentation such as orders were located along the inside of the coat.

The gold lapel's that showed the pins of a Lieutenants rank in the form of a single golden pip on each lapel in form of a diamond shape stud with four crowns around a small acorn at the very centre, running through the left hand lapel a gold ceremonial cord looped around the pit of the arm and back up along the back shoulder as if in an endless cycle. Down the front eight buttons four on each side held a polished shine to them through only those on the right hand side where actually used to do the article of clothing up the other side where merely for decoration.

There was an absence of any uniform trousers or pants as some parts of Mobius would refer to them as, normally they would be blue just like the officers coat but with two vertical strips running along the outer leg on each side. Though few Officers an even fewer Rank and File actually had need for them what with most having their genitalia hidden internally, while in the case of female their fur or a coat of hair to cover such parts up.

In some cases though some races had their gender specific parts externally on show so for decency sake as well as protection they would be issued with appropriate leg ware, regardless of this Officers had the option of warring a red sash running diagonally form left to right or in this case a red belt over the coat with a gold buckle holding the Acorn Coat of Arms clearly stamped upon it like some badge of honour. At the base of the manikin was a pair of brown boots with black treads.

Lastly slung bed post was the black strap fastened to both ends of a red scabbard with a gold tips to either end, the sheathed sabres hilt was a golden basket guard that fitted perfectly to the grip which was no less elegant having been finished with blue dyed fish skin and gold plated copper wire in short it was the sort of weapon any officer worth their salt would possess.

** **** “UGHHNNN!"**

A female figure grumbled from beneath the covers of her blue blanket before slowly throwing it open then instantly wishing she hadn't as the cold air rushed into the until then warm cosy bed, a string of unlady like curses left her lips but none the less what was done was done so grudgingly she got up stretching to rid herself of any kinks in her body especially in her neck with loud unpleasant cracking sounds. Reaching over to her bed side cabinet she fished out a packet of cigarettes. Inside next to the white tubular sticks of poison was a cheap book of cardboard matches, slipping a cigarette into her lips she tore one the matches free as she dragged the red tip along the striking strip on the back of the case.

** **** “Mmmmmn!"**

She moans as she lights her cigarette before dragging back a long deep puff of smoke then headed towards the en-suite shower and toilet. The room was still slightly dark still but she knew the way by memory after so many years of the same routine every morning. It was one the privileges of being in the Diplomatic Department of the Royal Army, the closes anyone like her would get to membership in the Royal Guard while the mainstay Royal Army was mostly made up of bears something she sure as wasn't. With a yawn she looks up at the mirror on the wall rubbing the sleep from her eyes and looked at the reflection of the Hare looking right back at her.

** **** “You're a mess Solider!"**

She grumbled at herself running a hand through her closely cropped black hair but it refused to take on any semblance of tidiness though it was nothing a quick step in the shower and a firm brush wouldn't sort out. Save for a half asleep smile she flicked the stub of her cigarette into the toilet before stepping into the shower unit giving a yelp as she turned the circular tap on the wall. The cold water began to rain down upon her waking the Hare up rather sharply before coming through at amore hotter and preferred temperature.

** **** “Much better"**

She whispered to herself with a tender moan to her voice as her paw like hands began to wander about the golden brown fur of her body, she fidgeted slightly under the gentle spray of water when her fingers touched her breasts which in turn forced a slight moan to eascpe her muzzle.

At an average height of four foot three she wasn't the most muscular officer in the Royal Diplomatic Core or the R.D.C. as they were affectionately known as by the Diplomats they protected. Of course they also had the duty of protecting the diplomat's family as well. In her case she was in command of a squad of ten that consisted of nine Guards and one Sergeant who was an old wolf that many thought was just too long in the fang now to be much use, but having been once a resistance fighter that had allied with the original Knothole Freedom Fighters back in the days of the whole robotization thing that Dr Eggman had going on.

It was mostly due to this that no one these days had the heart to put the old warrior out to pasture as the old Wolf was just so stead fast stuck on the idea on only ever retiring when he was dead and buried, so he was put on Diplomatic Service Detail or Nurse Maid Duties as the rest of the Royal Army would refer to it as.

The Family her Squad had been assigned to was one of the Human diplomats of the Federation in this particular case from Station Square, they where a pleasant bunch unlike what she had heard about some of the Overlanders that dwelled there.

** **** “Damn it Trix!"**

She growled at herself, Overlanders tended to be a derogative term most Mobians used towards Humans but truth was their where two types, those who had been mutated proving to be a dangerous enemy and those who had Allied themselves with Acorn Kingdom. She would have to watch herself so that she didn't say such a thing aloud and offend those in her care; international incidents had been caused on things like that not to mention it would dishonour the uniform she wore. Shaking her head clear she began to review today's agenda in her head, one thing she liked about her wards was the constant unchanging routine that was observed.

