Veronica was wet before she'd even begun.
The strong hyena had been "gifted" a young mouse-boy named Adrian, who was about twelve years old. He was, like the rest of his unit, genetically engineered soldiers. 
Adrian had made the first mistake of his life by informing Veronica that his unit had suffered massive causalities during their ambush in Africa. The cute little mouse boy wearing a white and black jumpsuit had sheepishly laid the news on her, fearful of her reaction.
Veronica was not known to be kind to her clone meat. They were bred to be expendable soldiers of the Matriarchy, and were often sent on suicide missions. Mice could be bred in the hundreds, and vat-grown by the thousands. 
Adrian stood there in the officer's tent, waiting for Veronica to say something --or to even turn around and acknowledge him. 
"So, you mean to tell me you lost fifty-five of your worthless fucking boys to some shit-tier resistance fighters?"
Adrian stuttered, trying to think of an answer that would spare him from beatings, torture, or both. 
"Shut the fuck up!" Veronica snarled, turning to face him. Adrian shut his eyes and flinched as the massive hyena thundered over to him and gripped him by the hair, yanking him around like a rag-doll. "I told you to take that village, and you couldn't even fucking do that. I let you earn yourself a name, a rank, and I've even let you eat real food instead of the disgusting rations they give us to feed you with."
"I-I... I can...!"
Veronica slapped Adrian across the face so hard he would've spun in place if not for her holding him still.
"Clearly I've let you grow too comfortable." Veronica said, sighing in disappointment. "Now you'll have to learn, I don't tolerate fucking failure."
Veronica turned to one of the other boys in the room, another mouse two years Adrian's senior. "Fetch me his younger brothers."
Adrian immediately began to panic. "N-No! Please! You promised...!"
"I promised I wouldn't harm them as long as you kept me pleased, vat-boy. You fucked that up yourself."
The adjutant left the tent with a curt nod, not paying any mind to Adrian's pleading as he did so.
Veronica walked back to her desk, taking a seat in the comfortable chair. She casually unbuttoned and zipped her cargo pants, and slipped them and her panties down to her knees. Her ebony sex glistened with sweat from the African heat, and excitement over what she was about to do.
When the other mouse-boy returned, he yanked two leashes behind him. Two younger mice, one being only four years old and the other six, were lead in naked and collared. They were thin, having not been fed well. Veronica had not been kind to them.
"Adrian, on your knees under my desk." Veronica ordered.
Adrian hesitated. 
"Come here and get on your fucking knees!" Veronica bellowed, slamming her fist down on the desk so hard it caused some of the papers she'd been reviewing to take air. "Bring those two little sluts over here."
The older mouse did as he was told, dragging Adrian's younger siblings over to Veronica as Adrian himself slipped on his knees under her desk. 
"Choose." She said, not explaining the meaning of those words as Adrian would already know.
"Please..." He sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks. He looked to his four and six year old siblings, both of which were also crying. 
"Choose, or I'll choose," Veronica warned. She smirked, sadistic glee pumping through her veins. She slipped a hand under her camo-shirt, teasing one of her pierced nipples with a hard tug and twist.
Adrian stammered, unable to give her the answer she sought. It made no difference for Veronica; she'd choose for the poor boy. "I suppose then, the youngest." She declared, "Take the other boy back to the cells." Veronica said, taking the leash of the four-year-old mouse-pup and waving off the older one. 
"Lick my pussy." She ordered to Adrian, looking down at him with a predatory glare. "Not some pussy-shit either, get that face in there."
Adrian leaned in, closing his eyes as he continued to cry. He stuck out his tongue and began to drag that oral muscle over her folds, tasting the hyena's sweat and arousal. Veronica closed her thighs around his head, smothering Adrian in her pussy. He was forced to take in her stink, accidentally breathing in some of her femcum and sputtering. His snout was lodged deep in her cunt, and he obediently lapped his tongue at her walls. 
Veronica cooed, and then moaned, her eyes falling half-lidded as she made Adrian humiliate himself. Meanwhile, she pushed the younger mouse to the floor beneath her and placed one of her dirty combat boots against his skull. The younger mouse cried and cried, but it only made the hyena more wet. 
She began to apply pressure, forcing the younger mouse's skull against the tent-floor. He squirmed, trying to push back, but it only made her force her foot down harder. 
"Keep eating me out you fucking slut," she whispered, still playing with her tits. "I'm going to crush your fucking little brother while you worship this cunt."
Adrian could barely breathe between her thighs, his face turning a bit blue under the fur as she smothered him in her sex. She squeezed harder, and Adrian's jaw almost popped out of socket. Veronica wasn't aiming to snuff him, though, so she restrained herself by just a little.
The younger mouse, though, stood no chance. Veronica felt her orgasm building in her nethers, and pushed down until she heard the younger mouse's jaw pop. He screamed into the dirt, convulsing in pain, and she smiled cruelly. His cries only made that orgasm come faster, and faster. 
"Here it comes you filthy fucking slut!" She yelled, tilting her head back and letting a deep roar of pleasure rumble out of her muscled frame.
The younger mouse's skull cracked like an egg, and Veronica gave the final push with her foot as she came and drowned Adrian in her sex. She squirted sticky femcum against Adrian's maw. Veronica pushed down harder, and the younger mouse's skull was completely shattered. His brains pulverized, snuffing out his life before he'd even reached double-digits. 
"There..." Veronica huffed, opening her legs so Adrian could pull back. 
Adrian pulled his snout free of her sex, his face caked with femcum. He was still crying, but when he looked at the ruined mess of his toddler brother, the tears stopped coming. The world twisted and shook around him, and suddenly he felt... numb to it all. 
"His body can feed the dogs," Veronica decided. "Adrian, get the fuck off your knees. Go organize what remains of your unit. You're pushing that fucking village again, even if you all die. There's some cute little boys there, and I want to milk their cocks dry by tomorrow morning. Fuck up again, and I'll have you castrated. Get out."