Very Rough, zoofic.
My daughter is driving me absolutely BATTY at the moment. This is very rough, and utterly not what I'm supposed to be writing, but at least I AM writing.
Title: The Fuhrers Pack
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mustang x Mustang x Mustang.
Warning: Zoofic.
Mustang stretched and woke. One of his Rizamates snuggled against him, and for a moment her warmth was enough to make Mustang want to drift back to sleep, or possibly stir enough to mate, but then he caught a whiff of something he hadn't smelled in a very long time.
Instantly he jumped up, fingers ready to snap. Both of his Rizas stirred at this, and even the puppy let out a faint plaintive noise.
"What is it, sir?" asked the his hunting Riza. "I smell something… is it a rat?"
"No," said Mustang. "A Fuery." His heart pounded. A Fuery had infiltrated his command post! Mustang hadn’t smelled a Fuery since his puppy days, when his father kept one as part of the pack. The creature must have stood next to where they were sleeping very recently, because Fuerys hardly made any smell, and what little musk it did produce dissipated quickly. Fuerys weren't very strong fighters, they relied on their ability to run away and hide to prevent predators from eating them. They were however very stealthy, curious creatures, and excellent spies for a Mustang pack.
Was this Fuery unattached and just following his natural curious instincts to check out Mustang's command post? Or was it already mated to another mustang, who had ordered it to scout out HIS territory, perhaps in preparation for an invasion. Either way, he had to hunt it down quickly and interrogate it. If was unattached, it would make a good mate. If was already mated, then he would kill it and feed it to his pack.
"Rizamate come with me, we need to hunt it quickly. Other-rizamate, protect the puppy." Both Riza's nodded. They were accustomed to their duties. Although they were the same species, their personalities were a little different. When Mustang had first seduced them, they were a mated pair, and one of the Rizas had already established herself as the protector, and the other as the nurturer for their young.
"Is it dangerous?" asked Riza.
"If it brings back reconnaissance about our command post to its Mustang, we could face an attack. We must get it before it can report in!"
"Understood, sir."
Mustang and Riza quickly left their post in a cave hidden by brush and saplings. They followed the smell up the hill. At times it grew faint, but whenever Mustang thought he'd lost track of it, a small amount of searching brought it back.
"Strange," said Riza. "It's almost as if it wants us to chase it."
Mustang stiffened. "It does! Back to the command post!" His heart beat hard. Yes, a perfect strategy, lure away the fighters from the post, and then attack the weaker members within.
Mustang's heart sank when he saw the bushes in front of the cave trampled down. He didn't smell blood, but the area at the entrance to the cave positively reeked of havocs. He barreled through the brush, fingers ready to snap. It was a trap, he knew, but he had to protect his mate and his pup. "Stay outside and watch my back," he ordered Riza, and then he ducked into the cave.
Sure enough, as soon as he entered his command post, they were on him. He was able to let off one wild snap that did little but singe a havoc before the intruders grabbed his hands and pried his glove pelts off. The fight that followed was one-sided. There were simply too many of them for him to fend off. Soon three havocs had him pinned belly down to the ground, and a fourth havoc sat on his back, and licking his neck and ears in a mockery of mating. He felt it's teeth lightly graze his skin every time he moved.
Mustang sniffed the air trying to get some idea of the situation. There were so many havocs they overwhelmed any other scents. Mustang couldn't smell his puppy or Riza, and worse he couldn't hear them either. "Riza!" he called out. "Pup!" He tried to squirm away from the havocs that held him.
"Your pack has already been captured, mustang," said one of the havocs. "Settle down or I will bite you."
He didn't smell the rival mustang. Nor did he smell any blood. There was hope: If he could seduce these havocs, he could possibly convince them to give him back his mate and pup. Mustang concentrated to produce the most powerful leadership scent he could.
The havoc holding his wrists sniffed the air, then leaned forward to lick his forehead with a tentative tongue. The one on his back withdrew it's teeth and went back to licking him. "Join me," said Mustang. "Be part of my pack and I'll be good to you!"