It was so precise you could set your watch by it. Something the military both observed with one exception the Diplomats son who having just come of age a couple of days ago had started that whole rebellious phase.

She closes her dark brown eyes picturing the youth in every detail form his chestnut hair and hazel eyes that had that shine of youth in all its innocent naivety about them, she would gauge him to be about one foot eleven inches more than her own height.

He was kind of slim lacking much in the way of definition but in spite of this she had to admit if she woke up next to him, she for one wouldn't be quick to push him out of her bed.

Not that she would deliberately go out of her way to lure him breed with her for starters he was too young for her and lastly at thirty four she was far too old for him, even if she did want to seduce the young man she doubting that anything would come of any attempts on her part as he seemed so oblivious to females.

She had seen him ignore this beautiful young Vixen about his age with a figure the other males had fought over just for the chance to get their paws on her, but the Human had only see her as a friend. Trix guessed that's why the two got on so well rather than the Vixen just using him for sex or for gifts like she would with the Sons of other Diplomats and Dignitaries rather than the two of them developing a deep inseparable friendship.

So for a while the Hare had thought the young man was either just speciesist or into other male, the months had passed in which time this theory was proven wrong as Trix noticed his preference towards keeping company with Mobians more than his own race so racism could be ruled out of the equation.

As such she had labelled him being into males which didn't really bother her at all really after all each to their own and all that was what she had thought, her duty was to protect the young man not judge him. She had been a little concerned when he started hanging around a particular male pink Hedgehog who was well known for sleeping with just about any one male or female, rumours at the time of him being riddled with all manner of S.T.Ds was ripe amongst hushed conversations.

Her Human much to her relief turned out to be just friends with the guy and nothing else, though this did leave her somewhat in the dark about his sexual preferences for quite a while after that, these days people would refer to him as a strange but likeable sort of fellow.

To most of the Fathers and Mothers in the city the youth had become the sort of male they felt safe having around their precious daughters who in turn would given half the chance use him as an excuse to go out for a secret rendezvous with some male their parents would find less than favourable.

Remaining on this train of thought Trix considered this as both a liberty and a shame, in her opinion he was pretty handsome at least for a Human, she began wondering if all he really needed was just a push to help him along in the right direction.

Maybe even perhaps the push or guidance from an experienced female who could show him the pleasures that the female body could provide him, it was at this point her eyes suddenly shot wide open wondering just where that particular thought had come from, looking down she found one of her fingers on the verge of penetrating her own tight little vaginal entrance. She gulped deeply realising just how moist she was down their just as she suddenly felt her own digit slowly easing its way up inside of herself, giving off a deep moan she desperately tried to imagine someone else like maybe the great hero Mobius Sonic the Hedgehog, he was by all definition of the word incredibly handsome yet try as she might her mental image gradually returned back to that Human.

Only this time he was naked and had her back up against the tiles in the shower cubical with her thighs raised up over his hips, the youth was pounding into her deep, hard, filling her to the core with his pulsating organ. She could feel the burning need in her loins as she began to pant in sharp ragged breaths while her back presses up against the tiles giving more realism to her fantasy as her fingers where taken hilt deep through her hot quivering entrance making Trix clench her teeth tightly as the sensation sent her over the edge straight into a miniature orgasm.

** **** “Did I really..Pants*...just do...*pants*...that?"**

The Hare gasps her small breasts heaving heavily as she caught her breath a look of confusion playing across her face, she tried to make herself feel revulsion but deep down in the corner of her mind she revelled in the pleasure of what she'd just envisioned doing.

“Damn It! You Stupid Bitch! He's OFF Limits!"

She hissed at herself but small voice in the corner of her mind seemed to whisper back, 'He's a male you're a female, where's the problem? '

Easing her finger free she finished up with her shower before turning it off and stepping out to dry herself off cursing as she glared at her own reflexion as if was some perverted beast that needed to feel the business end of her sword. This seemed to help for now as she began to focus on her schedule for the day while brushing her teeth as if multitasking would occupy her mind from returning to her previous unwholesome train of thought.

It was a Friday so the Diplomats off spring would need to be escorted to the cities academy while the Wife would be taking tea with the wives of the other Diplomats which in itself tended to be just as formal as any of the actual diplomatic meetings that took place in the palace itself.

The young Daughter still being at that cute phase would need to be taken to the Kinder-Garden or Play School as some refer to it as, it was one the most secure buildings aside from the Palace itself that was intensely monitored especially for the children of diplomat and nobles so while their parents where about their duties the young would be secure.

The Centre was under the responsibility of the Royal Child Care Service headed up by a small force of nannies, each of whom looked as if they could hold their own against a whole army if they had to in order to keep their wards safe from harm; Trix truly pitied any one foolish enough to try anything stupid with one the children in their care.

