Hell on Heels
By: Monica Vix

     Kristy walked into the barracks early in the morning. The goat woman had a tall stature, her prominent chest and strong formed body making the white furred goat stand out. Little horns were atop her head as she gazed out over her troops, the captain of the platoon stared out across the hallway of beds. Strutting and showing off her powerful form in her slim fitting uniform, one which was functional as well as highlighted her assets, Kristy gazed around with steely gaze of her orange eyes. The jingling of a pair of handcuffs was highlighted with each powerful stride.
     
     "Alright, so I hope you all actually look at the assignment list for the day." The goat woman said in a disapproving tone. "I'm not the staff sergeant, I'm not your mommy, I shouldn't have to tell you to do your chores around here, the lot of you. Most of you haven't even done your beds, I see." Kristy's voice was brash and booming, her tall stature being met with an equally explosive voice.
     
     The twenty or so troops were barely even awake at this point. They stood there at attention as best they could, barely able to look away from the powerful, dominating form of their goat captain. Her hooves clacked against the tile ground with force and power with the sweet sound of high heels to accompany them. The dull grey and green barracks were almost brightened by the presence of the powerful white furred woman as she strode through the downtrodden den of the military. 
     
     "I know a few of you are fresh off the bus, but that doesn't cut you any slack at all. If I wanted to give you sorry sacks a benefit of a doubt, I would've become a kindergarten teacher." Kristy belittled the collection of soldiers as she walked near the end of the barracks. A small brown rabbit boy caught her eye. "You. You're new, too, aren't you? A tiny thing like you here. Where did you transfer from?" The goat almost screamed down at the rabbit.
     
     Green eyes looked up, muscles of the bunny's forehead straining as he tried to restrain his frustration with the yelling already. "I'm specialist Wyatt Vix, ma'am!" The rabbit had a surprising amount of tenacity in his voice for someone shorter than five feet tall. "Air force agent sent here to assist with technical difficulties that have been reported at the base, ma'am!" Wyatt fell into the role of being a dog of the military. He barked like one with each sentence, trying to emulate what he was taught to blend in.
     
     "A specialist from the Air Force, huh? Hot shot we have here. Tell us, bunny, what do they let you do at the Air Force base? Nap time?" The goat grilled into the smaller rabbit. Kristy crouched down just so Wyatt wasn't looking up past her chest so he could see those orange eyes staring at him, belittling him. "Your bed looks like it was bombed. Show some respected to me, your fellow soldiers, and the pillow that cradles your tiny head."
     
     It took a twitch of an eyebrow for Wyatt to restrain himself further. His steely green eyes stared back into Kristy's, the sensation that he wanted to deck her easily palpable with just that simple stare. 
     
     "Nothing to say for yourself?" Kristy seemed disappointed to not get a reaction out of the fresh meat of a rabbit. She stood up tall and looked away from him. "Everyone, leave, go to the assignment board and do your assigned tasks. If I hear something isn't done, you'll find some laxatives in your food by the end of the week. Hop to it now, unless you wanna be shitting bricks for the weekend." The goat threatened the entire room with a few simple phrases.
     
     Wyatt turned to leave with the rest of the group, his short form being easily absorbed into the mass of many men who towered over him roughly a foot. That was until Kristy grabbed him by the shirt collar, tugging the brown and white rabbit boy back a few feet directly next to her. After the initial surprise, Wyatt balled his hand into a fist ready to throw a punch directly into Kristy's nose, but he restrained himself just for a moment. His unyielding emerald eyes stared up at the goat, brow now openly furrowed as he was held up from joining the rest of the group. The pair stood there in this deadlock of wills as the soldiers filed out one by one, leaving the barracks and leaving the bunny and goat to their own devices. They might as well have not seen them!
     
     "What do you want?" The rabbit spat out. It was clear he was already foiled, but he wasn't ready to get rough just yet. "Don't I need to get to work to avoid shitting on these pristine floors?" Wyatt said sarcastically as his white furred foot rolled over top a cracked tile in the ground.
     
