The War of Western Expansion IX - The Battle of Bayda - Month 1 All around them, there was the near-deafening sound of violent shouts and clashing swords, the smell of burning straw and wood. A spotted hyena, shirtless except for a leather strap around his chest, kicked open the door of a large house near the center of town. Inside was a large extended family, adults and elders and children, huddled together. The patriarch, a honey-hued beagle like most of the rest of his kin, stood forward shakily. He did not have a weapon. “Please, we’re not fighitng you. I have my whole family, please - spare us!” The hyena stood half a head taller than the dog. He walked forward, sword pointing at the man’s heart. “Make it worth my while, and I’ll think about it.” The dog stammered. “P-please, we don’t have much.” He pulled a wooden chest out and opened it; there were a handful of coins and trinkets inside. “You can take anything you want please, if you spare us. We’ll cause no trouble. I swear it!” The invader strolled closer and inspects its contents before growling. “A fancy house like this, and this is all you’ve got?” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw sudden movement. With a deft hop to the left, he avoided the flash of tan that ran at him. He swung wildly at the flash, and only barely managed to stop the attack when he saw who had rushed him. One of the dog’s childen, a boy of eleven or twelve, holding a wooden sword. Despite being half his height, he looked at the hyena without fear. “Let my dad go!” The invader grinned. “Why, pipsqueak? What are you gonna do?” “Take you down!” The pup stomped his foot. “Get out of here!” The hyena went to swing again, but the pup’s father ran up to block it. “Please, he doesn’t know what he’s doing! Don’t hury my boy, you can have anything you want!” He looked at the half-empty chest. “Alright, wimp. I’ll make you a deal. You give me him,” he nodded toward the boy, “and I’ll let the rest of your family go. Otherwise, I slice through you all, one by one, and burn down everything you’ve got left. What do you say?” The dog’s eyes widened. “No - there has to be something else. You can’t take my child, that’s evil! What do you want him for?” “Oh,” the hyena said with a malicious grin. “Nothing good. Last chance, final offer.” He raised his sword until its tip pressed into the the dog’s neck. “Give him to me, or else.” The father sputtered and, tears in his eyes, agreed. “Fine, yes. I agree.” “Good.” The dog stepped to the side; the hyena quickly swooped in. He grabbed the pup by his middle, and slung him over his right shoulder. “Pleasure doing business with you.” The stunned boy didn’t fight back at first, but when the invader turned around and left the house, he began to kick and shout. “Be brave!” was the last thing his dad said to him, before the hyena left the house and went back into the streets. “Let me go, bully!” The pup tried to fight back, but he was well-pinned in place and no match for an adult warrior. “You’re mine now, pipsqueak. Fighting isn’t gonna do you any good.” He fought all the back to the hyena encampment. They passed other hyena, some soaked in blood, others carrying stolen loot or slaves behind them. One shouted, “Sizani, why are you carrying that kid around?! There’s plenty of gold and women for the taking!” “Mosi, I’ve got all the plunder you need right here,” he replied, laughing as he gave the boy on his shoulder a smack on his small behind. The other hyena chuckled. “Always the fucking *kupoto* you are, Sizani. More for the rest of us.” The boy didn’t really understand what they were talking about, or what Sizani wanted him for, so he still fought all the way back to the encampment. His captor threw him down to the ground inside of his small tent, where he landed with a hard thump. “Ugh..” Sizani closed the tent flap behind him. “What’s your name, pup?” The pup slowly got back to his feet, shaking his head from the impact of the fall. “Zayn. When are you gonna let me go home?” “Not yet, boy. Maybe, someday. If you learn how to behave. But you’ve got a lot of learning to do, first.” Zayn stomped his foot. “I know lots! And just because you’re bigger than me doesn’t mean you get to boss me around. I’m never going to fight for your mean hyena army. So.. so you can just send me home right now!” “Oh no! A cute little puppy isn’t going to charge into battle with us?!” The hyena’s words were beyond sarcastic. “I guess we’ll have to find another role for you.” The adult reached into a satched and pulled out a glass vial filled with clear liquid. Zayn did not know