** **** “Hmnnn! Just enough time to get dressed and catch some breakfast!"**

She announced to no one in particular as the sound of a bugle sounded from down in the parade ground playing 'Reveille', with few breaths to help focus herself she headed over to the manikin to get dressed, she never knew why she wore a bra her breasts were barely enough for a handful but probably not even that for a Human, this last thought made her think about the Ambassadors son again though this time his hands around her chest squeezing them while kissing down along the side of her neck.

** **** “Shit!"**

She snarled shaking the thought as clear from her head as she could as she wondered why after all this time she was thinking about something as wrong as this, but the thought remained with her somewhere deep in her mind kept alive by the tiny little voice whispering to her that she should take these thoughts further maybe even put them into action. With a few deep breaths she ignored it and fished out a small black sports bra from the chest of draws alongside one the walls before easing it up over her head then down into place, with a sigh she looks over to her uniform as if she was willing it to sudden appear upon her but of course it didn't, reaching over she began to finish getting dressed.

A few hours later that morning after some breakfast at the embassy staff canteen Trix had headed to the roofed court yard where her Squad stood at ease waiting for her, the old Wolf marched up to her stamping to attention his hobnailed boots ringing out across the parade ground as he popped up a salute with one of his paws which she returned just as sharply, his other paw held a swagger stick under his left arm a symbol of authority. All most thirty inches in length with a silver plated tip on one end and a silver plated ball that held the Royal Coat of Arms on the other, the shaft itself was a blue leather wrapped cane.

His uniform was similar to hers save for the golden cord as well as three black outlined white stripes on his red lapels and silver buttons instead of gold ones. On his left hip a simple looking yet still effective sabre. The swords guard had a silver plated curved oval was all that was there to protect the wielders hand, the grip was wrapped in a red dyed cord. In comparison the rest of the Squad all had the same uniform as the wolf with the exception of their buttons being brass along with the hilt of their swords, in addition to this their lapels where blue not red like his was while the grips of each of the soldiers swords where of a blue with a brass cord.

** **** “MA'AM! All in order and await your inspection MA'AM!"**

The old Wolf barked loudly falling into step several steps behind Trix as she began morning inspection, as normal she didn't find anything wrong but then again the males and females under her command had learned quickly not to do anything to earn their sergeants ire, except for one male a new member to her Squad that had been transferred over after her previous corporal had retired from active service; the new male had a button that hadn't been polished something that stood out quite clearly.

For the poor males troubles he received one of the old Wolfs famous screaming session that involved yelling in the soldiers ear seconds later the newbie was down on the ground being forced to do push ups for the rest of the inspection which could take up to a good thirty minuet from beginning to end. Personally she didn't like this but everything needed to be perfect and spotless after all they were just as much ambassadors themselves as the diplomats where form their home nations.

The new squad member would have to learn swiftly if he wanted to remain with them let alone retain the ability to hear out of both of ears. The rest of the morning inspection went off without a hitch, after the typical briefing of the same old routine for the day much of which had become all most second nature.

“With that said, Sergeant if you'd do the honours please?"

Trix mused turning to the old Wolf he gave another of his short curt nods before turning his attention to the three rows of three.

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“SQUAD!"

Upon this command all nine Mobian's tensed up in readiness.

** **** “SQUUUUAD 'SHUN!"**

A thunder of boots filled the courtyard as the nine privates came to full attention only for the Wolf to then bellow in a strong commanding tone.

** **** “TO YOUR LEFT IN THREES, LEEEEEEFT TURN!.....DISSMISSED!"**

With this the squad turned to their left as one, raising and bring their feet down hard against the paving stones followed swiftly by marching a few steps before causally walking off to their assigned duties. Save for the newest member of the squad who was receiving some advice on what he should have done to avoided being disciplined as he had, the Wolf was firm but a fair sergeant; there was no denying that it was because of this that they all respected him so much.

The rest of the day went by smoothly with the normal reports and request being put across her desk as the radio played at a reasonable volume in her office, which in itself was more akin to a study than anything but it served its purpose.

She didn't have much in the way of contact with anyone during the day unless something urgently needed her attention or one of her squad had messed up badly enough to be put on report and marched to her office.

But today it was peaceful if not completely uneventful save for the odd visit form the Ambassador himself who seemed to think she needed company. Trix would humour the man listen to the same jokes he would all ways use laughing on cue at just the right moment, he would offer her a drink which she would turn down due to being on duty it was pretty much a comfortable predictable routine that ran like clockwork, so much so that she would at time run on auto pilot her body knowing the mundane routine all too well.

The room itself had that old classic smell to it of antique wooden furniture and musty paper from the books on the shelves, it was a unique scent one that wasn't unpleasant but at the same time reminded her of a library or her younger days at school when she had been a little Kit so full of ideas of what she would be when she grew up, sometimes she missed those days.

A smile graced her lips as she looked around at the two suits of ancient armour standing either side of the door while along one wall stood a large grandfather clock it pendulum still swinging as it kept perfect time. Its constant tick tock sound sent her mind drifting, Trix soon found herself imagining that she was being roughly bent over her desk as the Ambassadors son parted her firm rear cheeks to wedges his thick erect length between them; his hips slapping noisily against her gradually picking up speed as he hot-dogged her.

