It was her first time out there; on the battlefield.


  


Her name is Lindsay, an average looking Husky mix. Big gray fur for the winter. Big ass for others' warmth. A short little bob tail, and ears concealed under a camo hat. She was drafted into the war when the raid sirens went off. The Resistance raised their banners on the horizon and what once was a town of thousands would become a war zone.

Lindsay was placed under the command of Officer Jones, a short doberman woman always seen wearing a beret and a stern scowl on her face. Seeing her smile was the equivalent of winning the lottery, with the only prize being more brutal tactical drills the next morning. Because this was a draft and Lindsay wasn't particularly noteworthy, once she finished her combat training none of the squadrons really needed or wanted her. She didn't really speak much, and kept to her bunk to quietly masturbate when the day's troubles were done, oftentimes using the butt of her pistol as a dildo.

Lindsay was eventually transformed to an infiltration team called the Cocksleeve Squadron when one of their members came back on a stretcher missing all her limbs. Lindsay was quickly desensitized to death from the prisoner executions they had nearly every morning, so seeing a limbless… cocksleeve didn't make her cry or feel any strong emotions. She felt worse dread being picked for the team, because it meant she might have to endure something like that.

Their first mission was to reoccupy a compound taken over by guerilla forces, a little hole surrounded by clay and sand, with buildings made of packed earth and some tarps. They were, as the name implies, a four-girl-group, which made it easier to lug around supplies. 

"Okay, team-" The squad leader, a skunk girl with a proud, bushy tail, addresses. She rarely turned around to face the team, which put everyone a little on edge since she was a skunk. Thankfully, arid sandy desert was its own sort of deodorant.

"-Cocksleeve 2 and 3 are gonna be our main insurgency. Me and Four will serve as the distraction. 3, you're on sniper duty if shit goes haywire. 4, you're the Last Resort. We've done three-girl raids before, so you back me up. Ready?" She stuck her hand out. A thickset hippo girl and a slender bunny put their paws in the pile, with Lindsay on top.


"All the way through!" Was their peppy chant, and they split off, with the bunny girl taking point. Her sights trained themselves on a chinchilla girl digging up caches of food she'd squirreled away for herself on the outskirts of the city, then a deafening 'pop!' Rang from the barrel. A red mist glistened from the back of her head as her arms curled up inwards, and she flopped forwards, her paws on her breasts and twitching uncontrollably.

In one second, Cocksleeve Two was on the ground, and in the next, she was on the side of a building, with two ice picks in either of her paws. Her heavy stature belied an innate climbing legend, and she scaled the entire four-story building as though she just walked up the wall. A sniper-skunk was training her sights on the bunny enemy when one of the picks slammed down right into the middle of her skull, and her body immediately stretched out and stiffened, her eyes spreading apart in a rather derpy expression. In an innate response to the danger, she sprayed a foul liquid from her rear, before her tail limply covered her crotch and she went limp, save a few dying spasms. 

Lindsay followed her designated skunk, weaving through buildings and alleyways with her little pistol and combat knife, carrying the medkit for their leader because it was too cumbersome. A dickgirl kangaroo was taking a smoke break in the alleyway when her cigarette was punched down her throat by the team leader and then forcibly stuck there from the resulting chokehold.

"Come help me, newbie…!" She aggressively whispered, as Lindsay panicked, dropped her gun, then readied the knife. The kangaroo, afraid for her life, twisted and turned, slapping her own thigh a couple of times. An alarm immediately went off as a result, blaring loudly through the compound. Before she could keep slapping, Lindsay drove her knife between the dickgirl's breasts and placed their lips together to muffle the resultant silent scream. Their enemy's eyes widened from the stab under her tit, then widened further from the next one. The third time, and her body slumped downwards with a soft death moan, her thick cock spraying the nearby wall with one last orgasm as Lindsay broke the kiss.

"Shit. We're losing time. Two, how's the exfil?" Their leader called, as Lindsay picked up her gun and started firing at the latex-clad girls rushing out with their own weapons drawn to converge on them. A snow leopard mashes her tits into the ground the kangaroo just covered in hot spunk, a bullet hole in her head. Her mouth hung open in a final surprised shriek permanently affixed to her unblinking eyes. A monkey girl with deep blue hair followed suit, draping her corpse over the snep's. Along with the kangaroo girl, whose cock was still dribbling a bit of her last impotent orgasm directly into the snep's open maw, a little body pile formed.