"He smells like a strong leader," said one of the havocs. "The Fuhrer will be happy with us."
Before Mustang could puzzle out what the havoc meant by that, he heard he heard his hunting Riza cry out and a gunshot rang through the air. Mustang tried to rise up to go to his remaining mate's aid, but the havocs tightened their grip, and the one on his back nipped him threateningly. The noise died down quickly and then silence, except for Mustang's heavy breathing.
Mustang recognized defeat. "I surrender. I cede my territory. Allow me to take my pack and go."
A dark silhouette blocked the light at the cave's entrance. "Your mates are with us," came a steady confident voice. Mustang smelled the leadership scent wafting from it. Another mustang. "They and your pup are being taken back to our post."
Mustang's heart sank. The reality of the situation began to sink in: in the course of a single morning he'd lost post, pack and pup - everything he held dear. Poaching another pack's mates was not unheard of, and Rizas were prized by all mustangs. The puppy would be eaten, naturally. The best he could hope for was that they'd drive him out and he would live to start over, in a new unfamiliar territory. This was disaster, complete and utter disaster.
"Secure him," said the mustang, and to Mustang's surprise they pried off his coat pelt and used it to bind his hands together.
As the mustang moved towards him, Mustang noticed that it still wore a cadet's pelt. His face burned with humiliation. To be out-thought, out-packed and defeated by a mere adolescent, how could it happen? Mustang belatedly tried to struggle again, but only earned a couple more nips from the havoc's for his efforts.
"I cede," said Mustang, his voice choking. "Let me live and I won't challenge your territory."
The cadet sniffed the air. "I still smell your leadership scent, you were trying to lure my havocs into following you. How can I tell your surrender is genuine? Show me some proper submission, and I'll consider it."
Mustang hitched in a breath. Surely that pup didn't mean for him to…
Mustang smelled a change in the Cadets scent, the leadership musk was still heavy, but in addition he could smell the sweeter, more seductive odor of his mating scent. This was utter humiliation, but there was nothing to do for it. Mustang lowered his chin to the smooth packed earth he ceased putting out his leadership scent. putting out his mating scent instead, the way he would have if he'd been caught by a larger, stronger predator. He wiggled his hips suggestively, as best he could under the weight of the Havoc. The Cadet smiled with approval.
With so many mates at his disposal, the Cadet would not actually want to have sex with Mustang. But by making Mustang do his mating dance, he made sure to rub it in that Mustang was weak prey, with no defenses left but the ability to sexually please. The Cadet was thin and not particularly physically imposing, and his leadership scent was weaker than Mustang's own. Why were the havocs so loyal to such a strapling and so resistant to his own charms?
Almost in answer to Mustang's unspoken question, a SECOND mustang entered the cave. This mustang wore Major's stripes, just like Mustang himself.
Mustang gaped. Two mustangs working together? This was unheard of! Was the Cadet the other's pup? No impossible. The Major was no older than Mustang. Were they siblings perhaps? But that made no sense either, since once a Mustang lost its civilian pelt, they became territorial and competed for mates.
Dazed and confused Mustang could only lie still, while the Cadet and the Major approached each other, and exchanged a friendly salute. "He is healthy, sir," said the Cadet. "Fit and ready for duty."
The Major approached him and looked down. He sniffed the air and smiled. "I see you are showing good sense." Turning to the havocs he barked out, "Soldiers, outside, guard the entrance."
Abruptly the weight was off Mustang's back and his hands and legs were released. He quickly scrambled into a defensive ball and pressed his back against the cave wall.
The Major approached him again, kneeling in front of Mustang, he put both gloved hands on Mustang's shoulders and sniffed his ear. "Is all the fight truly out of you?" asked the Major. "Do you surrender?"
"Yes, sir. " for now Mustang thought. His pup may be lost, but he still had hopes of stealing back his rizas. If they let him go, he vowed he'd hunt down their pack on his own terms and get his rizas back.