His Human hands grasping roughly at her ears and pulling her head back with every upwards stroke of his body. The mental image made her loins burn with so much hunger that she had little choice than to slip one of her paws down between her thighs slowly pushing one then two of her digits up inside of herself, she could feel the way her own inner muscles griped and squeezed at her fingers as if trying to draw them in deeper.

** **** “UHNNNN!"**

Trix quietly moans as she grinds against herself her own palm, she began to imagine the youth easing away to line himself up with her tight little puckered opening then with one swift motion push up into her rear entrance forcing his way hilt deep as he plunders her depths like some bandit from the Bad Lands. Panting deeply the Hare arches her back her yes tightly closed as she thrust furiously against her own hand as pictured her fingers as the Youths man-hood slamming back and forth through her tight little tail hole.

** **** “D..DO IT CUM IN ME!"**

She snarled as if she was demanding her day dream lover to fill her bowls with his hot fertile cream, shaking wildly she stiffens the pressure building in her loins suddenly releasing as it engulfs her in a warm sense of self-worth. Panting deeply it takes her few moments to catch her breath while coming down from her after glow.

“CRAP!"

She gasped realising just how easily someone could have come in and caught her pleasuring herself, getting to her feet Trix adjusted her uniform her chest still heaving as she opens the window feeling the sudden cold breeze hit her fur cooling her flushed body.

Just a few minutes later a knocking came at her office, it opened as the Diplomat she was charged with protecting walked briskly in the she could smell on his scent something was troubling him which of course these days all ways meant his son, it was all was this above all else that would get him so riled up.

“Can I help you Mr Ambassador?"

She asked straightening her ears and looking up at the Male calmly, the man paced back'n'forth his fingers from one hand laced between those of another as he bit at his bottom lip, she waited for a while before headed over to one the cabinets. Opening it she pulls out a crystal decanter and pours out a glass of brandy for the man then closing the cabinet back up Trix made her way over to him.

** **** “SIP!"**

She commanded him; he did just that, in a few more seconds as the alcoholic beverage ran down his throat, into his stomach in small sipped amounts as his tone of voice sounded much more controlled and rational.

** **** “Thank You, Trixie"**

He then stopped blushed and spoke again remembering how much she hated her full first name being used, his voice full of unease at the possibility of ticking her off, she couldn't blame him though, Hares tended to have a bad reputation for drinking, whoring not to mention violence at the merest provocation.

** **** “My apologies Lieutenant O'Hare"**

The man gulped as he tried to read her firm poker face before giving up his attempts at trying to do so, after a few more sips he took a seat and began to lay out what was bothering him, his white robes of office splayed out around him.

** **** “It is my wayward son"**

He started something which made her sigh and take the seat opposite his.

** **** “He is out of control, out at all hours; it would not be so bad if it was with some nice girl or even a boy, though I dread if it where"**

The Diplomat started ignoring her expression of disgust at the last part, she often forgot just how even in the current modern era there were those who turned their noses up at the idea of same sex couples but at least this one was harmless and just ignorant.

** **** “The lord knows I have set him up with some of the finest young girls, just the other week I introduced him to this nice young Echidna; they hit off so wonderfully I even thought they were up to no good as lovers, only to find they where exchanging the histories of their people late into the night rather than bodily fluids."**

The man continued as Trix held back the urge to laugh, most fathers would be happy their child wasn't screwing about like Rabbits that was one stereotype that was true, though it was all ways the same with most dignitaries be they ambassadors or nobles. They all loved to arrange couplings between their off spring and that of others for the sake of political as well as diplomatic influence.

** **** “Maybe I can give him a push in the right direction?"**

She suggested before she could stop herself, the Ambassador looked at her for a moment and she wondered if he would take what she had just said the wrong way, though to be honest eve she wasn't sure of just how she had meant it herself.

** **** “Perhaps a more firm hand or paw rather is what that boy needs?"**

The Ambassador noted rubbing his chin thoughtfully before continuing his verbal train of thought.

** **** “I mean his mother does molly coddle the lad a tad too much these days and my duties keep me from giving him the attention a child of his age should have, maybe a stern hand is what the boy needs"**

Trix nodded as was probably expected of her despite the Humans thoughts not actually being those of her own, she was grateful that the oblivious nature of the Son was inherited from the Father as she doubted he would be to amused with her offering to mate with his child. Still this did offer some interesting possibilities for her. She now had ample reason to be alone with the young Human while at the same time earning the gratitude and good graces of someone in power was never a bad thing. Of course if things went south then the opposite would be just as true something the voice in the back of her mind made her clearly aware off, she watched the Ambassador finish his drink before placing it on the long table between the chairs. Its function was mostly to roll out maps and lay out plans during meetings with her superiors or with the lieutenants from other R.D.C. Squads when they needed to coordinate with each other during events such as diplomatic debates or other official meetings.