The Cocksleeve Duo were soon pinned down by a hail of loud bangs, bullet holes writing loud messages in the walls and desecrating what was left of the ruined building they were using for cover. Two never responded to the requests, and their leader grew impatient, blind-firing around the corner at first while steeling herself. There was a sudden lull in the bullet density. They were reloading! This was their chance!


Before she knew what was happening, the point leader- the skunk girl in front- rounds the corner in an attempt to turn the tides. She raises her rifle just enough to make her breasts shake in that tight uniform, and then a loud pop-splurch noise… then her whole body stiffened as two more pops whizzed past her. All of this in a single second!

The very next second, her body crumples to the ground, her rifle slipping from her delicate hands as she falls over with her head landing not so gracefully at the panicked canine's feet. There was a big hole right between her eyes, and her arms were still locked and fingers twitching as if her body was trying to fire her gun in its dying moments.

Not knowing what to do, the slender husky panicked and grabbed the body, dragging her back behind the wall for cover. She was on the verge of tears as she shakily pulled out her walkie-talkie, whimpering out a scared distress signal.

"L-l-Lindsay to… Three? Three, are you there, One is dead…" she called shakily, but there was static on the receiving end, and a couple of flashes over the hill made her assume the worst. 

"Two? Come in Two, I'm alone out here, and I think they're coming for you!"

"Shit. Well, we prepared for this. Radio HQ, tell them we're fucked. We'll get you out of here, at least. 

"HQ, come in HQ… somebody, please… My name is Lindsay, and everyone on the team is dead, and I-" 

"This is Scoutmaster, please use your codename. What seems to be the problem." Officer Jones answered, recognizing the voice on the other end. Had she sounded any more like an enemy spy, nobody would have picked up.


"Uh, right, uh, SlutSquad Cu- uh… Cocksleeve… four? It doesn't matter, everyone else is dead, I think, and we're pinned down behind this building! I just saw the Squad Leader fall over, there's a bullet in her head, I- She's twitching…"

"Twitching still? Okay, Cocksleeve Four, we're gonna need you to do something for us. You're sure your entire squad is K.I.A.?"


"U-Uh huh…" Was all she could manage with the frog lumped in her throat. She swallows nervously, trying to hold down the convulsing body. The skunk-girl's mouth gapes open like she's still trying to breathe, one eye rolled back into her skull while the other eyelid flutters.

"If you can get to your Squad Leader, we need you to take off her pants. You take yours off too. This is a direct order, do you understand? We're sending aid to your position right now."

"But she's- ...Yes, Ma'am…" I wasn't in a position to argue. My mind blanked from the smells of blood and gunpowder all around me. I just wanted to go home, I remember thinking, trying desperately to stave off my brain screaming at me that I was going to die here. I reached forwards, actually sobbing now, and slowly tugged off the skunk-lady's pants. Her back arched in response, and there was a deep, dark spot in the crotch of them.

I expected that much, but I didn't expect what I saw next. The corpse of the squad leader- she was a shi! Her cock was tucked inside her own pussy using a strip of duct tape, and every time her back arched, her cock would fire a spurt of her own semen inside her cooling cunt! It was enough of a distraction that it took the C.O. yelling into my ear to snap me back to reality.


"Cocksleeve Four, respond!"

"Cocksleeve Four! That's me! Come in- uh- sh- shi has a cock…!"

"We know, C4. We need you to remove the duct tape and collect as many samples of her semen as possible. Impregnate yourself if possible. You are the last hope of this battalion."

"O-o-okay… I'll try…" Lindsay shivers, closing her eyes and pressing her pussy up against the still-squirting fem-cock. Upon every touch, the scrambled brain inside the spasming fucktoy corpse fires another load, coating the canine's hands in sticky semen. Lindsay whines and complains as the cock slides inside her, shivering from the cold.