     The goat leaned in. Her arms grasped the mottled brown and white hands of the rabbit, forcing them over his head and pinning him to his own bunk bed. "There's no one in the Air Force here period. This is an Army base exclusively." Kristy's eyes furrowed just as much as Wyatt's. "You're here to cause trouble in one way or another. So, better to tell me and be sent on your merry fucking way, or get what you deserve. I'm feeling a little more than generous." The goat pressed herself against Wyatt, making sure that the rabbit had nowhere to run.
     
     "Oh, you're a bitch." The small rabbit groaned as if he was being harassed by someone in a Starbucks. "Alright, fine. Private contractor wanting the latest scoop in weapon tech, I got in here to figure that out." Wyatt rolled his eyes with a sarcastic tone as he spoke. "So, are you going to arrest me or live out your fantasies and beat the shit out of a spy or something like that? I don't know, you seem like that type." The rabbit seemed so done with what Kristy was doing after not even a minute of being in her presence. He even held his hands open in the air as the goat held him by the wrists, not struggling against her grasp.
     
     Kristy blinked nice and slowly, slow enough for Wyatt to see the readjustment of her pupils as the light hit them once more. "Oh? You're telling me all this right off the gate?" She sounded genuinely surprised by this. "Well... hm." Kristy was thinking. Her orange eyes stared into the rabbit's, curious about him. "How about this, you little idiot. We fuck, you go home and don't come back. Sound good?"
     
     "What." Wyatt said in such a dry, flat tone with only the hints of confusion on his voice. "You want me to fuck you? That's it? And you're gonna let me go? That doesn't make any sense." He shook his head slowly, disapprovingly, his ears flopping against his back.
     
     The goat girl silenced the rabbit by forcing his face into her large breasts, making him feel the tough material of the uniform smothering him. "Well, it would be a lot more effort than I care to put in just to arrest you when you got here less than twelve hours ago. And I've been pent up without a good fuck in the world over here, and I'm getting tired of using my hands." Kristy explained. "So, either you shape up or go into the slammer, you pathetic excuse for a specialist." The goat used her free hand to grab a pair of handcuffs from her hip, the heavy duty equipment being there in case she needed to make an example.
     
     "Fuck it." Wyatt could barely speak his mind with the tits stuffed in his face. Struggling briefly to breathe, the rabbit boy stood up on his tip toes to peak out just a little above the large chest. "Fine, just fuck me. I don't really care either way. You're not exactly my type, but if it means getting out of here Scot-free I'll drop my pants." The rabbit seemed rather indifferent as he was held up and restrained.
     
     Kristy picked up the rabbit that she handcuffed, hauling his slender form over her shoulder in a fireman carry. "Then lets get to it." The goat woman said briefly before sauntering off to her private office with the rabbit in tow.
     
     Wyatt barely put up a fuss as he was carried so haphazardly. Kristy's powerful body almost effortlessly escorted the light rabbit boy away, his arms and ears dangling down her back with his legs and ass on display along with her plush chest. Hoof step after hoof step, the goat took her bunny prey away and threw him down on top of her desk. Orange eyes gazed down at Wyatt with a teasing, dominant leer. The white furred hands rolled down her own front, undoing her belt and drawing down her dull grey pants in a simple selection of motions, carrying them all the way down to her knees. Wyatt, watching the teasing display through half closed eyes, didn't seem to care for the goat's provocative little routine.
     
     Sighing, the goat woman picked up Wyatt by his armpits. Kristy heaved the rabbit from the desk and set him down under it, her cunt just a little above the short rabbit's head. As the brown and white bunny was set down, he gave a shrug at his new predicament. His hands, cuffed in front of him, began to play around with his pants and zipper, trying to free his dick at the same time that he was put down. Sitting her bare ass down on the seat, Kristy pulled herself in close to the rabbit, locking Wyatt under the desk with her body blocking any movement away from there. Hearing the fumbling of the bunny's clothing, the goat pressed her hoof down between his legs. A gentle amount of pressure was put onto the crotch of the bunny, Kristy applying some force to keep the rabbit inline with her desires of how a good boy should play.
     
