Officer Yeou awoke early, feeling rather chipper despite the Wolf Unit's recent setbacks. It had been several days since assistant Jogjebi's infiltrator unit had failed to report in from their secret mission to undermine Flower Hill. Knowing their tenacious foe's capacity, the calculating vixen chalked the weasel squad up as goners. This meant her greatest rival for Commander Seungnyangi's esteem had disappeared. Her mind was already spinning with new schemes and strategies. Now the foxy officer could finally cement her status as the gruff leader's favorite, and enjoy the unparalleled privileges that entailed.
When the vulpine lieutenant exited her personal quarters in the officer's barracks, she spied a pair of stoic wolf soldiers on guard. Officer Yeou's high-spirits translated into a burning desire to test the mettle and deference of the hulking soldiers. With a pompous stance, Yeou rounded on them and began barking out in an admonishing litany, "What's this? Explain your disheveled uniforms and at-ease stances! Were you two up all-night leering through my keyhole for a peek of my red fur? Hmm? Both of you, drop and give me fifty-- no, eighty!" With no hesitation and a guttural declaration of affirmation, the two Wolf Unit privates were on the floor doing push-ups.
Yeou's whiskered muzzle sneered derisively as the two lupine grunts compliantly began their rigors on the floor. Their fur-covered muscles flexed and rippled with each rep, their tails wagging in pace. All the while, the vixen's eyes followed every motion hungrily. "Your form is terrible! Are your backs bent from slouching around lazily, or from hanging your heads in shame all the time? You two need better motivation to keep straight!" And with that final recrimination, the slender vixen promptly heaved herself upon the straining underlings.
The wolf soldiers were forced to match the pace of their increasingly strained push-ups when Lt. Yeou plopped herself length-wise across their lower-backs, earning a pained yelp from the tired pair. The fox woman luxuriated on them like she was reclining on a poolside lounge chair, arms and paws folded across the back of her fluffy ears. The two wolf men knew better than to relent to the unbearable strain of their situation, as the lieutenant was famous for dishing out draconian disciplinary sessions for the smallest of infractions. Adrenaline and the fear of punishment kept them pumping along, though barely, while the vixen indulged in her profound sense of power and status.
Morning pleasantries complete, Lt. Yeou had a bouncy step to her normally prim gait. She had a feeling this morning's briefing with their honorable commander would be a momentous one. Assistant Jogjebi would surely be declared MIA, and his responsibilities would naturally be delegated to her capable management. It was everything the dedicated fox could do, to try to ease the great commander Seungnyangi's stress from this senselessly difficult campaign to take Flower Hill. However, just as soon as she'd arrived, Lt. Yeou was immediately knocked-off kilter by a new figure in the lost assistant's seat at the war room.
Slightly across from her, and to the wolf commander's left, was an usually slim weasel woman wearing a rather familiar black jacket and green turtleneck. Before she could piece together the tumultuous situation, however, Seungnyangi's rough voice broke out, "As you may all be aware, my trusted assistant Jogjebi's mission to link up with a group of Weasel Unit troops and embed our 'Sturgeon' robots into the vicinity of Flower Field has likely failed. Upon receiving news of this impudent enemy action, another member of their family's martial clan has stepped up to assume Jogjebi's responsibilities. Everyone, stand to attention for my new personal assistant, officer Dambi!"
Lt. Yeou was almost too riled to rise. She had trouble coping with her suddenly dashed hopes of attaining greater station in the decorated Wolf Unit. This was her big chance to gain entrance into the upper echelons of command, and here was a rangy, mangy, promiscuously-dressed polecat, muscling into position at commander Seungnyangi's side before her own brother's corpse was likely cold. The fox woman almost felt the temerity to speak up regarding the matter, but was cut off by assistant Dambi's introductory speech. The vixen was immediately put-off by the weasel woman's low, sultry, and accented tone, "Ah, yes, esteemed commander Seungnyangi, you are too kind. I know that I inherit a great set of shoes to fill with my new duties. My brothers were faithful soldiers of the Weasel Unit, and were dedicated in their efforts to bring this backwards region to heel. I will strive to prove their memory proud, and finally bring Flower Hill to account for their defiance. Thank you all, sir." And with that, the tomboyish weasel sat back down at her seat. The watching fox woman couldn't help but stroke her own tail in subconscious anxiety.