** **** “The wife and myself are dining at the Place as guests of the council of six as will the ambassadors from the other embassies"**

The Human began telling Trix what she already knew, the arrangements for event had been closely organised with the lieutenants of the other R.D.C. Squads during a meeting called by the Captain of the Diplomatic Protection Services and her superior officer. It had been frustrating meeting with the normal sets of ego's vying for recognition from the Captain, personally she did not like relinquishing her duty of care to the Royal Guard. While it was true they were the best of the best she did not like having to give up her responsibilities to anyone outside of the squad, it was a matter of pride more than anything else but much as it irked her to do so orders where orders.

** **** “We will be taking our daughter with us though my son will remain behind; his lack of interest in political relations has proved to be somewhat of an embarrassment."**

The Ambassador continued applying as much political spin to his words as he could, Trix doubted the male even realised he was doing it but she understood enough to know what he meant. The son just like his wife and someday even his daughter where merely political tools that as a Diplomat he could wield to further relations with representatives of other nations, as such it was of considerable importance to a diplomat just who their families socialized with or even could be seen to be speaking to. Right down to even the clothing worn by their spouse and children could be used to gain or lose political favour.

So the fact the Son had not wooed let alone slept with the daughters from the other embassies had lost him valuable opportunities to create contacts with embassies of other nations, what was worse was the fact he would socialize with any one he wanted to regardless of political consequences.

It was something Trix had to admit she really did admire this about the youth but then again she was a soldier not some politician, so she doubted her point of view was not a very good one when it came to politics and international relations.

** **** “I believe this would be an excellent time for the child to be given adequate educated, don't you agree?"**

The Man mused though the last part wasn't so much a question but more of a point of fact, finishing his drink and placing the glass upon the table. To late Trix realised he had just led her straight into a position where she could not really disagree without leaving herself open to loosing face not to mention the respect of her benefactor.

** **** “Your quite right sir"**

She replied trying to play it as neutral as possible, by replying in whatever way he expected her to even if her gut wanted to tell him he should just let his son be and the young man be what he wanted to be after all he was no longer a child any more he was by the law of the Acorn Kingdom of legal age.

** **** “Well it's time for me to get going, I do need to get ready"**

The Ambassador mused getting to his feet taking his leave then by the door with his hand on the door knob as he twists it slowly he pauses a moment saying softly in a tone that held no illusion he was being deadly serious.

** **** “If you need to happen then you are permitted to get a little rough with the lad, though do try not to leave any marks, I would really hate to have to try and explain it to his mother! One last thing should a softer more intimate means are required, I do hope you will be wise in using protection none of us wants any nasty unfortunate surprises. Either way which ever method that you employ please do try to be discrete for all our sakes"**

Then he was gone along with that deceptive air of seemingly passive nature that was so disarming, but he was obviously anything but, even now after all these years she could so easily forget just how manipulative he was as a political predator. The Ambassador was well adapt at what he did which made it that much more important to stay in his good graces. The Hare mauled over the Humans words carefully and shivered at just how cruel a Man he could be, he had given her carte blanche to beat his child until he submitted to how his Father wanted him to behave or if that would not work she also had the Ambassadors permission to use her body to sexually manipulate the young man into doing as he was told. She felt sick at how any parent would allow such a thing to happen to their own off spring and demand that if she did beat or sexual assault the youth that she was to make sure it remained hidden from public knowledge. True the idea that she had just been given the Fathers blessing to sleep with the youth filled her with a sense of elation, however at the same time it took some the wind from out of Trix's sails. She continued to sit their feeling somewhat unsure now as the voice that had been nagging her at the back of her mind had suddenly decided to finally shut up as if to give its consent, the one time she wanted her guilty conscious to start screaming at her it was actually agreeing with the lustful embers glowing in her loins waiting to burst into a blazing inferno again at any given moment. Looking up she watched her Squads Sargent padding on by, with a cough to clear and refresh her voice she called out to him in a firm commanding.

** **** “Sargent?"**

The old Wolf stopped mid step turning to look at Trix before walking over to the open door and popping up a salute to which she returned, she guessed he could smell her internal conflict on her scent as his tone seemed concerned.

** **** “Ma'am?"**

He asked softly his old eyes held the look of veteran warrior who may have seen far more than one person ever should in several life times, the rest of his features where stern like those of a hard core poker player impossible to read but his voice though gravely still held a strength to it she only hoped she had half off when she got to his age.

** **** “I want you arrange the squad into two groups for twelve hour passes to be use alternatively"**

She managed to keep her voice even or at least as much as she could, the old Sergeant gave a firm sharp nod and a respectful tone of voice.