     "H-hey, hey, don't hurt the goods." The rabbit huffed as the hoof was placed over his crotch and over the chain of his cuffs. "What, I can't touch myself? You're a little more of a bitch than those of your type, aren't you?" Wyatt had a sarcastic spite in his voice, a tone that was quickly pushed away as the goat woman applied just a little bit of pressure. "F-fuck... stop, stop, I'll do what you want. What do you... want, ma'am?" Wyatt huffed out in a disgruntled voice.
     
     Kristy was showing off her cunt to the rabbit stuck under her desk. Moving her rolling chair just a little closer, the goat woman displayed her musky cunt less than a foot away from Wyatt's mouth. "I thought spies of your type were meant to be smart and not run their mouths off in a disadvantageous state." The goat said in a snarky tone. "You have a tongue, I have a hole that could use a tongue in it. Do you want me to get you a whiteboard and draw up a diagram for you, little rabbit? I want to feel your tongue in me. Hell, if you do well enough, I'll give you a fifty for bus fair home." The goat had such an air of dominance as she effortlessly applied pressure to the rabbit, keeping Wyatt firmly under her control with each word and phrase. Hell, she even ground her hoof into the cloth covered crotch of the rabbit, being gentle enough to cause pleasure instead of pain.
     
     Furrowing his brow, Wyatt simply sighed. There wasn't any fighting this goat's simple demands. But, what did he care? He was getting off easy. She was right. He simply leaned forward and pressed his nose into the sopping wet white fur, the sweat and arousal explosively blasting into his face like a warm summer day hitting you after a long nap. The rabbit didn't even have any words as he opened his white furred maw, sticking out his saliva coated tongue to gingerly lick the exposed pink flesh of Kristy's lower lips. Getting just a feel of the goat's soft, sweaty fur on his tongue was disgusting.
     
     "Mhm, there you go, good boy." The goat praised briefly. Kristy's hand grasped the dark brown locks that covered Wyatt's head, giving the rabbit a little more encouragement to get deep in t here. "If you impress me, give me a few orgasms, I'll even give you my number. Maybe we can work something out." Kristy spoke in such a careless tone. It was all too easy to see that the goat woman wanted nothing but to have the pleasure she wanted, even if it came at the cost of letting this little idiot rabbit go. "Really get in there, Wyatt. The deeper the better. Bonus points if you're smart enough to find where the G-spot is. Genuinely, that would be impressive."
     
     With the lustful words of the snarky bitch looming over him, Wyatt rolled his eyes. The brown and white rabbit leaned forward just a little more, pressing his crotch against the strong hoof of the goat. Huffing, groaning, the rabbit gently humped into the hard hoof, his face now properly buried into Kristy's cunt with the hand helping him from behind. Licking, slurping, plunging his tongue deeper and deeper, Wyatt was doing his best to please the goat that caught him. After getting past the smell of the sweat that flooded his lungs, the taste was... rather bearable to say the least. The salty aroused juices that dripped from Kristy's cunt and coated the tongue of the would be spy was a lot better than the sweat by a mile.
     
     Huffing, groaning, Kristy kept a firm hand on the back of Wyatt's head. She kept him pressed into her warmth, almost humping the rabbit's face as she held onto his head with a vice grip. Her cunnilingus bunny could even feel her hoof trembling against the bulge in his pants from the pleasure she was experiencing. The lustful moans, sweet sighs and groans of pleasure, it was all just a symphony that seemed a little too loud to keep this a secret. Kristy's cunt squeezed and held onto Wyatt's tongue as it whirled deep within her body, the tip of the bunny's appendage barely tickling along her G-spot.
     
     "Ah, right there, right there~ Yea~" Kristy let out a soft moan, sounding almost high from the pleasure that Wyatt gave her. "Keep poking and slurping there, good boy~ Such a good boy for me~" The goat praised the rabbit between her legs. With a squeeze of her thighs, the soft white fur squeezed and held Wyatt close, giving the rabbit a little hug with her muscular thighs squishing and squeezing around his brown and white head.
     