"How is she still hard…?! Oh- it's hot! It's so- nngh…! C-c-controool~ It's inside me, it's- thick…" She moans, her body jumping in time to the violent arching of the corpse. As the body runs out of energy, the repeated milking orgasms do too. Lindsay's eyes roll back and she starts seeing white as her sensitive womb is filled, her eggs fighting a different kind of war and losing. She managed to drown out the noise of the battle barely through her burgeoning lust for the cumshots soaking her inner walls alone, although the explosions in the distance jolted her back to the grim reality that she was fucking a corpse. But the cum felt so nice and the cock was still hard somehow, heated by the semen shooting through its shaft, that she quickly went back into her trance-like daze, her pussy starting to get slick with her own juices.

The next time she regained clarity, the body stopped moving completely, and no more blood was getting pumped through the hole in the leader's head. The throbbing shaft was quickly growing softer as time went on, and Lindsay picks up the walkie talkie and slurs her words, drunk on the overwhelming sensations.

"Cuh- C'mmand? I'm sho full, I can't… uh… so much… cum… But she- shi- no more… whhuhdoIdo?" She slurs, panting with exhaustion.


"Cocksleeve 4, you're okay! It seems as though the brain is too damaged, shi can't stimulate her own ejaculations anymore. You're gonna have to fill yourself manually."

Lindsay's ears perked up and she presses her fingers to her sopping wet cunt, gently stroking her clit to get the edge off.

"M-more cum? H-how? It's getting cold, I wanna be warm…" She continues, with a drawn out groan as she starts grinding on the dick. She gropes the corpse's breasts through hir shirt and pushes two cum-soaked fingers into the corpse's mouth, giggling as shi 'drools' the semen down her protruding pink tongue to lather the dirt with it.

"You're going to have to use anal stimulation. Focus on getting every drop of seed out before we recover you!"

"But I've never done anal before…"

"You're going to have to try, okay Cock- ...Lindsay? Try for us?"

"...Okay… If it'll help…" Lindsay presses her paws down on the body, lifting herself up slightly with an obscene 'pop!' Like an air bubble in a tub of mayonnaise. Some of the seed splattered out between their thighs, which did little more than make the husky moan.

Closing her eyes, she slides the cum-soaked cock up to her tailhole, lifting her short tail slightly and pushing it inside. She screams in a mixture of pleasure and agony, riding the once-living dildo behind her as many inches deep as she can. The extra tightness does manage to squeeze out another rope of cum's worth, but even with Lindsay lifting up hir ballsack and fingering that cooling pussy beneath hers, she was the only one who ended up cumming.

"Cocksleeve four? Is that you?" A voice called from around the corner. A beaver-girl steps out wearing heavy boots and a serious load of gadgets, like night vision goggles and a futuristic backpack with radar and Wi-Fi scanners.

"Please, don't kill me! I'm so close, I- C-cocksleeve? That's me, I'm the cocksleeve! I'm cocksleeve…!" She cries, overcome with relief that she was found by friendly units first and breaking down in tears.

"Team Lead, this is Mobile Task Force Dick-Lickers, Dick Lickers to Scoutmaster, do you copy? We have Cocksleeve Four on location. Can confirm her story. We'll rendezvous at evac shortly." The beaver sighs, bending down to check the pulse of the corpse beneath Lindsay.

"Shit. Did you get all her cum out?"

"I don't know, w-why? I- I'm trying, I- They said to… anal, I-"

"Calm down, you're safe now. Spread your legs, let me see. I'm a trained field medic." The beaver girl soothingly says, to which Lindsay just sniffles again. The beaver lady methodically pushes a finger up the corpse's ass, and the body's legs twitch.

"The microchip's still intact. I think we can squeeze a little more out of her while it's in this state. Okay, keep your legs spread, I'm going to agitate the prostate. I need a stretcher over here!" She calls, reaching into her backpack and pulling out what looked like a small, cylindrical light bulb dildo. Which, after being inserted into the corpse's tailhole like a buttplug, turned out to be exactly what it was. The beaver girl pulls out a little red button and starts rhythmically pressing it. From the first touch, the cock lodged in Lindsay's rear jerks back to attention, firing another hot load deep into the canine's rectum.

"OooOooOOooh!" She moans again, grabbing her own ass cheeks and bending over from the weird sensations.