what it was, and was taken by surprise when Sizani grabbed him by the neck and put the unstoppered vial underneath his nose. “Breathe in deep, pup. Inhale.” Zayn tried to resist, but quickly inhaled a lungful of the fumes. And then another. The acrid smell obliterated his senses and made his eyes water. He coughed violently and tried again to get away, but he couldn’t escape. He took another unwilling, unsteady lungful of the fumes before the world collapsed underneath him. His muscles weakened as he collapsed to the ground. His young mind was swimming in new and unfamiliar sensations, and he it was difficult to understand what was happening around him, let alone react to it. He felt Sizani’s large paws roam over his body, warm and rough. They pulled off his tunic and his breeches, leaving him nude. The sensations, already foreign and confusing and weird and kind of good, only intensified after his clothes were shorn off. Those same warm, pushy paws grabbed roughly at his privates. Slick fingertips pushed back his foreskin in a way he’d never experienced before, and tugged on his small ballsac with malicious intent. His mind was swimming and his eyes could not focus, but it did feel good. At least, it did until his tail was forcibly raised up and and two of the hyena’s fingers probed his untouched hole. The first one felt good. Good enough that his little dick had gotten weirdly hard. But the second one was very uncomfortable, and the third one hurt. He couldn’t do much but lay there and take it, though. He tried to tell Sizani to stop, but all that escaped from his muzzle was a pathetic little moan that encouraged him on. The hyena must have noticed something, however. The vial came back to his nose again, and once again he inhaled against his will. And again. His dizzy mind faded even mor deeply, and the third finger no longer hurt. He could feel his muscles relax even further, feel the fight drain from him. Even when the fingers were replaced with something much bigger, he could barely feel the pain. All he felt was the fullness inside of him, the heat and pressure. He had never felt anything like it in his life. Distantly Zayn could hear the adult fucking him saying words - some were in a language he didn’t know, some were common-tongue words he knew were bad, but didn’t really understand what they meant - things like slut, whore, fag. Sizani kept calling him ‘tight’, too - but Zayn could guess what the hyena meant by that, because he FELT tight. The pressure within him was intense. When Sizani flipped him over like a limp sack of potatoes, and his un-focused, dilated eyes watched the hyena slam his hips into his little butt over and over, watching his tummy visibly distend out with the girth of the adult’s cock, he felt beyond tight. Time had no meaning, and Zayn did not know if it went on for five minutes or five hours. At some point, his mind exploded once again when his balls contracted and his hard little dick began to wildly pulse. Convulsion wracked his body, tightened his gaped hole around Sizani’s cock, as he shot his very first load all over his distended stomach. This incensed SIzani, and not long after, he slammed hard into Zayn’s butt and had his own convulsions. Cum pounded the boy’s insides, flooded him entirely, filling him. He thought he had felt full before, but that was nothing compared to this. He felt as though he would explode as each rocking thrust made him fuller and fuller. He did not know how much more he could take; even the fumes were not enough to keep the intensity from worrying him. The hyena pulled out after sometime, and the pressure relieved. Suddenly, Zayn felt nothing but good. He was too fucked up to talk really, still, and he could feel cum flooding out of his ruined tailhole, but he was too intoxicated to care. Even when he felt the rope being tied around his ankle, he didn’t fight. Zayn lay there, dumbly staring up at the top of the tent, smelling the distant smoke and steel, unable to remember anything but being fucked. Sizani tilted him forward and put the end of a hose to his muzzle. “Breathe in.” He was in no position to fight, so he did. The bubbles made him look to the right, and he realized he was breathing in from a water pipe. The white smoke flooded his lungs and made him cough violently. “Good boy. This’ll help you sleep.” Whatever was in the vial had broken his mind and relaxed every muscle in his body, but the smoke from the water pipe was different. It was softer, more mellow. It made him feel heavy and slow and, like Sizani had said, tired. It wasn’t long before he fell