     Gasping and retracting for a moment, the rabbit struggled. His handcuff chain pulled against the pants leg of the one he was eating out. "Ow, ow! Hey, watch it, don't choke me out with those." Wyatt complained about the thighs squeezing around his face, emerald eyes narrowed in a frustrated glare at the goat woman. "If you really want me to impress you, let me on top." The rabbit demanded.
     
     "Oh? Let you on top? But your tongue feels so much better than that bunny dick would." Kristy's lustful voice eroded to the typical despicable attitude. "Get your tongue back in there. If I wanted you to fuck me, I would have sat you down and rode you until your pelvis broke. Although, with your size, it wouldn't take more than five minutes to get a few fractures in your fragile form~" The goat laughed. Her orange eyes leered down at Wyatt as if he was nothing but a good fuck, a teasing wink only exasperating that feeling. He was just an object of pleasure to her.
     
     Rolling his eyes, the rabbit huffed. "How about this. Eight inches." Wyatt said in a simple, deadpan tone of voice. His emerald eyes stared up to the orange orbs of his dominant, completely dead serious as he listed his dick size like that. "I mean, you seem like the type to step on any dick. Doesn't this feel bigger than usual?" The rabbit tried to persuade the goat. Either he was bluffing to get a handful more freedoms, or he was actually going to follow through with the fucking. His expression was rather unreadable.
     
     "I doubt that." The goat said. Kristy started to grind her hoof into the crotch of the rabbit, feeling the size of his dick with the bit of flesh that was between the two halves of her hoof. "Hm. Keep licking, bunny brat, let me think." Her fingers ensnared the brown hair once again, grabbing the ear of the bunny as well while dragging him face deep into her cunt. If she wasn't going to suffocate him with her thighs, she would do it with her love hole!
     
     Wyatt took a large gulp of air as he was pulled down into the white fluffy muff with enough force to make the goat roll back a quarter inch in her chair. The rabbit let out a defeated groan as his tongue escaped his white furred maw once again, treating Kristy's cunt as if it was the best thing to kiss in the world, better than eating cake. At the very least, he was thankful that the goat didn't have a thing for anal tongue fucking. With his emerald eyes closing, Wyatt put his all into licking, slurping, and over all pleasuring his dominant goat woman. She was too powerful for him to risk upsetting, especially since her hoof was right on his dick. Angering her more than he had would be a dangerous game to play in every single way.
     
     "You know what?" Kristy said after a minute or so. "Sure. Fine. If you think you can impress me with your dick, give it a shot." The goat had a huffy attitude as she admitted it. With the green eyes of the rabbit looking up, Wyatt could swear he saw a bit of blush as he was released from her grasp. "If you try anything, you know what's gonna happen." Kristy warned as her hoof was pulled away from the crotch of the rabbit.
     
     With a pleasant sigh, the rabbit could reach up and scratch his chin, getting a spot that was annoying him the entire time he was between Kristy's legs. "Ah, there we go. That feels a lot better." Wyatt said with a soft huff. "Alright. Just let me get my pants off." He said as if he did this a hundred thousand times. The rabbit dug his thumbs into the waistband of his slim fitting army pants, huffing as he pulled them down slowly and awkwardly. He definitely wasn't used to undressing with handcuffs on.
     
     Kristy watched in interest as the short rabbit started to undress himself just a little. The brown and white bunny revealed a large pink dick, one that was maybe a little larger than eight inches long! It was more of a surprise than she could say, only raising her eyebrows in interest upon seeing Wyatt's large dick. As Wyatt stood there, kicking off his pants and underwear to be completely bottomless, the goat could feel herself getting a little more riled up. Sure, his tongue was good, but that thing? That was a pretty sizable dick right there, with weighty balls to match it! Definitely not something that was normal for a bunny boy under five foot tall, that's for sure.
     
     "Alright, so... just sit in my chair then." Kristy pulled herself up to stand. Her cunt was dripping with saliva and arousal, making a mess on the tile floor. "I'll ride you, also making sure you can't leave. Because, well, with a weapon like that hidden in your pants? I don't think I can let you go without a fight." She grew a joking, lustful nature as her desire to be pleasured grew more and more.
     