"Excellent. We will take you to the Fuhrer. You'll make a good addition to the Pack."
Mustang couldn't believe his ears. They meant him to join their pack? Why on earth would he do such a thing. It was one thing to admit defeat in battle, it was another to let another mustang dominate him on a day to day basis.
"I refuse," said Mustang and pulled at his wrists, attempting to free them from his pelt. "I will leave this territory, but I will not become part of your pack. Why would you want me in your pack anyway? I can't produce puppies with you, and I might steal your mates."
The Major laughed. "But there are bigger things than mates and puppies and your five square miles of territory, soldier. The Fuhrer is building an army, and he wants you to be part of it. Your mates and your pup will be hostage to your good behavior. If you prove your loyalty and allegiance to the Fuhrer you will earn them back, along with territory."
They weren't going to kill his pup? He might get back his mates? Even his territory? Mustang froze with amazement. Why on earth would these strange mustangs do that?
"My pup is alive?" he finally asked.
"Yes," said the Major. "It will be raised to love the Fuhrer and be a good and loyal soldier. Eventually, it will grow to defend and expand the Fuhrer's territory."
Mustang gaped in disbelief.
"Imagine, soldier," the Major continued, "All mustangs living in peace and safety, and never competing with each other. Eventually all the woods shall our territory, and our predators will be driven off or distroyed, our prey will belong only to us, and all our puppies and mates will grow healthy and fat. That is the Fuhrer's promise, that is his vision. Our army is already twenty mustangs strong, all working together in harmony for the Fuhrer's goal."
Mustangs not competing with each other? No predators? No fighting over territory? It was a tantalizing prospect.
"You will join the Fuhrers pack or you will die," said the Major. "Which do you choose?" To emphasize the point the Major brought his fingers up next to Mustang's nose.
"I will join your pack." I have no choice.
The Major smiled and exuded a combination of both his scents. Mustang could tell he was a strong and virile leader. The look on his face was expectant. Mustang lowered his eyes Mustang put out his mating scent and just as he'd done earlier with the Cadet. The Major waited and Mustang did his mating dance. He lowered his nose to the floor and wiggled his rear end in a display of mating availability. The only good thing about the position is that it largely hid the shame on his face.
He felt a sudden tug on his pelt and jerked his head up to see the Major ripping his bars off his shoulders. "What?"
"You have no rank except what the Fuhrer gives you," the Major explained. "Age itself does not make you a leader, only your efforts in His behalf. As of now you are lower ranked than even the Cadet, and so you must submit to what either of us tell you to do. Do you accept this Dog?"
What was there to say other than "Yes." Mustang put his head back to the smooth ground. He was being degraded again.
Mustang felt a tug on his pelt again and jerked to kneeling position. "What --?" He looked at the Cadet who continued to run his hands over Mustang's pelt, tugging and pulling his pants gave way. They didn't mean to - what would be the point?
But they did. The major was already drawing the array to produce the oil needed to make a mating more comfortable.
"There can be no puppies," said Mustang,
"The point isn't puppies, it's about establishing dominance," said the Major. "Do you submit? Completely?"
"Yes," said Mustang. It would be ridiculous to put up a fuss over something like this. He breathed in their mating scent, amazed by the way it made him feel. It felt a bit strange to be seduced by one of his own kind, but he had to admit, that yes indeed, mustangs did smell very sexy, and they looked quite attractive. Mustang realized that he was wiggling his rear end unconsciously, and that his groin had grown heavy in anticipation.
The Major chuckled. "It's not so hard is it?"
Mustang shook his head, no.
"Cadet, I get this end." He patted Mustang's rear lightly. The Cadet nodded. Mustang relaxed and let them dictate what they wanted. His head was beginning to swim from all the musk, and when the Cadet pushed him so that he was kneeling, his face was flushed with desire rather than embarrassment. Mustang let out a little whine of pleasure as he felt the two mustangs rub their hands over his flesh. The Cadet stroked his belly and his chest. The Major took a lower path, smoothing oil over his cock and between his buttocks. When the majors fingers stroked the muscle around his anus, Mustang automatically pushed back in an attempt to force a penetration.