asleep. The War of Western Expansion IX - Kabut Campaigns - Month 3 “You know, I really could be a good solider,” said Zayn. They had been marching for a few hours now. Though the pup had been adamant about marching alongside the rest of them, he now rode on Sizani’s powerful shoulders. The hyena did not allow him to wear pants, nor anything underneath his leather skirt, and his puppy musk was already beginning to rile Sizani up. He grunted. “You’ve already got a role, pup. Tell me what it is.” Zayn’s cheeks reddened a little. “I’m your little c-cubslut.” “Yeah. So why’re ya talking about wanting to be a solider now?” “I’m just saying. I could be more than just your h-hole.” Zayn still felt weird saying these words Sizani had taught him. “I could fight! You could train me. You’re a good solider.” The hyena chuckled. “I am. And I’m already training you.” Sizani meant stuffing Zayn’s face into the rug and fucking him raw every night. “I could learn two things! A-and then maybe I could be a real soldier, too. My dad’ll be proud of me if a real solider when I get home.” “What, you think your dad’s not gonna be proud of how good you can take a man’s cock now? You’re starting t’almost be able to take it without enough *mvuke* to make you go limp.” Zayn’s tailhole twitched and contracted at Sizani’s words. “I.. I don’t think boys are supposed to be good at that. They’re supposed to be soliders.” “Men are supposed to be soliders, pup. Boys ain’t. Especially not cute little brats like you.” He spat. “Tell ya what, though. You show me some good discipline, maybe I’ll teach you a little something, huh. No mvuke, no hashish, no liquor. Clear-headed and bright-eyed. Soliders can’t get fucked up all day, pup. Y’know?” The pup’s thighs tightened around Sizani’s neck and he squeezed. “Yeah, yeah! I can do it!” They marched for a while longer, eventually coming to rest at the edge of the hot savannah. Zayn helped him set up their tent, but only moments after they entered, Sizani had tugged his trousers down just enough to get his fully-hard cock force its way out. Its tip was already sticky with pre, and his eyes were dark with lust. “Ready, boy?” Zayn stammered. “A-already?” “Make me sniff your sweaty little dick and hole all day, what’re you expect, pup?” “B-but you said you would train me, and..” “After fucking.” Sizani grabbed Zayn by the back of the head and pressed his cock into the pup’s maw. Though he was finally learning how to take dick, it was still incredibly intimidating. The hyena felt Zayn resist the push and growled. “What’re you waiting for? Fuckin’ brat still does need training.” “I d-don’t! Just..” He whined. “I’ve never.. without any of your stuff that makes my head go all funny..” The boy whined. Impatiently, Sizani stuck his paws into his satchel and pulled out a white pill. “What do you want then, slut? You wanna be trained to be a solider, or you wanna see stars while I pound another orgasm out of that little dick of yours?” He put the pill in front of Zayn’s muzzle. The boy looked between the pill and the cock in front of him, closed his eyes and swallowed the drug. He shut his eyes tightly for a moment, and when he opened them again, there was a dumb little smile on his dumb little puppy face. “That’s what I thought, pup. Now, show me what a obedient little fag you are and suck my cubfucker dick.” He grunted. “Now!” That now-familiar dumb pleasure spread through his mind and his body as quickly as it always had. Nervousness evaporated as the drug took hold. His three-inch dick began to get hard, his well-stretched tailhole clenched in anticipation of having his prostate ruined. The pup opened his muzzle wide and let Sizani take over. The hyena forced his cock so deep down Zayn’s throat that he could only breathe between thrusts. Tears and snot began to drip down his face, but he was still hard. The hyena’s stink was particularly intense after so long on the march. Each breath that Sizani permitted him was thick with musk. Still, he remained hard. He could barely remember why he was nervous about this moment ago. Or why he had been resistant to getting high - it felt so good, after all. Oral was not enough for him. After a few intense minutes, he picked the pup easily, tossed him back don on all fours, and lifted his skirt. He buried his muzzle underneath Zayn’s tail and licked at his hole ferociously, wildly. It had been devastatingly tight on their first meeting, but repeated fucking had loosened it considerably. Sizani could press his tongue deep into the boy’s passage, and he did. Zayn moaned and whimpered, instinctively