     Raising his eyebrows, the rabbit took a seat where his face used to rest. He sighed softly as the soft faux leather embraced his bare ass, not even minding the wetness of his spit and her pleasure. "Fuck, this is so much better than under your desk." He let a soft moan roll off of his lips as he grew comfortable. His dick was half erect, slowly growing and hardening into a fully erect shaft as Kristy closed in on him like a hawk.
     
     There was little warning as Kristy loomed over Wyatt. The rabbit was too relaxed by the privilege of being sat in one of the most comfortable chairs in the entire compound to notice the goat's fluffy ass right over his lap! With a slam, the dick of the bunny was forced all the way into Kristy's cunt, the captain goat letting out a lustful moan as the felt the dickhead press against her G-spot and press a little higher, a little higher as seven or eight inches disappeared. Fuck, that was already so much. Those orange eyes fluttered for a moment, the expression of the goat wavering from the stoic gaze and fracturing into something that gave way to the unbridled pleasure of such a large dick slipping in her body. And the worst thing is this wasn't even all of it. Wyatt's cock was definitely softer than a full blown erection, despite being most of the way there. As the warm, saliva slicked innards of Kristy's cunt flexed and squeezed around the cock, she could feel it hardening and stiffening within her!
     
     "Shit!" Wyatt huffed as his dick was forced through the tight, squeezing tunnels of goat pussy. "You're not even going to give me a warning? You're worse than I thought." The rabbit was overshadowed by the size of Kristy, towering over him and pinning him down with her ass. "Damn... you actually feel good like this. I think it was the smell that was fucking with me earlier. Maybe put a bit of money into some better body wash, girl." Wyatt spoke in a sassy tone from behind as he felt the goat bouncing on his dick again and again.
     
     Kristy didn't care for the commentary the bunny under her was giving her. With a hoof stomp right next to his foot to reestablish her place over him, the goat huffed and moaned with the bunny's surprisingly large dick deep within her. Just the size of it was amazing, feeling it stiffen and harden and press against her G-spot as she started to pull up. Up and down, up and down, the slow draw up and the quicker slam down. Each fall was enough to make her ass jiggle against the lap of the bunny, her soft white fur covered in sweat as she only just began with the real fun part of it. Tongue hanging out, eyes glazing over with pleasure, the captain was enjoying herself much more than the bunny beneath her. 
     
     Huffing, struggling to think of another snarky thing to say, the rabbit boy started to surrender to the pleasure as well. His handcuffed hands gently groped and squeezed the soft waist and tail of the strong goat, feeling her powerful back muscles right above her little leaf shaped tail. Wyatt's dick throbbed deep within Kristy, threatening to blow his load directly into her womb with nothing holding him back. It was blissful, oddly enough, being in such a helpless position with a powerful woman using him like a toy. Huffing, leaning forward, the rabbit bit into the shoulder of the taller goat, lovingly biting and feeling her texture through the shirt she wore. Hell, with just that bite, he could get a sense of where her bra was and how strong it had to be to hold back those bombshell tits!
     
     "Careful there, you brat bunny." Kristy huffed. Her white furred hand grasped onto the head of the brown and white bunny, restraining him for just a moment as she continued to bounce and ride his dick. "I want you to fill me up, you stupid slut of a spy. I bet you wanted to get caught just to get this, didn't you?" The goat started to craft her own narrative for the rabbit she was riding.
     
     Rolling his eyes as he humped up into the goat's pleasurable body, Wyatt couldn't help but to humor her. "Maybe a little. If you were a little nicer, however, I would've taken you home with me instead of any blueprints I would've found." The rabbit fucked the goat as he was on the bottom, humping and thrusting into her as she raised her hips. "F-fuck... I hate how I'm already about to cum. I can usually go an hour or two, but fuck... been pent up, too, and you feel oddly good." Wyatt started to compliment Kristy as he was sat back down with the goat's ass in his lap.
     
     "Fuck, just cum in me already, you stupid rabbit!" Kristy didn't even listen to his words. All she felt was the thudding power of his body matching hers for a moment just to be shut down and sat back in the chair. "F-fuck...~" She moaned out quietly. Her hips started to bounce up and down faster, harder, trying to force the rabbit to cum deep within her soft body. She could feel the tip of his dick pressing against her G-spot with each roll up and down of the startlingly long shaft.
     