The vindictive vixen woman couldn't take eyes off her new rival throughout the meeting. Dambi responded by casting knowing, sly glances at Lt. Yeou from the corner of her beady eyes, rousing the fox into an increasingly incensed state. The details of the morning's announcements were lost on the frazzled lieutenant's mind, the sudden turn of fortunes gnawing at her sense of authority. The mustelid hussy appeared a good bit younger than Yeou, and had the high-cheekbones and tapering snout that drove the wolf boys out here wild. Though she didn't like to outwardly acknowledge it, Lt. Yeou greatly prized her status as the Wolf Unit's most desirable female. The uncompromising vixen found this younger woman's intrusion into her domain profoundly unsettling. Yeou especially didn't care for the way commander Seungnyangi would glance at the sinuous Dambi whenever the wanton lass shifted about, or let loose an exaggerated stretch.
After the debriefing concluded, Lt. Yeou selected her moment to confront the intrusive new weasel. She plotted to lay the upstart low, and let this 'Dambi' know that Yeou was the senior officer here, and commander Seungnyangi's most trusted advisor. "Excuse me, Miss Dumbi? I'd like to take a moment to help you... adjust to the way we do things around here," Yeou spread her arm across the weasel woman's back, letting her know the vixen was taller, though not by much, and pulled Dambi in closer by the shoulder. "Your role as the honorable Seungnyangi's assistant is mostly clerical in nature. You'll answer directly to ME, especially considering any important matters concerning the commander. It's very important that I am aided in my efforts to support our leader through this stressful campaign. Am I understood?"
Dambi walked along with the fox woman, and replied in her sing-song accent, "Ya, guy, I'm so glad to hear it spelled out nicely. I understand perfectly, I'm not here for any trouble! You've been here a very, very long time, out in the grime and thick of it, struggling and stressing. I can see that plainly on your worn facial fur. I'm just here to represent the next generation in this conflict, ready to inherit the mantle you're about to pass down. We're all on the same team here, right, lieutenant? Rest your bones, I'm here to take care of commander Seungnyangi's every need." The upstart weasel punctuated her final word by impudently pressing an index claw to Lt. Yeou's nose and pressing down, before whipping out from underneath the woman's arm and scampering off. The vixen was left feeling absolutely rabid, and huffed off to find some privates to dress down.
The insufferable new mustelid woman was worse than Lt. Yeou had ever anticipated. Their rivalry was instantaneous and vicious, a shadow war between the two vying women, trying to isolate the other from commander Seungnyangi's consideration at every opportunity. Yeou was haunted by the hot and heavy rumors swirling around base, which for once, were not centered around her own escapades. Dambi's exotic manner and lithe frame was causing a stir among the randy Wolf Unit soldiers. Apparently, Lt. Yeou's fluffy tail was old news to the chafing canine grunts, and she felt particularly ashamed to find herself batting it about around base to try to get more attention from the lads.
Finally, however, an opportunity arose for Lt. Yeou. The frontline soldiers on leave were being cycled to the Wolf Unit camp for an entertainment extravaganza, and base personnel were encourage to exhibit their talents for the troops. This would be the perfect chance to really contend with her new nemesis, and reclaim her status as most-desirable woman in the Wolf Unit corps. The militant fox was skilled at gymnastics, and knew a salacious acrobatics display would set canine tongues wagging. But just as soon as she'd applied, the fox officer discovered assistant Dambi had applied for a time slot on stage as well. This would be a true test, and Lt. Yeou vowed to do whatever it took to get ahead of that stringbean weasel whore.
The vulpine officer was a born sneak, and applied herself to spying on her weaselly competitor. She'd heard rumors from a helpful soldier that Dambi was spending long hours alone in her quarters, likely training for the upcoming event. When the next opportunity arose, Lt. Yeou carefully made way to the persistent assistant's room, hoping to find some means of gaining advantage over, or thwarting the haughty mink. Even so, the proud fox woman wasn't at all prepared for the sight that awaited her. Yeou glanced around the distressingly opulent quarters, noticing a whole pile of gifts and flowers stuffed haphazardly in a corner of the room. Her eyes were drawn by motion to a dart-board on the wall, where a dirty, frayed picture of her own smiling fox muzzle was pinned. The insult of this was enough to make the vixen grind her teeth, but what happened next made her truly quake with indignity.
The vixen caught the next shot more clearly, seeing Dambi laying on the floor, her back against the bed, throwing ping-pong balls at Lt. Yeou's picture. But the vulpine officer soon realized the weasel wasn't just throwing the ping-pong balls at her portrait, Dambi was shooting them... from her vagina. Almost gasping in shock, the fox observed how Dambi had loaded up a whole salvo of the plastic orbs inside herself, and carefully squeezed off several surprisingly accurate, and slightly wet, shots on the hung picture.
Yeou was sickened by the prurience of it, but grew more mortified upon realizing this was going to be Dambi's competition act. How could an aging fox like her hope to compete with such shameless exhibitionism? At least, while preserving a modicum of decency and self-respect? Yeou anxiously draped her own long, bushy tail over her shoulder. The proud vixen was left grumbling nervously, pawing and stroking her tail like a warm security blanket as she fretted over the implications of it all, what she'd have to do to keep up. But when the weasel turned to glance at the window, the flustered fox bolted immediately.