bucking his hips at the feeling. Another hyena opened the tent-flap at that moment, only to be greeted with the sight of this big, horny hyena face first in his cub’s ass, heavy balls swinging behind him as he pawed his spit-slick dick off. “Sizani, guard shift in - ah fuck, you and yer fuckin’ little boys! Half hour, Sizani!” He grunted his acknowledgment, but did not stop. When the fellow solider left, he got on his knees and primed his cock. “You heard the seargant, little boy. Half hour.” “W-wait,” whined Zayn, his voice trembing. “C-can I have a little more first?” Sizani chuckled. “Fuckin’ drugged up boyslut.” He took one of his glass vials and poured a little bit onto a used pair of his own underwear. The fumes were so intense in the heat that they made the air translucent. He then bunched the briefs up and shoved Zayn’s face into them and the ground, obliterating his mind with musk and drugs. The boy’s little dick pulsed hard simply from the smell, and his ass eagerly accepted every inch of cock Sizani could force into his small body. When he was done, he looked down at the gaped boy beneath him, barely conscious and drooling, eyes literal spirals from the barrage of drugs he was under. Hyena cum spilled out of his behind and the boy’s dick twitched in a puddle of his making. “You’re so fucking mine, pup,” growled Sizani as he stood up and let a stream of hot piss out onto the boy on the ground. It splattered across his back and spilled down his neck and face and thighs and butt, soaking Zayn with his scent. “Little boy with dreams of being a solider, but all he’s good for is his broken mind and ruined ass.” The War of Western Expansion IX - The Siege of Split Rock - Month 8 The crackling of a the campfire could scarcely be heard from behind the riotous laugher of drunk hyenas. One of the most drunk, Safu, shook his head. “You are crazy, Sizani! So many slave women we have captured and you’re still obsessed wtih your one little cub!! A male one, too!!” Sizani laughed. “Best hole I have had in a while. Why should I go for some mediocre sex from unwilling women when I can have cute pup taking it?” “You are crazy. There is no way that boy ass is better than pussy.” He hiccuped. “No way.” “You’re missing out, Sefu. Tell me when, I’ll have my little bitch prove it to you.” Sefu took a l0ng drink of his ale. “Mm. Really?” “Any time you want.” “I don’t know. I do like tits. Like, a lot.” “Sefu, he’ll ride you so hard, you won’t even notice he’s got no tits. And besides, yoru cock will look HUGE compared to how little and cute he is.” Sizani chuckled. “It’s fucking hot.” “Mm. Alright.” Sefu stood up. He was drunk enough to be unsteady on his feet. “Take me to him, then.” Sizani stood. “Let’s go.” It was night, but they made it back to Sizani’s tent without issue. Inside, Zayn was awake and idly sucking on the lit water pipe. His pupils were a little dilated, but he was very rarely sober anymore. There was a half-drunk bottle of rum next to him as well. The boy was fully nude and idly rubbing his soft little cock as he cuddled up to a small plush that Sizani had picked up for him on a raid. There were new tattoos on his arm and back, markers of his position and owner, and eye shadow masking the dark circles underneath his eyes. “You’re back eaarly, Zayn said, softly slurring his words. “I think you missed my butt.” He rolled over onto his tummy, arched his back and lifted his tail. He began to sway his hips, teasingly. “Not me, Zayn.” Sizani stepped to the side, letting Sefu inside. “Someone else does.” It was quite a sight to which his fellow solider was greeted. The pup’s exposed butt wagging in the air as he drunkenly whined. Sefu whistled. “Fuck.. he's so small. Can he really take it all?” Zayn was the one that responded. “I can take it. I’ve been w-well-trained. I’m od- obdi- obdient.” The word seemed to be too much of a challenge for the pup in his current mental state. “And you want it, too, don’t you, boy? You want Sefu to fuck you?” Sizani nudged his friend. Zayn whined. “I doooo. I love how it feels. When it rubs against my.. my..” “Your prostate, slut. You like it when your big cock pounds your little prostate hard enough to make your little pupdick cum.” “Yeah, t-that’s it.” The pup hiccuped. “Come on, mister. Fuck me. Fuck Sizani’s whore.” It was odd to hear such filthy talk coming out of the mouth of an twelve-year-old, even among the hyenas. Still, it made Sefu’s cock hard. With a little trepidation, he tugged his trousers down around. His cock was massive, even bigger than Sizani’s, and he closed the distance