     Wyatt fell silent as he simply allowed the goat to have all the control she wanted over him. His body couldn't take it. Trying to get in here was a pain just to get caught and be taken advantage of by the lovely goat captain; even if she was a bitch in personality, her body was a bombshell. Every bounce, every thrust, everything was sundering his brain as well. He found it hard to think straight, the shimmering emerald eyes barely able to read the analog clock at the end of the room. It was at least morning still, he could tell that much. There wasn't much else that needed to be known as he was bounced on like a trampoline. Wyatt closed his eyes and nuzzled into the sweaty shirt of his superior, of the one who claimed him as a fuck toy. Now the sweat was a pleasant smell. One he would remember.
     
     Sweet, sharp moans squeaked out of the goat's mouth as she felt his dick twitching, straining, about to burst with a wave of cum! Kristy's orange eyes grew wide as she bounce harder, faster still, trying to force the orgasm into her deepest nooks and crannies of her cunt. The throbbing, the squeezing, both of them were trying to milk as much pleasure from this sexual interaction as they could, in case they would never get the chance for this level of heaven again. Wyatt's large pink dick started to spurt white cum, the steamy seed piercing the veil of the cervix and traveling into the womb of the goat, splattering out as his balls emptied themselves. Heated groans of stress melting away came as Kristy orgasmed in turn, her pleasure rolling out like a wave of sweet release, the hot and almost sweltering heat of it being akin to dipping into a hot tub after hours of the cold.
     
     Kristy didn't let up. The pleasure by orgasm alone was nice, but she had too much desire to be sated by a simple wave of cum. Bouncing her hips up and down again and again, keeping the rabbit underneath her firm, soft furred butt, the goat continued to use Wyatt as a toy with a large dick. It was overwhelming the rabbit beyond reason, the pleasure of being used like a fuck toy with his dick in the air making his eyes roll back. It was like Kristy was trying to siphon off as much cum as she could from the helpless bunny beneath her ass! Wyatt's fingers twitched and grasped onto the firm muscles that made up the waist of the powerful goat, trying to hold on for dear life as the jingle of his handcuffs started to sound like racing sleigh bells.
     
     "F-fuck, fuck, slow down! Slow down!" The frantic rabbit squeaked from underneath the pounding butt of the goat. There was barely any room for Wyatt to get a word in. "F-fuck, fuck... that feels so good...." He moaned into the shirt of his dominant captain.
     
     Huffing, unrelenting, the goat continued to bounce up and down, making a cushion out of the short rabbit's lap. "More, more! Fill me up and give me all you got!" Kristy's voice was demanding even if she was pleasured, that rough grit to her words still there as she encouraged if not commanded Wyatt to give her more cum.
     
     "I-I can't..." The rabbit panted out, "I don't got... energy... I can't...~" Wyatt weakly moaned as he released the final wave of his pleasure, splattering the innards of Kristy's womb with just a little extra spunk. "F-fuck... just kill me now..." Wyatt had the strangest horny talk that the goat has ever heard.
     
     Groaning and pulling herself off the large dick, Kristy allowed wave after wave of hot, steaming cum to fall out of her white furred cunt. The splatter of the cream landed in the rabbit's lap, coating him just as much with the hot and lovely liquid. "Ah~ That feels so much better." She huffed. Kristy reached to the desk and grabbed a water bottle, popping off the cap with her teeth. "You know, you made this mess. Why don't you clean it up, too?" The goat teased Wyatt. She drank from the bottle of water while thrusting her hips back, putting her cum filled cunt right into the bunny's face.
     
     "Damn it all." Wyatt barely managed to huff out like a brat as he was forced face first into her warm cunt! The cum that he lovingly poured into Kristy's cunt was now filling his mouth, staining his tongue with the salty mixture of their shared orgasms.
     