"You're doing great. You're a wonderful Cocksleeve. You just saved your whole team with this. Maybe even several others. You're gonna be- Cocksleeve Four? Hey, stay with me!"

Lindsay's eyes unfocused and her vision blurred. She could feel a pressure in her crotch, her brain and body jerked up for one last powerful squirting orgasm, then she fainted, cream dripping from both orifices as she flopped back into the corpse of her comrade, spent from being milked. 

When next she woke, she was in a strange green tent, and her holes felt more sore than they ever had. She clutched at her crotch as she sat up, groaning.

"Hey, you're awake! Sorry about the stitches, we had to extract all your fertilized eggs. We're reviving the team as we speak, but it'll take a long time before they're ready to fight again. I guess you're a mom now. Congratulations?" The Dick-Lickers' medic knelt down beside the makeshift cot, giving Lindsay headpats.

"I'm alive…?"

"Yeah, you made it. I heard talk, they're gonna give you a medal for your bravery. The White Teardrop. I know all this has been a lot to take in, but, for now, get some rest."

"H-hey! What's your, uh… your name?"

"Cynthia Weaver. It's nice to meet you, Lindsay!"

"Nice to meet you, Cyn… Could you, uhm… c'mere for a second? I might need help sleeping."

"Well, sure, we can give you something for that, I- mmph!" The beaver is cut off by Lindsay locking their lips together, and they embraced each other for quite some time like that.

"That's for… saving me…" The husky girl affirms while they make out. Cynthia eventually breaks the onslaught of kisses, blushing heavily and holding herself.

"...Thank you… uh… you're welcome, uh… I gotta… I gotta go… patients…!" She stammers, ducking out of the tent and leaving Lindsay giggling to herself. Thoughts of the cute beaver lady and her cute flattened tail helped Lindsay stave off the nightmares of watching her comrade get a hole in her head. Just barely.

The next morning, Cynthia meekly flapped open the tent covering, looking all around the room until she stumbled on Lindsay's form huddled up under the blankets.

"U-um… L-lindsay? Uh, High Command wants to see you. It's about your award…"

"Mmmnn, five more minnish…" came the tired reply. Cynthia kinda shrank back out the doorway, letting sunlight shine right on Lindsay's face.

"Fine, I'm up… I'm coming…" Lindsay mutters, to which the beaver girl twitches her tail and breathes a sigh of relief. The husky yawned and turned onto her stomach, lifting her ass up out of the covers to reveal she was completely naked, her sex glistening like dewdrops. Needless to say, Cynthia was covering her face in embarrassment, but Lindsay's hindquarters never actually lowered.

"You know, Cyn, it was thinking about you that helped me sleep… helped me forget the nightmares. Now you're all I can think about... " She moans in a sultry slur, wiggling her hips under the covers.

"Five more minutes…?" She asks again, turning around and winking. The shy looking beaver looks around, then behind herself, then back to the slutty canine, slowly zipping up the tent flap behind her and approaching as Lindsay turns on a lantern in the back.

The beaver lays atop the sheets, her breath hot down the back of the husky's neck, and her tail raised up like a hefty paddle, slapping back down against Lindsay's ass cheeks. The two of them moan as she's spanked, only for Cynthia to slide her frame down the husky's back and gently bite down on the reddened ass she tenderized. Lindsay wiggles and wags her tail, biting her lip and hissing. 

It took little time for Cynthia to strip, time spent snuggling up to and massaging that ass that was once coated completely in her team leader's spunk. The scent of shemale dick milk was still strong, but overpowered by the pheromones of canine heat. The beaver's tongue couldn't resist jabbing deep inside those folds for deep lick after deep lick, her fingers spreading those thighs apart when they weren't mashing into her own arousal.

"How does this cocksleeve taste? I want… I need a better look at you." She moans, tossing the sheets off and laying on her back. She grabs Cynthia by the ears, which forces a surprised squeak from the meek girl as charge was once again taken from her. Lindsay lifts the cute rodent's face up and admires her for a second, while the confused girl merely keeps digging her fingers into her cunt, her thumb barely visible in the dim light circling her clit and making a puddle on the floor as she edges herself.