The Major growled. "Be still, pup. I will take you in due time. Submit." Disappointed Mustang held still and waited for an achingly long time while the Major held his hips. The Cadet also waited, stroking himself casually, until the Major grunted "resume."
Mustang let out a louder whine when the Major's fingers finally did slide in, but he held himself still, despite his itch for further stimulation. After a year of being dominant and taking his mates in whichever way he preferred at the pace that pleased him best, it took quite a bit of will power to hold his body in check and wait for another's permission.
Still it felt very good. The Cadet stroked his face, and Mustang opened his mouth to the fingers that pressed against his lips. He watched the Cadet's eyes drift close with pleasure as Mustang sucked and licked each finger he was presented. Finally the Major put a hand on Mustang's back pushing him forward onto his forearms and knees in preparation for the mating itself.
Mustang felt the soft head of the Cadets cock rub against his nose. Submissively he opened his mouth, and the Cadet pushed in. Almost simultaneously he felt the Major press into him from behind. It took some will power to hold still and give in completely to the two of them. The Major's thrusts pushed him forward and the Cadet deeper into his mouth. At times they pushed simultaneously so that Mustang felt truly pinned between them, and then they withdrew, giving him a moment's relief. Other times they alternated so that he felt as if he was being passed between them. It was a very different experience from mating with his rizas, rougher, and a bit painful, but still quite pleasurable.
The Cadet's fingers twisted in his hair, and Mustang realized he was close to coming. He tried to withdraw but the Cadet just tightened his hold. A moment later his mouth was filled with it's semen. "Swallow," the cadet ordered, as Mustang attempted to spit out both the organ and the seed.
"Do as you are ordered, soldier," said the Major. Reluctantly, Mustang swallowed around the softening cock. The Cadet hissed and pulled out.
The Major continued to thrust a bit longer but soon he too tightened his grip on Mustang and bent forward across his back. "Good soldier," he said, sliding out and patting Mustangs rump.
Mustang, still hard, let out a whine. "I'm not," he said. "I haven't - I need -"
The Cadet and the Major exchanged looks. "You can take care of yourself soldier. Go ahead."
Once again Mustang flushed. This was rude. He'd never left one of his riza's to masturbate after he'd finished using her. But then he'd mated his riza's for puppies and connectedness, not for dominance. If he didn't cooperate these mustangs would burn him to a crisp.
He rocked back into a sitting position, hissing a little as his tender backside pressed against the cold hard earth. His hands were still awkwardly bound up in his coat pelt, but he could still wrap one of his hands around his cock. Moving both arms at once he was able to awkwardly masturbate himself.
The Cadet and the Major watched him, making occasional comments on the fineness of his muscles, and the color of his face. The comments and the continued staring were rather off putting, and Mustang found himself struggling to reach orgasm.
"Maybe it doesn't want to come," said the Major after a few minutes. "Perhaps we should just move out."
"No!" whined Mustang. He was close. If they were to stop him now it would really hurt. "Please a bit more!"
"Very well," said the Major. "Continue."
Mustang pushed his oiled cock through the circle of his tightly fisted hand a few times and finally came. His sperm falling uselessly on the ground between his legs.
Feeling a bit dazed from his orgasm, Mustang didn't resist as the Major pulled him up to a stand, and the Cadet straightened out his pelt. He staggered out of the cave feeling very used and small.
"Fall in," called the Major to the havocs. "It's time to head back."
"Where are we going?" asked Mustang.
"To see the Fuhrer," said the Major. "Don't be unhappy, soldier," he continued in a more conciliatory voice. "Once you accept your place, you will find it is good to be part of an army."
The havocs surrounded Mustang, two taking either elbow and making it very clear that any attempt at escape would be futile. He was part of their pack now, whatever that meant.
As they treaded their way through the underbrush, Mustang was able to take one last look back at his empty, abandoned command post. Then it was hidden by twigs and leaves. He looked forward and followed the mustangs to a new, uncertain future.