betweem them quickly. Its hot head found the spot between Zayn’s cheeks quickly. “Fuck, he’s begging for it. None of the women do that.” “Get em young and they’re so easy to shape.” Sizani grabbed Zayn by his muzzle and tilted it up. There was a dumb, faded smile on his lips. “Are you sure he can take all of it? I don’t wanna, y’know. Kill him.” “He can do it. He needs his hole ruined by a monster like yours. I’ll give him a little bit of extra courage, though.” Sizani took the bottle and tilted it to Zayn’s muzzle, forcing the boy to drink. The liquor was strong and, while the pup had gotten used to the taste over time, so much so quickly burned his sinuses and made his eyes water. It quickly went to his head, and the soft slurring of words turned into little more than indecipherable whining and moaning. “Go on,” said Sizani. “He can take it.” The drunk Sefu spat on his paw and lubed the head of his fat dick with it. As Sizani promised, Zayn’s hold took it in eagerly, spreading wide to accomodate his girth. It was still plenty tight, though - how could it not be, when the boy was so small - and as warm and wet as any pussy. All he could hear were the boy’s drunken moans as he got impaled. He closed his eyes at first, pretending that he was fucking a woman instead of an eager boy. But it felt so good, and Zayu’s fur was so soft, that quickly realized Sizani was right - he didn’t care. When he opened them again, he realized that the drunk cub’s owner had half-undressed also and buried his cock in Zayn’s muzzle, spit-roasting him. This didn’t bother him at all. “Fuck,” said Sefu. “So hot. He’s fucking taking the whole thing!” “I know.” Sizani grunted. “His muzzle’s good too, but nothing beats his ass. I feel like I’m gonna split him open every time. Fucking hot.” They each pounded away. Zayn had never felt so stuffed in his life, every inch of his body was filled with cock. Rarely had the boy felt like he was nothing more than a hole to be used, a bottomless pit of pleasure, destined to never do anything with his life but be ruined and make men cum. The ability to think faded from him. All that was left were sensations. Pain and wild pleasure, smell and test, intoxicating pressure. He had zero control over what was happening to him - even his breathing was dictated by Sefu’s giant cock smashing into his diaphragm and forcing him to exhale, timed against Sizani’s cock withdrawing from his trache and allowing him to breathe. Precum coated his tongue and throat and nose and mouth. He should have been afraid, but the drugs made all of that go away. All he thought about was making them cum. About the convulsions through his body every time his prostate was pounded. About being the good, obedient slut that Sizani had taught him to be. Sefu didn’t last very long. He slammed hard into Zayn’s behind, sending electricity through the boy’s body as his cock erupted violently. Sizani pulled out a moment after, still pawing himself off at the sight, and Zayn moaned in broken, ruined pleasure. “Love.. love.. love.” He slurred that word over and over as his hard little cock exploded next, shooting a load into his tummy fur and onto the rug. His strength collapsed at that point, but Sizani picked him up by the nape of his neck. The spirals in the cub’s eyes showed that there wasn’t an ounce of intelligence left in them at the moment. Sizani pawed himself all over Zayn’s face and chest, smothering the ruined boy with his hot seed, watching it spill down his dumb face before letting him collapse back onto the ground. “Fuck,” said Sefu, as he pulled his trousers back up. “You know how to win an argument, Siz.” The War of Western Expansion IX - The Bayda Uprising - Month 13 The invader strode through the burning town with purpose, following streets and alleys as if he knew exactly where he was headed. He only faced minor resistance - none of it serious. When he found the large house he was looking for, he violently kicked the front door open. Part of him had hoped something changed over the last year - that being exposed to this level of violence would have at least prompted the family to arm themselves, or learn to fight back. Instead, he was greeted with almost exactly the same sight as last time. A dog man, looking older and worse for wear, with a family huddled toward the back. “Please,” the man said. “Don’t hurt us, we’re..” Sizani laughed. “I guess you don’t recognize me, do you? Maybe you remembering offering up your son to the barbarian hyena horde raiding your city?” The man’s face dropped. “No.. No, it’s you? Why are you here? Are you here