"Gimme your best 'broken fucktoy' face." Lindsay demands. The beaver girl thinks for a second, then uses her tail to spank herself, her ass cheeks making ripples as she jiggles under her fur. Her eyes cross and she sticks her tongue out as far as it'd comfortably go with a lewd moan, folding her ears back. Lindsay uses this to her advantage and dunks her muff into that cute face, grinding on the exposed tongue. 

Cynthia breaks character for a moment to stare at the pussy pressing into her nose before quickly returning to her rolled-eyed look, sucking on her clit whenever she could. The canine closed her eyes to bathe in the pleasure, and whenever she opened them, Cynthia would look even hotter to her.

"I can't… You're gonna make me…!" Lindsay moans, and Cynthia closes her eyes with a hot huff of air and pulls her fingers out of herself, her pussy convulsing as she arches her back. She squirts far enough to hit the beaver girl's tail, drawing a little line in her back with the juices before drowning her face in them. She crashed back down into her cot breathlessly, her limbs still involuntarily tensing up as her cunt honey fountains from her just a little more.

Cynthia kneels up and licks her fingers inquisitively, crawling up and laying breast-to-breast with her new mate for the presumed afterglow, but in a burst of adrenaline, Lindsay flips her over and grabs her thigh, scissoring the poor beaver girl in a leg hold before she can even protest.

"W-wait, don't you need to- hhh-aangh!" The beaver cries, biting her thumb and grabbing onto her breast to dissipate the energy. Lindsay lifts up, pulling the beaver girl's leg over her head, and grinds their cunts together, making Cynthia's forced ahegao expression into a proper, broken, slutty one. Her orgasm isn't a pronounced squirt, but her whole body tenses up, her toes cutely curling inwards. Her hard nipples bounce as she does, poking out towards the ceiling, and she drools a little, unable to even close her mouth because of her loud moaning. 

Then, the grinding stops. Cynthia pants heavily, facing off to the side and barely keeping herself conscious, when she feels something warm pouring down her midriff and between her tits. She puts a finger into the hot liquid, then looks up to see the canine, eyes closed, scent-marking her new mate.

"Did you just…?" Cynthia asks, staring up at the dog in disbelief. Lindsay blushes and nods, biting her lip. The beaver thinks about it for a second, her eyes staring into the flickering lantern light, before she turns back smiling.

"...You missed a spot." She coos, sticking her tongue out. It was probably the hottest thing that dog had ever seen, and she capitalizes on it before the stream of her piss ends by aiming directly into the upside down girl's mouth. Cynthia lets it soak and splatter on her tongue, before doing a pronounced gulp and accepting it, her beady eyes beaming up at her new lover as their legs untangled.

"...Now I'm ready." Lindsay notes, wrapping her clothes loosely around her and giving a show to her new partner. As she walked, her pants would occasionally 'accidentally' slip down around her ass as she swayed her hips, and she'd look back at Cynthia and pout, to which the beaver would fidget cutely and stammer, only to reach for Lindsay's ass cheeks and grope the girl while 'adjusting' her undergarments, only for it all to happen again.

This kept happening until a loud "er-hem!" Addressed the husky. She was about to walk straight into a large wooden stage, and jumped back in confusion and surprise from the noise, her commanding officer staring down at her. Shi was a doberman, and hir cock bulge was pronounced enough to be visible.

"Private Lindsay Higgins." Came the stern, deep voice addressing her, and Lindsay gulped in response. In front of the officer was an audience of over 50 furs from around the base, just… looking at the two lovebirds.

"U-uhh…" Lindsay began, before she was gestured onto the stage by the officer. Hesitantly, she obliged, but her legs were like gelatin. Cynthia meekly attempted to bow out, but was aggressively suggested to "Have a seat."

Sitting atop the stage- kneeling, rather, were three individuals with ropes around their necks. They each had guns trained on them from executioners, and from snipers posted in trees. 

One girl was a large centauress, who had her eyes closed. Her hide was brown and her hair was gold, and she was muttering to herself. Her tail occasionally whipped the guard with his gun pressed to her back, to which he moved forward and pistol-whipped her. She let out a little yelp and flinched, only to be pulled back upright by the rope digging into her throat.