Title: The Fuhrers Pack
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mustang x Mustang x Mustang.
Warning: Zoofic.
Mustang stretched and woke. One of his Rizamates snuggled against him, and for a moment her warmth was enough to make Mustang want to drift back to sleep, or possibly stir enough to mate, but then he caught a whiff of something he hadn't smelled in a very long time.
Instantly he jumped up, fingers ready to snap. Both of his Rizas stirred at this, and even the puppy let out a faint plaintive noise.
"What is it, sir?" asked the his hunting Riza. "I smell something… is it a rat?"
"No," said Mustang. "A Fuery." His heart pounded. A Fuery had infiltrated his command post! Mustang hadn’t smelled a Fuery since his puppy days, when his father kept one as part of the pack. The creature must have stood next to where they were sleeping very recently, because Fuerys hardly made any smell, and what little musk it did produce dissipated quickly. Fuerys weren't very strong fighters, they relied on their ability to run away and hide to prevent predators from eating them. They were however very stealthy, curious creatures, and excellent spies for a Mustang pack.
Was this Fuery unattached and just following his natural curious instincts to check out Mustang's command post? Or was it already mated to another mustang, who had ordered it to scout out HIS territory, perhaps in preparation for an invasion. Either way, he had to hunt it down quickly and interrogate it. If was unattached, it would make a good mate. If was already mated, then he would kill it and feed it to his pack.
"Rizamate come with me, we need to hunt it quickly. Other-rizamate, protect the puppy." Both Riza's nodded. They were accustomed to their duties. Although they were the same species, their personalities were a little different. When Mustang had first seduced them, they were a mated pair, and one of the Rizas had already established herself as the protector, and the other as the nurturer for their young.
"Is it dangerous?" asked Riza.
"If it brings back reconnaissance about our command post to its Mustang, we could face an attack. We must get it before it can report in!"
"Understood, sir."
Mustang and Riza quickly left their post in a cave hidden by brush and saplings. They followed the smell up the hill. At times it grew faint, but whenever Mustang thought he'd lost track of it, a small amount of searching brought it back.
"Strange," said Riza. "It's almost as if it wants us to chase it."
Mustang stiffened. "It does! Back to the command post!" His heart beat hard. Yes, a perfect strategy, lure away the fighters from the post, and then attack the weaker members within.
Mustang's heart sank when he saw the bushes in front of the cave trampled down. He didn't smell blood, but the area at the entrance to the cave positively reeked of havocs. He barreled through the brush, fingers ready to snap. It was a trap, he knew, but he had to protect his mate and his pup. "Stay outside and watch my back," he ordered Riza, and then he ducked into the cave.
Sure enough, as soon as he entered his command post, they were on him. He was able to let off one wild snap that did little but singe a havoc before the intruders grabbed his hands and pried his glove pelts off. The fight that followed was one-sided. There were simply too many of them for him to fend off. Soon three havocs had him pinned belly down to the ground, and a fourth havoc sat on his back, and licking his neck and ears in a mockery of mating. He felt it's teeth lightly graze his skin every time he moved.
Mustang sniffed the air trying to get some idea of the situation. There were so many havocs they overwhelmed any other scents. Mustang couldn't smell his puppy or Riza, and worse he couldn't hear them either. "Riza!" he called out. "Pup!" He tried to squirm away from the havocs that held him.
"Your pack has already been captured, mustang," said one of the havocs. "Settle down or I will bite you."
He didn't smell the rival mustang. Nor did he smell any blood. There was hope: If he could seduce these havocs, he could possibly convince them to give him back his mate and pup. Mustang concentrated to produce the most powerful leadership scent he could.
The havoc holding his wrists sniffed the air, then leaned forward to lick his forehead with a tentative tongue. The one on his back withdrew it's teeth and went back to licking him. "Join me," said Mustang. "Be part of my pack and I'll be good to you!"