“Ma'am, I'll get right on it"

Trix smiled gratefully bringing her paw up in a salute to dismiss the Wolf, she watched him leave closing the door as he left. A tremble ran through her body at the thought of what she intended to do, returning to her desk she opened one of the draws and began rummaging through the piles of documents; stationary before finding what she was looking for. It was a cardboard box the once the top was eased open revealing a row of long fat cigars and a box of matches, drawing one out she used her incisors to slice off the tips of each end of the cigar she eased it between her lips, striking a match. The smell of sulphur for a second reached her small little lagomorph nose making it twitch cutely as she sucked upon the cigar taking a lung full of the smoke while running the naked flame along the other end, gradually blowing now second hand smoke back out Trix savoured the flavour as well as the calming sensation she felt from smoking the large brown cancer stick.

** **** “I needed that"**

She sighed taking another deep drag easing the cigar from her lips and watching the embers at the lit end glow before slipping back to her muzzle, returning to her paper work she got her mind into gear while smoking that fat expensive cigar, her shoulders sagging slightly as she at the sizable uncaring pile of documents.

As the hours passed the tower of paper work began to sink as every now and then a young female hired as one of many clerks by the embassy collected the filled out documents so they could either by filed or sent to the appropriate departments in some case there where request forms that Trix had signed confirming or rejecting applications by those under her command for all manner of things, ranging from leave to items of new uniform.

Trix could not but help but consider the clerk a pretty looking Hedgehog with her crimson quills and green eyes; though she did reek horribly of perfume which to the Lieutenant could only mean she was trying to hide the scent of some male she was probably screwing round with during office hours. Had the young female been a Human she would not have even entertained the idea since they had this thing about trying to either disguise or change their scent, for what reasons they did took part in such a peculiar practice she had no idea but then again as long as it wasn't one of her guards she didn't really mind who the Hedgehog presented her tiny little rump to.

Meanwhile in the east wing of embassy the Ambassadors son was stretched out over his bed he wasn't particularly that tall or at least by general Humans standards, he was lithe in an elfish kind of way and while average height for his race; compared to most Mobians though that was still quite tall.

For the most part most of the adults he came into contact with tended to refer to him as a quire child though not as in having sexual urges towards those of the same gender but rather as a weird or quirky individual, personally he really didn't like being thought of like that at all. So what if he had turned down the advances from the daughters of other diplomats, he had no interest in being just another one of those tools or puppets that his father uses to gain influence with other Ambassadors or those Nobles.

But no instead he made friends and hung out with those he choose to, the rows he had with his father over the friends that did not fit into his old man's plans where numerous and frequent. In truth though there was only one female that caught Ryan's interest, though he did his best to hide it; Lieutenant O'hare was her name and in his eyes she was a goddess.

“Oh Lieutenant!"

He moans softly his hand starting to move faster along his sizable shaft, he remembered when he had first seen her as a Female rather than just a soldier; she had been practicing with her sabre, her movements and sheer confidence had captured his heart. True until recently he had been legally too young to consider pursuing her with the hopes of coupling with her but now that he was old enough at least by law he still hadn't been able to gather up the nerve to ask her out.

“UGHNNN!"

He gasps picking up speed as he began to undress her in his mind, he imagined her slowly crawling towards him on her hands and knees licking her muzzle as she reaches out to him gradually unzipping the front of his blue denim jeans, she dips her paw in to ease his length free. Slowly bending her head down he imagined he could feel her breath against the exposed tip, the mental image of her lips pursing together against the very end of his bulbous gland before easing him into her moist hot muzzle as she treats his member like it was one of the cigars she liked to smoke.

He could feel the intense pressure at the base of his man-hood reaching its peek as his breath came in short bursts, gritting his teeth Ryan bucks once then a second time as his eyes open and his warm stick seed erupts into one of his socks.

“Oh god…oh god"

He whispers between deep panted breaths, giving his member a few more strokes he eases himself free of the sock easing his zipper up after tucking himself away, with a contented sigh he leans back on his bed tossing his used sock under the bed making a mental note to soak it in bathroom sink later before throwing it in to the laundry basket.

Ryan felt so warm and fuzzy all most light headed from the afterglow he was experiencing, it was puzzling as the Lieutenant was the only one who got him feeling like this; only his closest friend had any idea of how he felt for the Hare. His friend however was a boy hungry Vixen by the name of Foxtail who given half the chance would sleep with half of the males of their age in the city. He would often help her out by letting her use him as an alibi so she could sneak out and rendezvous with pretty much a different male every other night, the Vixen tended to treat him like he was just ones one of the girls, Ryan was grateful for this though sometimes looking up at the ceiling he wondered if he would ever be able to tell the Lieutenant how he felt.

** **** “RYAN!...Ryan are you in there?"**

Came the voice of his father pounding on his bedroom door, looking around his room filled with gifts from his Parents in an attempt to make up for their lack of attention they showed him due to their duties Ryan searches for any incriminating evidence save for a photo there wasn't anything or at least that he could see. Scooping the photo up he pauses to look at it a soft smile about his lips, he had secretly taken of Trix leant over a railing smoking one of those cigars of hers; slipping this prized possession under his pillow he calls out.