The beating was responded to by the second member of the trio, a cream-colored ferret with a pink mohawk for a mane. She seemed to be all smiles about the event, and even started laughing about the horsegirl's beating. There were little wet drippings on the floor where she knelt, and she often blew kisses and threw up rock signs at the audience.

The third member of the group was nervously looking all over the place, a dragoness with a dick. It was an impressive 10 and a half inch fear-boner currently, sticking down to the floor and gently brushing against the wood. She didn't want to shuffle uncomfortably for fear of being shot.

"Private Lindsay Huggins. You have been called up here today because your bravery, quick thinking, and honor allowed you to survive in the middle of turmoil. Without your squad, we would never have found and captured the guerilla faction plaguing our troops with insidious traps. And if you hadn't contacted us, we still never would have. Thanks to you, the members of the Cocksleeve Squad-"

"Cocksleeve Squad? Can I join? I'll be a good girl, pleeeease?" Came the interrupting retort from the ferret girl.

"You interrupt me one more time and I'll have you put down right here and-"

"Moo-minnmerup-me-mone-more-mime-man-mi-"

"That does it! Private Lindsay, please subdue this subject. This is your ceremony, you may choose the technique you use." The doberman barks, pointing directly at the ferret. Lindsay looks between the angry officer and the party animal, before moving to stand over her, blocking the sun with her presence.

"Oh, so this is your big party. Well, I'm glad to be the guest of honor. So. About this Cocksleeve Squad. I got a lot of room in me. Do you got any room for me, big girl?" The ferret teases, licking her lips and shaking her tail. She does a sultry wiggle in her bindings, and looks up to the officer pointing a gun to her head. Lindsay is offered the gun, but refuses, and grabs the ferret's paw. 

"Whaddaya- Personal spa-ssschhhhkkk!" Confused, the creamy mustelid tries to pull away for a second, but Lindsay's thighs wrap around her neck and squeeze tightly. The ferret girl is forced to bend over- with the noose pulling on her neck- until her ass is stuck straight in the air. Her legs try and scrape the wood in an attempt to weasel out of the situation, and she taps on Lindsay's red bellyfur in a silent plea for mercy. She only gets to look up at the canine with her face scrunched and reddened before her eyes roll up into her skull, her tapping arm only able to limply brush against the husky's fur before her consciousness slips away from her.

Lindsay releases the hold, the ferret girl's face lying buried in the unwashed canine's musky muff for a while, and she moans a rattled breath as air returns to her, for now.

"...As I was saying… unless there are any other interruptions…-" The ferret girl drools in response, her ass plopping down to the floor with a wet 'plap' since her buckled knees can't consciously support her swaying figure.

"...It is thanks to the Cocksleeve Squad that we have apprehended these criminals. And, Lindsay, as you are the only surviving member of the squadron, it should be your privilege to carry out their sentences. Their lives are in your paws, to do with what you will. However, should you choose to be lenient with them, I must remind you that they are criminals who have shamelessly murdered our compatriots. They will still have to be punished in accordance with the law, at the very minimum. I hereby appoint you with this White Cumdrop badge, and a promotion to Private First Class. Congratulations."

The audience clapped when the doberman's speech was over, and she stepped down from the podium to hand the husky the microphone and a firm handshake, pinning the new white badge to her uniform. It looked... sticky.

Lindsay then about-faces and kinda stiffly walks up to the centauress, who squints her eyes shut and begins mumbling faster in a reserved prayer.

"Are you… ashamed for what you did?" Lindsay asked, with no response.

"...Do you have any last requests?" Once again, no response save more quiet prayer. The sunlight seemed to grow brighter for a second as clouds parted overhead.

"Okay then. I will… uhm. I respect that. If we weren't enemies, then maybe it could have… turned out differently." Lindsay sighs, as the horsegirl still does not respond. Her muttering is audible, but it is in a different language. Lindsay goes silent, as does the crowd, save for the creaking of the ferret whose head is suspended in the rope. She coughs and groans, gasping for air as Lindsay reaches over to a little lever beside the centauress and pulls it, a trap door falling out from underneath her. Her prayers are accelerated into a little yelp, and then a loud cracking, crunching sound can be heard. 