     Grinding and rubbing her ass against Wyatt's face, the goat shown little remorse for the rabbit that just ate her out, was a living fuck doll for her, and is now eating her out again. The way that Kristy pressed her sweaty asshole to the bunny's nose was humiliating, certainly putting the would be spy in his place as he licked and slurped the cum from her cunt. It was a blissful feeling, the sensation of that tongue pounding away in her cunt once again to only slurp out the last remains of the good time they had. Kristy could feel her legs grow a little weaker as Wyatt slurped away, this pleasure while standing making it a little hard to focus on keeping a strong exterior.
     
     "When you're done down there, I'll let you go." Kristy stated. "Take your time, though. You're not going anywhere and I have paperwork to finish." The goat leaned over her desk, her weighty tits pressing against the cool metal as she fished out paperwork to do. Her ass was firmly planted in Wyatt's face, the rabbit now staying pressed up against her because he feared what would happen if he disobeyed.
     
     Licking, slurping, trying to be the best bunny he could to get out of this situation with his shirt not smelling like his own cum, Wyatt cleared her cunt out lick by lick. Saliva stained the lower lips of the goat as Kristy struggled to work on paperwork for her crew, the hard working captain goat unable to have pleasure with her work and still keep a straight face. Wyatt's mottled brown and white hands didn't know what to do with themselves, other than simply hold his half hard dick. Getting back at Kristy just a little, Wyatt smeared the remnants of his cum onto her seat, really getting the sticky seed in there to make sure the scent would linger for months on end! That'll show her for being... surprisingly nice to fuck with a shitty attitude!
     
     Sighing, pulling her hips away, Kristy shook her head. White furred hands descended down her long legs, grasping the hem of her grey pants to only draw them up her legs. It was an oddly erotic display, seeing the soft and sweaty butt get covered up by the drab, militaristic pants. The goat readjusted her belt around her body, the little leaf like tail sticking out in front of Wyatt. There was a clear temptation to lunge out and bite it, but he knew better. Emerald eyes traced the tail as it wiggled over that plump ass, watching the white fur move about like a little flame against her dull clothing.
     
     "There you go. Good boy." The goat huffed out. With her belt pulled nice and tight, Kristy let out a low sigh. "You can leave now." She said simply.
     
     Wyatt panted with his tongue out, trying to take deep breaths to recenter himself. "O-oh, okay, great." The rabbit said as he stood up shakily. Standing on his feet for the first time, the brown and white bunny looked down to see the handcuffs and himself being bottomless. "Were you going to unlock me or...? At least help me get my pants on?" He asked, starting to walk to the side of the tall woman.
     
     "Nope." The goat said simply. She hit Wyatt's bare ass, giving the under five foot bunny a good jolt of energy. "Just get going. I don't want to see you around here again and, if I do, you'll be meeting the captain in charge of rifle practice. Get first hand experience of those weapons you wanted information about." The veiled threat and genuine warning was given out with an evil looking grin.
     
     Staring at Kristy for a moment with a blank expression, Wyatt slowly blinked. With a sigh and a shrug, the rabbit started to walk outside of the office, his hands in front of him with the handcuffs still jingling. He wasn't even going to bother to ask for the fifty she promised in case he did a good job, just not caring enough to take the bus home. If he needed to walk, he was going to walk, even if he was half naked. The brown and white rabbit grabbed the doorknob and walked out of the room, running into a small goat boy that looked a lot like Kristy. The two short boys exchanged a glance, Wyatt nodded without a word, and just continued walking away.
     
     The small goat boy walked in, looking over his shoulder. "Hey, captain? Sis? Who was that? And where are his pants?" Krissy spoke in a concerned and curious voice. "Did you two fuck? Smells like it."
     
     "What do you want, Krissy? I'm a little busy here." The taller goat woman stated in an aggressive tone.
     
     Holding his hands up in a defensive pose, Krissy laughed. "Hey, I'm not gonna tell on you for fucking around. Just wanted you to find out about something, uh... yea. There's been another fight in the cafeteria." The short goat femboy set his hands by his side. "Your soldiers started to brawl over the breakfast donuts again."
     
     "Why am I not surprised." Kristy sighed out, hanging her head over her papers. She then stood up and walked with her brother to the cafeteria, closing the door on the little lovely seen she had with a spy that now roamed freely.