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By the time of the talent show proper, Lt. Yeou had mentally and physically steeled herself for what laid ahead. Her special outfit was all ready, and she was still coughing up flecks of glitter from blowing up the balloons. She hadn't truly expected the scale of the event, and kept glancing at the thousands of arranged folding chairs filled with pent-up soldiers from the Wolf Unit. They seem agitated from the poor performances so far, and a raucous mood dominated the charged air. The stage-frightened vixen kept waffling as the moment of her performance neared. She kept having to repeat to herself that this was what she really wanted, that she wanted the soldiers' adoration, and even more so, commander Seungnyangi's attention.
Lt. Yeou was slated to go on stage before assistant Dambi. The damnable harlot kept in the backroom, likely pumping out a few more ping-pong test firings from her weasel vagina in preparation. The vixen realized her time to shine had arisen after a dejected mouse juggler moped off the stage and passed by her left. Yeou tried to ignore the rodent's shocked expression at seeing her outfit, fortifying her courage with a clenched fist while she stepped forward into the spotlight. The plastic balloons rubbed together noisily with her every step. "Hello, boys! It's me, Lieutenant Yeou Mopi here, deciding to pop around to see you all! I'm ever so happy to see all you strong, healthy, men here, primed and ready to party! Now, let's get to it before we all deflate!" And with that, Yeou slid out a thin needle that was pinned to her garrison cap, and used it to pop one of the balloons on her shoulder. As the balloon popped, the glitter within sprayed out in a prismatic flourish.
Howls and whistles immediately greeted the vixen's salacious public offering. The campaign to take Flower Hill had been a long, grueling, and bloody affair, and what Lt. Yeou was offering was seldom seen on the frontlines. Her outfit of red balloons was systematically dismantled in bright plumes of unleashed glitter. She matched the occasionally balloon piercings with a teasing show of high-kicks and thigh-spraining splits. One by one, the dancing officer popped the balloons tied to the loose netting around her body, slowly revealing her crimson, black, and white fox fur underneath. Yeou even went so far as to bend over and twirl her tail around, earning an almost deafening series of finger-whistles and catcalls from the excited audience. Each pop sent a small, explosive shockwave of air across her nearly-nude body, making Lt. Yeou repeatedly question the wisdom of her actions. Why had she let that bitch weasel drag her down to this? Here the fox woman was, nearly forty, with only three balloons left to cover her feminine shame. She kept her tail curled down over the crack of her rump to keep that side covered, but she realized the soldiers were still desperately crying for more.
The needle-bearing paw rose high with triumphant aplomb, and Yeou decided to pop both her breast balloons at once to get it over with. She felt the shredding rubber snap at her nipples, and suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious about her rather flat chest. The watching wolves had no reservations about her small fox titties, however, and the audience floor was soon a chaotic sea of ecstatic lupine troops. Realizing she'd gone this far, the lieutenant was moments from piercing the final, solitary balloon between her fluffy thighs, before she suddenly froze. All at once, officer Yeou realized she'd never even been before this many people at once, much less while utterly naked. Her thin legs began visibly quivering, until she was shaking to her shoulders. She felt desperately vulnerable, and just wanted to go back to her quarters now, somehow hoping she could forget about everything that had transpired. But her feetpads were rooted to the stage floor, and her poised needle encouraged the jeering spectators to demand the final act of exposure. With an unsteady paw, Lt. Yeou finally gave in, gasping slightly from the loud pop of the final balloon.
She stood there, now almost totally naked except for the balloon tatters connected to her loose body netting. The proud fox's vulpine pubic fluff was bared before a sea of ogling canine eyes. Her nipples were hard from her fraught state. Yeou tried to swing her hips a bit back and forth, eliciting frenzied howling from her audience, but doing nothing to rekindle her own faltered enthusiasm for the stripshow. The vixen suddenly lost all nerve, and trundled off the stage with downcast eyes and drooped ears, despite the deafening applause. Worse, Dambi was waiting right in the stage exit hall to greet her, the slender weasel unabashedly gazing over the older fox woman's bared assets. "Good luck trying to upstage that, b-bitch! They're cheering for ME!" Lt. Yeou snarled angrily, baring her teeth.