The centauress' weight was far too heavy for her to hang normally, and her neck broke instantly as soon as she hit the end of the rope. Her eyes were left bulged open from the shock and her forelegs stiffened, twitched, and raised sunward under the gallows… before slowly lowering back down. Her pussy winked toward the audience as a stream of death urine left her relaxed body, smelling strongly of estrus. It was like she had a deathgasm, and a lot of the other horses in the audience began masturbating in their seats to it.

The dragoness shrieked after the crunching noise, lowering her head down and shivering uncontrollably. Lindsay decided putting her down quickly would be best, so she was next on the list.

"It'll be over soon. Do you have any last requests?" The dragon muttered 'don't do this to me, please…', and she too soiled herself out of fear, her knees quaking as she looked up pitifully at Lindsay's stoic face.

"My team… I bet if they were staring down the barrel of your gun, they'd say that, too." The husky responds coldly.

"Hey… cough- I got a request…!" Came the familiar, albeit raspy voice of the partygirl ferret. It was enough to make Lindsay turn slightly.

"Her dick… I wanna suck it. As she's hanging or whatever? Yeah." The dragon shrank back into herself at the mention of 'hanging, or whatever', and Lindsay turned to her commanding officer, who just kinda… stood there stoically looking at all this.

"...Okay. So long as you don't interrupt. Here, let me…" Lindsay grabs another bundle of rope and spends a minute tying together the dragoness' legs. Her noose was readjusted, and she had a metal thigh spreader placed between her legs, all the while she attempted to twist and turn and scream and bite, anything to live a second longer. It turned an easy event into a five minute struggle that only ended when a gunshot was fired next to her ear to stun her.

"What's your name, Ferret Bitch?"

"Ferret Bitch… I like that. Everyone else calls me Libby. But I guess Liberty is what they'll put on my death certificate-"

"Liberty, then. Stand up here, please."

"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am! Hehe."

"Please, please no, don't, I'll do anyth-hiighck" The herm dragoness twisted in her ropes some more as her neck was lifted off the ground by the guard. Lindsay holds her bound knees straight as Liberty, using naught but her mouth, slips the tip of the dragoness into her cheeks, moaning softly. The ferret's obscene slurping noises and swirling tongue were only made hotter by the fact she was staring right into the dragon herm's eyes… and for a moment, shi stared back, her tail wrapping around the mustelid's body to try and bring her closer.

Liberty began lavishing that crotch with attention, pushing her nose to the dragoness' slit and licking inside it.

"Unnmf. That's a- slp- mmm- good fuckin' last meal… smells like you ain't had a bath since-" She begins, lifting her armpit slightly and recoiling from it.

"Whew, since I last took a bath. But you got me now, right, babe…? Mama'll get you nice and clean." Liberty coos. Her voice is a blurry haze to the dragoness, whose tongue has become purple as it's forced out of her bulging cheeks. Liberty reaches under the dragoness, lifts hir tail, and begins licking at the pussy and asshole lying underneath, tongue-punching each hole for a few seconds each before switching. The dragoness' cock bounces and hir swaying stops as that impressive length smooths down the ferret girl's mohawk, before throbbing back to life for a second, only to flop down against Libby's back again, resting between the short ferret's shoulderblades. The cock itself was about a sixth the size of her, anyways. 

Liberty was positively soaked by this point. Her legs were shuffling against each other to try and use the friction alone to get off, and she was moaning so hard even the audience was getting into it. Even Lindsay was affected by the lewd display, reaching forward to roughly grab Liberty by the back of her hair.

"Hey, wha-"

"You said you wanted to suck, right? Well?" Liberty has been to enough parties in her life to get the message right there, and she opens her maw wide. Lindsay pushes forward, forcing the ferrer girl to deepthroat the dick of the dying dragoness, sending the scalie careening over the edge. That cock pulses and throbs, and Liberty's attempt at swallowing with the massive bulge in her throat was beyond lewd. Some of the semen surged up into her nostrils, erupting from them to soak her upper lip. 