"He smells like a strong leader," said one of the havocs. "The Fuhrer will be happy with us."
Before Mustang could puzzle out what the havoc meant by that, he heard he heard his hunting Riza cry out and a gunshot rang through the air. Mustang tried to rise up to go to his remaining mate's aid, but the havocs tightened their grip, and the one on his back nipped him threateningly. The noise died down quickly and then silence, except for Mustang's heavy breathing.
Mustang recognized defeat. "I surrender. I cede my territory. Allow me to take my pack and go."
A dark silhouette blocked the light at the cave's entrance. "Your mates are with us," came a steady confident voice. Mustang smelled the leadership scent wafting from it. Another mustang. "They and your pup are being taken back to our post."
Mustang's heart sank. The reality of the situation began to sink in: in the course of a single morning he'd lost post, pack and pup - everything he held dear. Poaching another pack's mates was not unheard of, and Rizas were prized by all mustangs. The puppy would be eaten, naturally. The best he could hope for was that they'd drive him out and he would live to start over, in a new unfamiliar territory. This was disaster, complete and utter disaster.
"Secure him," said the mustang, and to Mustang's surprise they pried off his coat pelt and used it to bind his hands together.
As the mustang moved towards him, Mustang noticed that it still wore a cadet's pelt. His face burned with humiliation. To be out-thought, out-packed and defeated by a mere adolescent, how could it happen? Mustang belatedly tried to struggle again, but only earned a couple more nips from the havoc's for his efforts.
"I cede," said Mustang, his voice choking. "Let me live and I won't challenge your territory."
The cadet sniffed the air. "I still smell your leadership scent, you were trying to lure my havocs into following you. How can I tell your surrender is genuine? Show me some proper submission, and I'll consider it."
Mustang hitched in a breath. Surely that pup didn't mean for him to…
Mustang smelled a change in the Cadets scent, the leadership musk was still heavy, but in addition he could smell the sweeter, more seductive odor of his mating scent. This was utter humiliation, but there was nothing to do for it. Mustang lowered his chin to the smooth packed earth he ceased putting out his leadership scent. putting out his mating scent instead, the way he would have if he'd been caught by a larger, stronger predator. He wiggled his hips suggestively, as best he could under the weight of the Havoc. The Cadet smiled with approval.
With so many mates at his disposal, the Cadet would not actually want to have sex with Mustang. But by making Mustang do his mating dance, he made sure to rub it in that Mustang was weak prey, with no defenses left but the ability to sexually please. The Cadet was thin and not particularly physically imposing, and his leadership scent was weaker than Mustang's own. Why were the havocs so loyal to such a strapling and so resistant to his own charms?
Almost in answer to Mustang's unspoken question, a SECOND mustang entered the cave. This mustang wore Major's stripes, just like Mustang himself.
Mustang gaped. Two mustangs working together? This was unheard of! Was the Cadet the other's pup? No impossible. The Major was no older than Mustang. Were they siblings perhaps? But that made no sense either, since once a Mustang lost its civilian pelt, they became territorial and competed for mates.
Dazed and confused Mustang could only lie still, while the Cadet and the Major approached each other, and exchanged a friendly salute. "He is healthy, sir," said the Cadet. "Fit and ready for duty."
The Major approached him and looked down. He sniffed the air and smiled. "I see you are showing good sense." Turning to the havocs he barked out, "Soldiers, outside, guard the entrance."
Abruptly the weight was off Mustang's back and his hands and legs were released. He quickly scrambled into a defensive ball and pressed his back against the cave wall.
The Major approached him again, kneeling in front of Mustang, he put both gloved hands on Mustang's shoulders and sniffed his ear. "Is all the fight truly out of you?" asked the Major. "Do you surrender?"
"Yes, sir. " for now Mustang thought. His pup may be lost, but he still had hopes of stealing back his rizas. If they let him go, he vowed he'd hunt down their pack on his own terms and get his rizas back.
"Excellent. We will take you to the Fuhrer. You'll make a good addition to the Pack."
