The Scout

Lyra almost couldn’t contain her tail. She knew her parents would think it unbecoming of a young sergal lady to have her tail swishing back and forth like a happy dog, but she couldn’t help it.

The scout core was considered a highly desirable post for her people. Firstly, it was not a frontline position so the danger was far less than it would be had she joined the militia proper. That said it was still ‘military’ which brought prestige, if she was good enough at it she could gain rank and move her whole family up social classes.

Also on a more practical note it meant that her parents functionally had one less mouth to feed now that the core would provide for her. In times like these that was relevant.

The Shigu clan had been on a war path. Not that much was known about their new leader, other than her name ‘Rain’ and that she had gained a terrible reputation, for raiding supply lines and burning villages. It was more important than ever so more and more scouts had been enlisted to keep tabs on the activities of any rogue elements that even sort of could be a member of the Shigu.

Lyra was one of said new recruits. A teen of impressive athletic skill and cusping on adulthood she had been selected. It took all she had to remain calm and professional as she stepped up and had the basic pin of the scout core attached to her new simple uniform. She knew things would change forever.

Training was hard. Lots of running, but a surprising amount of bookwork as well. She had to know how to take careful notes that fully encompassed all that she had seen on her missions, but also had to limit the wordiness to not run out of pages in her log book. This led to lots of shorthand and pseudo code speak that she had drilled into her over long months as a new recruit before finally she was out on her first real mission.

She was out in a pair with a more experienced scout. Teamwork is important after all and two is far better than one while still being small enough to not draw attention. Her partner was an older male, well older for her, he was still in his twenties, and she didn’t really care for him too much.

“So. You the new brat?” He had asked upon meeting her.

“Yes sir. I’m eager to serve our people by your side.” She had replied with as much spunk as she could manage only to be met with eye rolls.

But at least she was on a real mission now. They travelled fast, sleeping little, along the ridges overlooking the corrupted Talyxian lands.

“Why are we using this route sir?” She asked, “Not many people travel this close to the Talyxian, its dangerous to stay there long.”

“Makes it a good route to avoid detection. And our target was most recently seen near a village that borders these lands.”

“Our target sir? This is just a scout mission, we are supposed to patrol right?”

“Shut it kid. You want to move up in the world? You gotta take risks” he barked at her, “If we bring real intelligence of that bitch’s movements it would look really good for us”

“I suppose… wait by ‘that bitch’ who do you…?” She had started before he continued.

“Maybe then they wont stick me with the damn scrubs anymore.” He half growled as he talked, then broke into a jog towards the disturbingly blue and purple landscape spread out before them.

“Wait.. hey?!” Lyra shouted after her instructor and took off after him. He had ignored her though and just keep going. After awhile she saw what may have set him off. A slight smoke trail deep among the flesh trees. Someone was out there, but could it really be ‘her’?

Lyra quieted down, as much as she wanted to demand answers she knew well enough that if they were anywhere near an enemy that they couldn’t draw attention. She moved quietly as she was trained to, weaving around the pseudo fauna of the Talyxian lands. The trees weren’t immediately dangerous just to be near, but acted very differently to normal ones, some could drug you, some could infect you, and some were predatory.

It was most of the day to travel to the distant smoke sign, but eventually they had reached her instructors chosen destination. One glance was all she needed for her breath to catch in her throat.

It was a war band. A fairly large one too. She could see dozens of men and women scattered about. All were armed and armored proving that this wasn’t a guarded caravan, but a band of soldiers. She glanced at her instructor only to see a grin that could only be considered ‘giddy’ on his face. She glanced back and looked closer at the soldiers and saw the insignia.

“No way…” She breathed quickly scribbling down her notes.

“She’s got to be here” Her instructor said.

“We should go.”

“No.” He snapped and continued on with her following. They crawled and creeped along the fleshy ground; the strange matter pulsed as they stepped on it. It was gross, Lyra didn’t like it, but this was her job, and she wasn’t’ about to give up. She followed her instructor, scribbling notes with each momentary stop as they circled and got closer and closer to the camp.

This was dangerous. Too dangerous. Were scouts really supposed to get his close? Was a trainee really supposed to be this close? She was about to try to silently demand they move back when from over the crest of a hill they saw a golden clad female, clearly in charge.

No no no.. they really needed to leave. If that was who Lyra thought it was then… this was way too dangerous. She had to get out of here, but couldn’t abandon her partner. That was tantamount to desertion. She had to convince him to give up this fool’s errand.

Unfortunately she never got the chance, the woman that she was now sure was Rain seemed to look right their way just as her instructor’s earsplitting screech for pain pierced the still air. She spun around just in time to see him fall with a spear in his back, then spun to face his attacker when the rear end of said spear connected with her face.

Lyra wasn’t sure how long she was out after getting her face clobbered, but it was long enough for her to be brought to the camp and searched.