to take another one of my children?! I won’t allow it! What did you do to my Zayn!?” “I did you a favor, you pathetic loser. I trained him for you.” He shouted behind him. “Slut, get in here!” The pup stumbled in from behind the door. Zayn leaned up against Sizani for support, clearly intoxicated on something. There were even more tattoos on his body now, as well as eye-shadow that some of the slave-ladies had taught him how to apply. He was not wearing anything but a skirt. His small paws went right for the hyena’s crotch. “Mmm..” The man’s eyes widened. “Zayn?! Is that you?” The boy turned around and cocked his head curiously, before looking up at Sizani for guidance. The hyena scratched behind the cub’s ears. “You know who this is, boy?” “N-no.” He looked more carefully. “Wait. Maybe, I..” He shook his head. “No. No.” The cub tugged on Sizani’s shirt. “My head is doing the thing again. I don’t like it.” Sizani explained, “He means thinking.” The hyena held out two pills for the boy, who accepted them gratefully and swallowed. His pupils dilated before turning into spirals. “That better?” Zayn sighed, dumb and happy again. “Yeah.” “That’s your dad over there, Zayn. You don’t recognize him?” “Mm.” The boy stumbled over toward his father and lifted his shirt. “Hi, daddy. Do you want to fuck me?” The man was too shocked to respond. “W..what?! Zayn, what are you doing?!” The cub’s paws went right down his father’s pants, as he’d been trained to do. “Your son wants you to fuck him, daddy.” His voice, already childlike, became even more so. “Don’t you want to feel your big cock inside me? I promise, I’ll make you cum.” He looked at Sizani, unsure of what to do but furious. “What have you done to my boy?!” “He’s just a little confused. Lots of the guys want him to call ‘em daddy. He ain’t lying though, he’ll ride your dick well.” His face turned white. “Zayn, please! Don’t you remember me? Your father?! You don’t need to do this anymore!” The boy hiccuped. “I want to, daddy. I need it. My cute little butt is begging for daddy’s big dick.” He turned around, raised his tail and lifted his skirt. “Please, I need you to fuck me so, so bad..” Sizani chuckled. “I don’t think you’re getting through to him.” “You’ve drugged him and raped him and made him believe this is normal! You’re going to leave him with us, we can fix him!” “Eh.” Sizani shrugged. “Zayn, do you want to stay with your father, or do you want to come back with me?” “Zayn, stay with me. I’m your father. I promise, no one will rape you, no one will force you to take drugs. You can be a regular boy again! We’ll make you better, I promise! Don’t you want that?” The boy slipped out from his father’s grasp and stumbled back to Sizani. “No. I wanna go with you. I- I need it.” He looked up at the hyena. “I need your cock really bad..” He gave squeezed the boy’s ass underneath his skirt. “Soon enough. But do you want a little brother, Zayn? Should we take one of them with us, or leave them all here?” “Wait!” shouted the boy’s father, but Sizani’s sword was already pointed at him. Zayn giggled. “Yeah! Let’s take one!” “Pick a cute one out for me, huh?” The puppy stumbled over toward his family. There was no recognition in his eyes, but their paws were all over him, pleading with him to stay. The words meant nothing to him. He pulled over another boy, just a year or two younger than Zayn himself. “What’s your name, kid?” “Ziya.” The younger boy folded his arms. “I’m not going with you! And Zayn is gonna stay with us! Right, bro?” Zayn paid no attention to his brother’s words, and only giggled. “I know you like the bratty ones. Plus, his butt is almost as cute as mine.” Ziya’s face turned red. “Zayn, how can you talk like that?!” “Aw, brother. Sizani will teach you, too. We’re going to have so much fun together.” The hyena took the younger one over his shoulder, just as he had done with Zayn a year ago. The boy fought, helplessly. “Wait,” their father cried, running after them, into the blood-soaked streets. The uprising was nearly quelled. “Please, you can’t take both of my boys and turn them into fags! How can you do this to us?!” “Easily enough.” He chuckled. “Maybe next time there’s an uprising, you’ll actually try to stop me. But nah, you’ll probably just keep pumpin’ em out, all while thinking about my cock as much as your son does.” Ziya’s legs kept kicking as he shouted to be let down, so they turned around. “Say goodbye to your dad, Zayn.” “W-whatever,” the boy slurred, as his father fell to his knees. “His dick was small anyway.” Sizani laughed all the back to the encampment.