The mustelid women raised her paws up defensively, showing the fox a paddle in one hand, and tube of plastic balls in the other. "Calm down, sister officer! You got me; I doubt my little ping-pong show will earn that kind of reception. Great show out there, I learned a lot!" Lt. Yeou nearly struck out at assistant Dambi when the weasel took a cheap Parthian shot with her ping-pong paddle on the vixen's bared behind while passing, but the weasel had already scampered onto stage. The frazzled fox woman stayed to witness her rival's own debauchery, glad to at least see the other woman get subjected to similar humiliation. But the vixen's muzzle slowly screwed up in horror, as Dambi proceeded to display a weird kind of juggling act, where she managed to keep three ping-pong balls in various stage of airborne bounce with the single paddle. Upon finding that there would be no vaginal projectiles during the weasel's surprisingly tame act, Lt. Yeou realized she'd been played like a fool. The weasel never intended to debase herself like Yeou just had, and now Yeou herself was worried about what her beloved Seungnyangi would think of all this.
The red-furred officer was a roiling pit of emotions in that moment, snuggled into her olive greatcoat for modesty as she scouted around for her commanding officer. Lt. Yeou wanted a chance to explain herself, to gauge how the distinguished wolf leader would react to her public immodesty. Everywhere she went, the wolf soldiers were hounding her with winks and whistles, letting the vixen know that her antics would not be soon forgotten among the close-knit Wolf Unit. Finally spying the commander, Lt. Yeou saw an odd expression on his canine muzzle, which she took for disapproval. "Sir, I... I can explain everything. This is... it's perfidy, damn it! She's undermining me-- this whole unit, damnit!" But the blue-eyed wolf man stopped her explanations by grabbing the vixen's arm and leading her aside.
Lt. Yeou felt a growing sense of unease while she was ported out of the impromptu gathering hall towards the officer's barracks. Commander Seungnyangi seemed tense, and the embarrassed fox woman didn't have the courage to question him in the moment. She was worried about just how angry he was over the whole debacle. Seeing him leaning on his walking cane, she began desperately wishing not to feel it thwack against her fluffy thighs in punishment. But when she was brought inside into a low-key, cushy party where all the other officers seemed to be congregating, the fox woman's mind swam with questions. The lupine commandants voice was a sultry growl, "I liked your show, Lt. Yeou, I think a lot of us did. All of us would like a more... private exhibition of your talents."
Lt. Yeou shivered a bit as she felt the wolf man's big paw rub across her back. She could barely manage a response, "You, um-- they all want to see me, ah, dance again? I don't... I don't have anymore balloons..."
The domineering wolf commander was quick to assuage her concerns, "No worries, my Yeou, no worries. Just... pick up from where you left off. I have someone coming over to, ah, keep you company."
The distraught vixen wasn't ready for when commander Seungnyangi directed her over to a smaller, even more make-shift stage, where assistant Dambi was arriving simultaneously. The weasel woman seemed just as shocked to see Lt. Yeou there, and was only wearing a loose, sheer silk kimono upon her boyish frame. "Commander Seungnyangi? What's this, what's She doing here?" the weasel demanded, pointing with accusatory vehemence at Lt. Yeou.
"Consider this a, ah, team building exercise. I've noticed some bad blood brewing among you two, and I think the rest of us officers her would like to see you two... blow it off. Just get all that hot steam out of your systems, ladies." For emphasis, the wolf leader lifted Lt. Yeou's greatcoat off, again revealing her bared fox fur to the leering wolf senior officers in attendance, as well as the increasingly agitated Dambi. "I think you two could really hit it off together, and learn from this whole experience. In fact, assistant Dambi, could you teach Lt. Yeou here that fascinating technique you displayed last night with those ping-pong balls?"
The weasel woman put her paws up in the clear negative, but Seungnyangi bodily pushed officer Yeou onto the stage, the fox woman nearly colliding with her mustelid rival. Lt. Yeou was silent, but began clutching at her puffed-out tail in an infantile manner. Dambi shrilly squeaked out angrily, "W-what? You can't expect me to-- with her? Just what are you expecting to see us two... do together, exactly?"
Both the fox and weasel women stared with mounting disgust as their revered commanding officer raised two clawed fingers in a distinct V shape, and lasciviously slid his tongue between the digits in a gesture clearly intimating cunnilingus. Both Assistant Dambi and Lt. Yeou were left apprehensively staring at each other's bodies, as their commanding officer's unseemly request became increasingly clear to the unlikely pair. Despite their mutual hatred for each other, their most trusted leader, as well as the Wolf Unit's senior command, were all eagerly awaiting a lubricious, public lesbian sexcapade from them.
Lt. Yeou stared into commander Seungnyangi's bright, blue eyes, and moved forward to embrace the much more reluctant weasel, Dambi, who balked at the intimate contact. Assistant Dambi looked like she was about to heave the taller fox woman off, but stayed sullenly silent as the vixen slid her black-furred paws under the mustelid girl's flowing kimono dress.