Mustang couldn't believe his ears. They meant him to join their pack? Why on earth would he do such a thing. It was one thing to admit defeat in battle, it was another to let another mustang dominate him on a day to day basis.
"I refuse," said Mustang and pulled at his wrists, attempting to free them from his pelt. "I will leave this territory, but I will not become part of your pack. Why would you want me in your pack anyway? I can't produce puppies with you, and I might steal your mates."
The Major laughed. "But there are bigger things than mates and puppies and your five square miles of territory, soldier. The Fuhrer is building an army, and he wants you to be part of it. Your mates and your pup will be hostage to your good behavior. If you prove your loyalty and allegiance to the Fuhrer you will earn them back, along with territory."
They weren't going to kill his pup? He might get back his mates? Even his territory? Mustang froze with amazement. Why on earth would these strange mustangs do that?
"My pup is alive?" he finally asked.
"Yes," said the Major. "It will be raised to love the Fuhrer and be a good and loyal soldier. Eventually, it will grow to defend and expand the Fuhrer's territory."
Mustang gaped in disbelief.
"Imagine, soldier," the Major continued, "All mustangs living in peace and safety, and never competing with each other. Eventually all the woods shall our territory, and our predators will be driven off or distroyed, our prey will belong only to us, and all our puppies and mates will grow healthy and fat. That is the Fuhrer's promise, that is his vision. Our army is already twenty mustangs strong, all working together in harmony for the Fuhrer's goal."
Mustangs not competing with each other? No predators? No fighting over territory? It was a tantalizing prospect.
"You will join the Fuhrers pack or you will die," said the Major. "Which do you choose?" To emphasize the point the Major brought his fingers up next to Mustang's nose.
"I will join your pack." I have no choice.
The Major smiled and exuded a combination of both his scents. Mustang could tell he was a strong and virile leader. The look on his face was expectant. Mustang lowered his eyes Mustang put out his mating scent and just as he'd done earlier with the Cadet. The Major waited and Mustang did his mating dance. He lowered his nose to the floor and wiggled his rear end in a display of mating availability. The only good thing about the position is that it largely hid the shame on his face.
He felt a sudden tug on his pelt and jerked his head up to see the Major ripping his bars off his shoulders. "What?"
"You have no rank except what the Fuhrer gives you," the Major explained. "Age itself does not make you a leader, only your efforts in His behalf. As of now you are lower ranked than even the Cadet, and so you must submit to what either of us tell you to do. Do you accept this Dog?"
What was there to say other than "Yes." Mustang put his head back to the smooth ground. He was being degraded again.
Mustang felt a tug on his pelt again and jerked to kneeling position. "What --?" He looked at the Cadet who continued to run his hands over Mustang's pelt, tugging and pulling his pants gave way. They didn't mean to - what would be the point?
But they did. The major was already drawing the array to produce the oil needed to make a mating more comfortable.
"There can be no puppies," said Mustang,
"The point isn't puppies, it's about establishing dominance," said the Major. "Do you submit? Completely?"
"Yes," said Mustang. It would be ridiculous to put up a fuss over something like this. He breathed in their mating scent, amazed by the way it made him feel. It felt a bit strange to be seduced by one of his own kind, but he had to admit, that yes indeed, mustangs did smell very sexy, and they looked quite attractive. Mustang realized that he was wiggling his rear end unconsciously, and that his groin had grown heavy in anticipation.
The Major chuckled. "It's not so hard is it?"
Mustang shook his head, no.
"Cadet, I get this end." He patted Mustang's rear lightly. The Cadet nodded. Mustang relaxed and let them dictate what they wanted. His head was beginning to swim from all the musk, and when the Cadet pushed him so that he was kneeling, his face was flushed with desire rather than embarrassment. Mustang let out a little whine of pleasure as he felt the two mustangs rub their hands over his flesh. The Cadet stroked his belly and his chest. The Major took a lower path, smoothing oil over his cock and between his buttocks. When the majors fingers stroked the muscle around his anus, Mustang automatically pushed back in an attempt to force a penetration.