Very thoroughly searched.

By the time she woke up she was naked. They had literally tracked everything, even her clothing. She could see some of it piled up along the sides of the large tent she was now in. She tried to stand only for a sudden jolt to stop her as something tightened around her neck. She glanced down and found a living vine coiled around her neck that tightened like a slipknot when she tried to get up. She gasped for air and flopped back down in surprise.

“So finally awake little scout” An oddly sweet feminine voice said, “They are recruiting them young now, huh?”

Lyra spun around then almost passed out, “R-R-R---”

“Yes…. Congrats little scout” The Raider general said as she stood up from her bed, “Congratulations you’ve found the elusive General Rain.”

Lyra looked on from her kneeling position in silent shock, she didn’t know what to say. Rian was out of her armor and in a simple robe, making her look oddly… normal. Sure, she was still large and intimidating, and had bright demonic yellow eyes, but she looked like, well like a woman, baring an odd bulge under her robes.

“Luckily for you, your notes make it clear you hadn’t yet managed to send a message about this place to anyone.”

“Lucky?” Lyra stammered out.

“Yes. If You had, I’d have to move my camp, and I wouldn’t waste time bringing you along. If you catch my drift.”

Lyra did and gulped.

“Even more lucky for you, I think I have some use of you.” Rain stepped closer, the odd bulge seeming to grow, “They always make the most fit into scouts, and you dear are exceptional even among their ranks with that body of yours. I think I’ll have a taste.”

Lyra jerked back trying to get away only to be choked by the vine and pulled back down. She couldn’t be sure if Rain was being literal or metaphorical. Was she going to be ACTAULLY eaten, or…

Apparently, it was metaphorical as Rain removed her robes making her intentions very clear. Though now Lyra had another problem to deal with. A currently fully erect problem pointed right at her. Apparently, rain wasn’t a woman after all, or was a combination thereof. The impressive set of full and round breasts on her chest made her femininity obvious, but the trunk of a member between her legs demonstrated her masculine side as well.

Lyra gasped and tried to shout as rain grabbed her by the neck and slammed her down to the ground before getting on top of her, “Ohh you’re barely even a teenager huh. Such a cutie” Rain hissed into her neck.

Lyra froze in panic. Her legs slamming together in a vain attempt to stop what would come next. Rain shoved her knee between Lyra’s legs and pushed, forcing her to spread, so open wide and present herself.

“No… Please” Lyra begged quietly, knowing it was useless as Rain reached finger down to her crotch, gripping onto her clit hood and forcibly lifting it, making her open her most vulnerable places.
“You don’t get to say no” Rain said with a grin and with a single mighty thrust Lyra had lost her dignity, and her virginity.

Lyra cried out, desperately gripping her assailant for all the good it did while the member inside her continued forward, sliding farther and farther and stretching her more than she thought possible. In the end she screamed when the last inches slid into place, only to be silenced, and almost smothered by her assailants much more feminine side slamming down on her face.

Lyra blushed as her face was enveloped by a substantial set of womanly assets. Her whole body almost vanishing below the larger woman that pinned her down. Was ‘woman’ the word? Or should it be ‘man’? or something else?

Those thoughts were driven fully from her mind as Rain’s thrusts accelerated, becoming a full rut as Lyra’s body was used roughly and brutally. She could do nothing, but whimper and shudder under her captor as she was used.
To make the horror even worse she soon felt a pressure growing inside herself. A pressure she recognized from her ‘alone time’ when she was feeling frustrated. Her body was reacting to this. She was getting aroused, getting wet, and she wasn’t able to hold the feeling in for long.

The moan that escaped her lips seemed to egg Rain on to impossibly savage trust, pure strength violating Lyra’s body as she was fucked into the ground by thrust after hip-shattering thrust. Her body reacted more and more to it all. How? Why? She shouldn’t be enjoying this. Her body should by about to….

As Lyra orgasmed her screams of defeat, violation and pleasure barely escaped form between the breasts that were smothering her face. Her pussy tightened down even more on the immense cock inside her. The motion pushed rain over the edge too and Lyra was suddenly pumped even more full as a gush of semen flooded her fertile womb.

And at long last the thrusting stopped.

It was a long moment before Rain’s member started to shrink and she pulled out. Both rain and Lyra were gasping for breath as Lyra lay limply on the ground looking up at her rapist.

“Not bad at all” Rain said, “Be good and I’ll keep you… I think you’d like to be my toy.”

Lyra winced and the look on her face must have told rain her real thoughts.

“No? well if you don’t want to be a good girl I’ll give you to the rest of the camp”

Lyra’s eyes went wide at the thought of being free use for all the soldiers of rain’s force. “I-I’ll be good, I’ll be a good girl,” she stammered up at Rain, who’s smile only widened.