Hey Everyone!
I've been looking for new platforms to share my stories, and thought I'd try out Literotica. I write furry fetish stories, most of which focus on ballbusting.
This story, however, does NOT contain ballbusting. This is a free-use and edging focused story about some sexy rat women and a very lucky/unlucky human man.
I apologize for any formatting errors, this is my first time submitting on this site!
(Also, while this story does start with a battle, there's no injuries or anything like that!)
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The humans opened fire the instant they saw the cat pop out of cover. But it was too late, the sniper had already pulled the trigger.
PING!
The bullet clipped Private Nicholson's helmet, knocking him backwards. Arms flailing, he slammed into the dirt wall, though he managed to keep his grip on his rifle. The protective metal shell, meanwhile, was sent sailing off his head, spinning over the trench.
"Oliver!" his squadmate, Edith, yelled as she ran over to help him up. "Holy shit, are you okay!?"
Though shaking, he took a deep breath, accepting her hand. "Y-y-yeah. It just grazed me."
"Fuckin' hell. You're one lucky bastard, you know that?" Edith gave a nervous but relieved chuckle, which was muffled under her gas mask.
The ammo belts Oliver carried jingled as he stood up. His attempt at dusting himself off was pointless, as a nearby explosion coated the pair in a shower of dirt. Wiping the goggles of his own mask, he joked to himself, "If I was lucky, I wouldn't be in the middle of a battlefield."
"Seriously," Private Bates, another one of Oliver's squadmates, pointed to him. "We shouldn't even be here! What stake do we have in this? Damn rats, why'd they have to go and drag us into this stupid war?"
One of the nearby officers was quick to answer Bates, yelling over the sound of another explosion: "Cause we're allies, you fucking dumbass! Now shut up and give Nicholson some cover fire!"
Bates and the rest of the squad obeyed this command, firing at the partially destroyed building across the field. The sniper in it had been giving them trouble for hours. It was odd. Felines had worse eyesight than humans, yet it seemed like this cat was outshooting their entire army. Even with Nicholson's squad firing into each window every few seconds, they still managed to jump out and shoot back when the humans least expected. This was especially problematic for Oliver, as he had just been tasked with running across the open battlefield. Sure, it wasn't that far a distance, but it was incredibly risky nonetheless. Still, it was a necessary risk. The squad in a nearby dugout was running dangerously low on ammo for their machine gun. The cats could begin their push at any minute, and, as Oliver's commander pointed out, one weak point in the rat/human line could spell defeat.
So, waiting for a replacement helmet to be passed up, the private prepared for another chance. He'd need to be quick. Climb up and over the trench, sprint across the field, and jump into the dugout in less than ten seconds. Simple. He likely wouldn't be able to run back afterward, so he was carrying as much as he could for the one trip.
"Alright Nicholson," the officer patted his shoulder, "the mortars are gonna fire in a few seconds. Get ready to go as soon as you hear them! Hopefully they'll get that sniper."
"Hopefully," Oliver agreed as he put on his new helmet. Leaning against the ladder, he psyched himself up as best he could for his second attempt. Edith shouldered her rifle, ready to cover him. He nudged her, "Hey, if I die, make sure Bates doesn't get my watch!"
"You're gonna be fine! And don't worry! I'm taking that watch for myself!" The two laughed to themselves, ignoring their comrades' request for them to kiss his backside.
POW!
"I got em!"
A gunshot followed by a cheer to their right got their attention. One of the soldiers pointed to the destroyed building, "I got 'em! Did you see that? I actually got 'em!"
The cheer was echoed by the entire line, someone had finally put that sniper down. Relieved that at least one less feline was going to be shooting at him as he ran, Oliver got ready to climb. Not wanting to run with his gas mask, he took it off, clipping it to his chest in case he needed it. With this, and with more reassurance from his friend, he waited for the thunderous report of their artillery.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
He didn't have to wait long. Feeling the sound rattling through his bones, Private Nicholson thought back on the previous events that had led him to this moment.