The Major growled. "Be still, pup. I will take you in due time. Submit." Disappointed Mustang held still and waited for an achingly long time while the Major held his hips. The Cadet also waited, stroking himself casually, until the Major grunted "resume."
Mustang let out a louder whine when the Major's fingers finally did slide in, but he held himself still, despite his itch for further stimulation. After a year of being dominant and taking his mates in whichever way he preferred at the pace that pleased him best, it took quite a bit of will power to hold his body in check and wait for another's permission.
Still it felt very good. The Cadet stroked his face, and Mustang opened his mouth to the fingers that pressed against his lips. He watched the Cadet's eyes drift close with pleasure as Mustang sucked and licked each finger he was presented. Finally the Major put a hand on Mustang's back pushing him forward onto his forearms and knees in preparation for the mating itself.
Mustang felt the soft head of the Cadets cock rub against his nose. Submissively he opened his mouth, and the Cadet pushed in. Almost simultaneously he felt the Major press into him from behind. It took some will power to hold still and give in completely to the two of them. The Major's thrusts pushed him forward and the Cadet deeper into his mouth. At times they pushed simultaneously so that Mustang felt truly pinned between them, and then they withdrew, giving him a moment's relief. Other times they alternated so that he felt as if he was being passed between them. It was a very different experience from mating with his rizas, rougher, and a bit painful, but still quite pleasurable.
The Cadet's fingers twisted in his hair, and Mustang realized he was close to coming. He tried to withdraw but the Cadet just tightened his hold. A moment later his mouth was filled with it's semen. "Swallow," the cadet ordered, as Mustang attempted to spit out both the organ and the seed.
"Do as you are ordered, soldier," said the Major. Reluctantly, Mustang swallowed around the softening cock. The Cadet hissed and pulled out.
The Major continued to thrust a bit longer but soon he too tightened his grip on Mustang and bent forward across his back. "Good soldier," he said, sliding out and patting Mustangs rump.
Mustang, still hard, let out a whine. "I'm not," he said. "I haven't - I need -"
The Cadet and the Major exchanged looks. "You can take care of yourself soldier. Go ahead."
Once again Mustang flushed. This was rude. He'd never left one of his riza's to masturbate after he'd finished using her. But then he'd mated his riza's for puppies and connectedness, not for dominance. If he didn't cooperate these mustangs would burn him to a crisp.
He rocked back into a sitting position, hissing a little as his tender backside pressed against the cold hard earth. His hands were still awkwardly bound up in his coat pelt, but he could still wrap one of his hands around his cock. Moving both arms at once he was able to awkwardly masturbate himself.
The Cadet and the Major watched him, making occasional comments on the fineness of his muscles, and the color of his face. The comments and the continued staring were rather off putting, and Mustang found himself struggling to reach orgasm.
"Maybe it doesn't want to come," said the Major after a few minutes. "Perhaps we should just move out."
"No!" whined Mustang. He was close. If they were to stop him now it would really hurt. "Please a bit more!"
"Very well," said the Major. "Continue."
Mustang pushed his oiled cock through the circle of his tightly fisted hand a few times and finally came. His sperm falling uselessly on the ground between his legs.
Feeling a bit dazed from his orgasm, Mustang didn't resist as the Major pulled him up to a stand, and the Cadet straightened out his pelt. He staggered out of the cave feeling very used and small.
"Fall in," called the Major to the havocs. "It's time to head back."
"Where are we going?" asked Mustang.
"To see the Fuhrer," said the Major. "Don't be unhappy, soldier," he continued in a more conciliatory voice. "Once you accept your place, you will find it is good to be part of an army."
The havocs surrounded Mustang, two taking either elbow and making it very clear that any attempt at escape would be futile. He was part of their pack now, whatever that meant.
As they treaded their way through the underbrush, Mustang was able to take one last look back at his empty, abandoned command post. Then it was hidden by twigs and leaves. He looked forward and followed the mustangs to a new, uncertain future.