“Come In?"

Ryan sighed rubbing his hand quickly against his short sleeved plain white t-shirt seconds before the door opened, his father looked down at him with the kind of expression one would have when they might have put something extremely sour in their mouth. Looking up at his parents grey blue eyes and oversized eyebrows that reminded Ryan of one over stuffed caterpillar chasing after another with the exact intentions of eating it alive.

“Why do you insist on dressing like one of those crass thugs from back home? You are the son of a Diplomat as such you should dress appropriately! I mean why won't you even try on those suits we had tailor made for you, they would be far more suitable?"

His Father grumbled at him like some disapproving school teacher lecturing one the students for coming to school waring something that wasn't part of the school uniform, swinging his feet around Ryan got to his feet as he made his way over to the wardrobe sliding the door along to reveal the expensive looking suits that to the youth looked they had where uniform hand me downs from some old war veteran.

“You don't want a son you want a drone that will look pretty and have no free will of his own, these clothes you had made where more for your political games"

Ryan shouted back at his father, he didn't mean to do that but his father had this way of getting under his skin.

“YOU UNGREATFUL WHELP, I OFFER YOU THE OPERTUNITY TO BETTER YOUR SELF AND YOU THROW IT BACK IN MY FACE!"

His Father bellowed raising a hand before stopping himself, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, when he speaks again it is in a restrained diplomatic tone of voice but his eye revealed his outrage and fury as he continues to speak.

"Why must you vex me so Ryan, can you not understand I have your best interests at heart?"

Ryan had stood his ground ready to take that blow swearing to himself if his Father did strike him then he would only do it the once, the youth wanted to say what his father had just said was a load of crap and all he wanted was to further his own interests; but Ryan tried to remain quiet not wanting to push his luck any further than he already had unfortunately he had left his mouth in cruise control.

“I did not ask to be born!"

This hit the father like a slap to the face and bit deep, Ryan regretted saying this the moment it left his lips as the pain in those yes made him feel as guilty sin, even I f it was true there where some truths you just didn't blurt out like that.

** **** “You may not have asked to be born into this life but the sooner you accept your role in it the better off you will be!"**

The Father sneered at him with a cold emotionless voice before turning on his heel and storming out, Ryan sighed slamming his wardrobe closed as hard as he could to take out his frustration on it. He was glad at least he would be home alone while the rest of his family went to that feast and sleep over at the castle, the food might have been spectacular having to rub elbows with so many others that where just like his Father filled him with dread that or his mother trying to hook him up with one of the available females now that would have been much worse. He still remembered how his Mother had tried setting him up with this Otter, she was extremely cute he had to admit that but the moment their Mothers had left them alone the Skunk had been all over him trying to drag Ryan onto the floor with the full intentions of initiating a unwanted sexual encounter with him.

Later he had found out it had all been pre planned to try and straighten him out, personally he didn't consider an attempt to forcibly mate with him against his will as being a good way of achieving that. If it hadn't been for Foxtail he'd probably be forced into a shotgun wedding, thankfully his friend had managed to pull the fire alarm that had saved his chastity. Foxtail had his back as always, treating his secrets as if they where her own secrets and vice versa. Easing out a locket on a thick leather cord from beneath his top he reads the engraving on the back 'Honorary Girl' before opening it. On the inside was a picture of Foxtail smiling at him, the locket was designed to resemble the left hand side of a flat acorn, his friend had the other side with a picture of him smiling out at her with 'Honorary Boy' written on the back of hers.

“Maybe I'll creep out when everyone's gone and hang out around her place for a while"

Ryan mused to himself contemplating his chances at beating her at Mobian Smash Fighters Eight, so far his track record was twenty five straight loses but he was playing the odds and was sure he would win at least once against her. Heading over to the TV he turned it on as a report was on about how the Great Hero, Sonic the Hedgehog was being sort by authorities for alleged sexual assault on some minor he had been entrusted with looking after, the picture switched from the news studio to house where an adult Mobian Rabbit was comforting her crying child while two Choa's floated above them looking concerned for the small lop eared Rabbit girl.

“So much for the great hero I guess"

Ryan gasped a little surprised and turning the sound up a bit more as the report went on to talk about how a Mobius wide Hedgehog hut was currently underway, the report went onto to tell of how this world renown hero had allegedly been sleeping with a pink hedgehog who had been a minor at the time while still dating Princess Acorn.

The report swiftly changed to an interview with some psychologist who droned on about the rigours of years of constant fighting and the stress that would accumulate combined with all the pressures of saving Mobius countless of times put onto any single person would force any sane person to seek an outlet for it.

There were more questions as well as explanations before returning to the original scene where the reporter concluded his News Report to the Camera and the viewers watching him live the reporter went onto talk about further allegations involving brutal violence against some two tailed Fox along with others the fugitive Hedgehog was accused of committing.