Liberty's arms began to wiggle as the canine behind her never actually let her up for any air during this swallowing, and her tightly wound thighs spread open just enough for Lindsay's fingers to slap her tail aside and push into her asshole. The ferret's eyes widen, and she gags again, her cheeks turning red… then purple again. By now, the dragoness' eyes glazed over, and her tail slid off of Liberty to sag limply between her thighs. With a protesting series of "Mmm-MMm-mm-...mmf…"-s, the ferret too orgasms, her cunt pulsing as waves of cunt honey splatter onto the floor. She passes out mid cumshot, her feet dragging on the wood only loosely held up by the tight grip on the back of her head.

This brief unconscious stint ends when Lindsay pulls back, the living condom's mouth left ajar and with a frothy mix of semen and spit dribbling onto her small, yet perky breasts. The ferret girl has a full-body shiver, and she takes a moment to stare at the corpse she just gave a blowjob to in order to remember who she is and why her head feels like it does.

"All right, you. You had your last request. It's time for you to-"

"Wai-wai-wait-wait! Wai-" Liberty coughs, before loudly swallowing the remnants of the semen stuffing her throat.

"Wait… Are you… absolutely sure I can't join the cocksleeve squad?" The ferret interrupts again, glancing at her husky executioner through the corner of her eye.

"...Y'know what? Okay. I'll let you have it. Since your little friend there didn't get a last request, I'll let you have hers."

"Private Lindsay-" Her doberman C.O. began, but Lindsay shot her a knowing, sadistic look that said 'I know.' Before pushing Liberty down onto her knees, with her ass raised upright.

"Private Liberty. I hereby sentence you to Death by Cocksleeve." She salutes, and hops off the stage. Behind the gallows were a series of pikes normally used to mount the heads of the prisoners sentenced to execution. Lindsay retrieves one of these pikes and pushes the spearlike tip of it right up against the ferret's tailhole while her guard keeps it steady.

"Wait, seriously? You're gonna let me- wait. No, that's not what I- Hey!" She complains, but the two other guards whose prisoners were currently doing airless rope dances held her down. Her complaints turned to screams as the pike was forced through her rear end roughly, to the point it was supported entirely by Liberty's anal muscles alone. The husky snuffer and the guards took turns kicking the iron pole through the mustelid, whose screams grew louder at first, then softly quieted down into whimpering moans with each kick. Blood poured from her rectum as her organs were pierced on the makeshift spit, until it actually bulged through her throat and cut off her voice. Surprisingly, she was still alive, the pipe having missed her heart barely and speared through her stomach and esophagus instead, and with one final heave, the bloodied pole protruded through Liberty's mouth, sticking all the way through the convulsing ferret girl. Liberty made confused squeaks and gurgles as her blood loss and pain made her delirious, her body twitching and jerking on the pole as Lindsay moves around her to check her pulse.

"Wow, she's still in there. Let's just… Hup!" Liberty felt a sharp pain going all the way through her as the pike-spit was lifted up off the ground, her legs and tail left dangling off the sides of it. Lindsay slowly pulls down her trousers and presses her ass to the cum-slathered nostrils of the dying ferret, whose vision was now covered with blackness and something that smelled… a stinging sort of perfection. It blocked out the coppery scent of blood with an even more powerful musk, and it was all she could do to keep her last thoughts on how beautiful it was. Her tail lifted and weakly brushed against her thighs as another weak orgasm made her body twitch, her pussy winked one last convulsion, then she was still, her last breath heating the underside of Lindsay's canine posterior.

"Alright, then. Thanks guys, for being so helpful. I'm sure wherever Cocksleeve Squad is, they're… probably proud of me?" She begins, looking down at her badge. "Yeah, they're proud of-"

Lindsay is cut off by the sounds of flesh slapping together. Behind her, a jackal with blue fur is grinding against Liberty's impaled ass cheeks, lifting her tail fur up. He was one of the three guards, and he could barely hold his orgasm long enough for the ceremony to finish. He gave her creamy cheeks a post-mortem glaze, pushing his knot inside the ferret corpse's pussy to warm her cooling womb.

"...I guess the bodies are free now, huh? Officer Jones, may I return to my tent?"

"...At ease, soldier. Dismissed…" The Commanding Officer disappointedly sighs. She was going to object, but stress in the camp was high, and snuffing prisoners let everyone blow off steam. Lindsay (And Cynthia) returned to her tent with a big, sultry grin on her face. She wouldn't leave again until they were called, specifically, by name. Twice.