Five months ago, the cats had declared war on the rat nation. Two months ago, the rats requested help from their allies: the humans. Three weeks ago, during a stop at a small town, he had found himself in bed with a beautiful rat lady he never even learned the name of. One day ago, he was assigned to this trench, and one minute ago, he'd nearly been shot in the face. Finally, one second ago, he was climbing up into an active battlefield.
He didn't have time to think about getting shot, his entire being was too focused on running. His safety was in the hands of his squad, and he just had to trust them. To their credit, they made a valiant effort in providing cover fire. They made such an effort, in fact, that the private managed to make it almost all of the way there before being fired upon.
He was only four steps away from his goal when it happened. For a split second, there, in the window, was his feline nemesis. Faster than he could possibly react, they jumped up, aimed their rifle right at his heart, and ducked back down. He saw the flash of the shot, reflexively diving into the dugout. Rolling head over heels into the pit, he landed in the middle of a squad of rat soldiers.
Though his vision was fuzzy from the fall, the human saw that all but one of them were turned towards him. Their eyes were large with apparent shock, and their breathing was heavy through their masks. It took him a moment to realize they were not looking at his face, but were staring between his legs. It also took a moment for him to feel the slight, growing pain coming from his groin. These two facts mixed together in his mind, filling him with terror as he came to the obvious assumption.
Fortunately, a simple glance down was all he needed to realize that he had not been shot in the pelvis. He was unharmed, the sniper had missed. That shot hadn't hit him.
It hit his pants.
Edith was right about him being lucky. If that bullet had been a tenth of an inch higher, he'd have no longer been a male. But as fate would have it, the angle of the shot only resulted in a large hole being blasted through the front of his pants. This left room for his cock and balls to flop out into the open. The ache he was feeling must have been from his nuts slamming into the ground as he flipped. It hurt, yes, but it was a lot better than the alternative.
But, despite Oliver being okay, the rats were still staring at him, not saying a word. His vision clearing (though he was still a little woozy), he examined the group. There were five of them, two on each side and one in the middle. Unlike the human soldiers, who wore dark green, their uniforms were blue and gray.
"Um ..." Oliver began, scotting back a bit. He moved to cover himself, ashamed and embarrassed.
"No!" One of them yelled. Hiding his genitals was apparently the wrong thing to do, as the four gasped in a mix of what seemed like anger and disappointment. Hands shooting up in surprise, he reflexively apologized, despite not knowing what for.
Having not noticed the human fall into their pit, the gunner was still focused on the actual battle they were in the middle of. Kneeling forward with her rear in the air, the powerful weapon vibrated her entire body as she held down the trigger. This meant that, sitting right behind her, Private Nicholson was given a fantastic view of her ass jiggling with each burst. Unfortunately, she soon ran out of ammo.
"I'm out! Next belt!" She flung open the weapon's cover, waiting for someone to load in more ammo. When no one did, she repeated her order louder, not turning around. "Next belt!"
Her rough voice apparently overpowered the other soldiers' interest in Oliver's cock. One of the ones on his left quickly jumped up and grabbed one of the ammo belts he wore on his shoulders. Just as quickly, she knelt down to load it into the gun. She made no attempt at averting her gaze from his groin during this process, nor did she make any attempt to be inconspicuous in doing this. If the human noticed, he didn't say anything, since his own gaze was locked to the gunner's round ass. The way her cheeks shook was just so hypnotizing.
Then came her tail. As she adjusted her stance, her long tail swung down between his legs. Resting over his balls, the tip curled around the base of his cock oh-so softly. Oliver sucked in a breath, realizing that he had apparently gotten hard. He thought back on the lady he had slept with in that town. He had never been intimate with a non-human before, but that night had been the best sex of his entire life. But that was weeks ago. Between the constant running around and fighting, he hadn't gotten a private moment with himself to relax since then. He'd thought of that lady every night, trying and failing to find some private space to relieve his lust. The last time he'd tried, he'd been called to a battle. This battle, in fact.