+as of so far the spokesman for the Royal Acorn Family has yet to comment upon these disturbing revelations, this is Barry Badger reporting for Mobius Media, live on scene handing you back to the studio with Juliet Swallow!+

With this Ryan turned the channel to find the 'The Fast and The Cool' an action movie based around one of Sonic the Hedgehog's adventures against Dr Eggman, finding this to be a bit in bad taste he turns the TV off shaking his head still a little stunned at the what he had just herd on the news. He felt a little haunted at the look of betrayal the Rabbit mother had in her tearful eyes, he wasn't sure how the authorities would do it but he hoped they did catch that Hedgehog. Part of him though hoped it was just another one of Dr Eggman's many plots to discredit Sonic but would even that mad overweight excuse for a man go this far to do that? With a sigh he turned towards the door and headed out eager to go mess about in his father's private study knowing just how much his old man hated Ryan doing that, a fact that made the youth want to do it even more just to act out in rebellion. It wasn't all that far down the corridor just a couple of minutes walk from his own room, stopping outside his father's study he could hear something strange.

With a sense of curiosity Ryan drops to one knee as he looks through the key hole and gasps in surprise, his mind went numb unable to process what he was seeing that or trying hard to deny what was happening inside the room.

** **** “OOOOOOOOOOOH MR JENKINS!"**

A crimson furred Hedgehog moaned loudly as she slowly bends over an old looking oak desk, her small tail standing up on end exposing herself to him, a orange skirt flipped up over her hips while her white panties pool around her ankles. Turning herself slightly she eases a an arm up to ease a hand around the back of the man's neck drawing him down until their lips met in a deep passionate kiss, mouths parted as both Human and Hedgehog leaned deeper into their oral embrace. Panting deeply she breaks their kiss allowing the Human to push her orange short sleeved top up over her head then down along her arms allowing it to act like a pair of handcuffs around her wrists, her ice blue bra clad breasts were pressed firmly against the hard surface of the desk making her moan as her swollen nipples began to poke through the thin material and rub against the unyielding surface.

Ryan's father struggled to scrunch up the front of his white robes of office bringing his erect member out on display before easing it up under her firm little bottom to what could only be her moist little entrance. Grasping one of her hips in one hand and guiding himself in with the other he gave a deep grunting sound as with one sudden thrust he penetrated her tight moist entrance.

An action that made the young female clerk give a deep intake of breath as he sank as far up into the crimson Hedgehog as her body would allow him, the Human grunted loudly with every slow deep stroke of his hips against her firm well rounded rear end. There was little if any concern for her comfort he roughly grasps at her shoulder drawing her back hard into each one of his thrusts with a loud brutish grunt to which her only reply was to issue forth small cute little whimpered cries.

** **** “NOT *pants* INSIDE! *pants* PLEASE, NOT *pants* INSIDE!"**

She squealed, her breaths coming in short ragged pants now, her eyes where tightly closed and her mouth wide open a she tried so hard to keep control of her own body but failing miserably. Ryan's father was faring no better as his teeth were gritted firmly, easing her up off of the desk so that his thick swollen shaft was the only thing keeping her falling onto the floor. The man showed little sign of slowing down as he bounced her small frame with such force her orange shoe clad feet kicked and twitched in response to every single jolt her body endured, gravity was not kind to her as the momentum forced her down so ferociously that a sudden cry sounded from the Hedgehogs lips as she sank down two more inches of his solid organ, the Humans bulbous end now pressing firmly up against her cervix.

A tear welled up and ran down the side of her face as she realised he had no intentions of pulling out despite her earlier plea for him to do so, she could have screamed at him to stop or even clamped her legs around him to try to keep him from moving so aggressively inside of her but she was enjoying it way too much to stop now.

“UGHNNNNNN!"

The Ambassador groaned one hand easing around to force her bra down under her breast which he swiftly began to squeeze as he bounced her roughly in pure ecstasy for a few more minutes before stumbling out of sight and sitting down on from what Ryan could tell must have been one of the old leather chairs with a loud climatic moan accompanied by an upset.

** “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? I SAID NOT INSIDE!"**

From the crimson quilled Hedgehog as Ryan pulled away from the door as he got to his feet shocked by what he had just seen, he could not believe he had been watching his own father being unfaithful to his mother like that. He found himself feeling conflicted as what to do, how to react other than to turn around and running back to his room shutting the door behind him. Sitting down on the floor with his back against the wall his mind raced desperately trying to rationalize what he had just seen, hours seemed fold in on each other as he just sat there unable to do anything but run over the scene over and over again as his own father cheated on his mother. What made things even worse was how he had felt so aroused watching his father cheat on his mother like that, Ryan sat like this his mind trying to rationalize what he had just seen but the more he tried the more he wondered just how long had his father been screwing around with other females while holding up the facade of being a loyal dutiful Husband and Father.

TO BE CONTINUED!....