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Field Captain Benjamin Neilsen stood crouched over a small field map. He traced his fingers along contour lines, mumbling thoughts to himself. Three known cultist bases, strategically located along a wide river. Quantity of force unknown, traditional firepower to bear unknown, eldritch arcana in thrall unknown. Just three forts in a forest that felt like they’d sprung up overnight. Shock and awe, the favored tactic of the Broadcast Cultist.. next to psychological warfare at least.

Finally, Neilson sat up straight and brought a hand to the bridge of his nose. He let out an exhausted sigh, feeling the start of a nasty headache sneaking into his left temple. War in Abeyance was a game of information, and he never had enough. Should he send a ground unit? Risk a tank division? Request a warlock? A fire barrage? What if it was just a token force? What if it wasn’t? Three bases could imply a larger summoning ritual, but they’d seen no concrete sign of such activity. Could he risk being wrong in that case? Did Grayline have the funds and material on hand to afford another over-reaction if he WAS wrong?

The captain fell back in his chair, running a hand through his short blonde beard for a moment, trying to clear his head and think. He closed his eyes for a second and tried to relax, to meditate. He’d tried to learn from his reptilian counterparts, watching how Ordran soldiers could go completely zen in a matter of minutes and just… zone out. His mind didn’t like it, it liked staying busy, but he did his best.

He let the soft sounds of the room he was in fill the silence. It was very late, and the rest of his staff had long retired. A fire had been lit in the fireplace, but like everything in the Lazuli Woods, it was a ghostly, mystic blue. It cast a gentle glow across the otherwise dark command room, crackling gently. He could hear the hum of the heater, the sound of loose paper fluttering against the air it pushed out, and if he listened very closely, he could just make out the trickling of the nearby creek.

Nielsen exhaled, forcing his shoulders to relax, and opened his eyes again, turning them to the large glass window beside his work table. Lazuli Woods, home of the Arivelli dragons. If you liked the color blue, this was heaven. For a fairly straight and to the point man like Neilsen, the sheer directness of the places magical nature was almost comical. Like straight out of a kids fantasy book. Glowing blue trees with misty, flowing leaves, standing stones with arcane runes etched into their surface, small firefly wisps fluttering above serene ponds and shallow pebble creeks, rivers, and lakes.

Somewhere close by was Vinciitti Township, one of many blackwood and stone settlements where roughly a dozen of the dragons settled together, forsaking the underground palaces and decorated caves of their Kelbaron cousins in exchange for fantastical, winding towers and steepled, asymmetric libraries. They were a weird sort, but Nielsen liked them. They kept to themselves when they weren’t needed and were gracious hosts when called upon. Sure they talked in riddles, and the concept of “being in a hurry” was alien to them, but once one learned to stockpile their patience and exist in their timetable, they were good company.

It was peaceful here. Beautiful and peaceful. Shame he couldn’t enjoy it as much as he wanted, due the conflicts raging in three different Abeyic Islands each a jump away from this modest base of his. The cultists knew they couldn’t take the Lazuli Woods, the Arivelli would make a laughing stock of them. But they COULD cut off Grayline’s access to them, depriving the organization of a desperately needed ally. Their first massive attempt had ended in catastrophic failure thanks to the work of Division 13 and their elite field teams, but the Cult never gave up. They just needed one day of good luck, and things could swing back radically in their favor.

Nielsen counted his blessings that at the very least the Cult was nearly as over-spread as they were, and that in the grand picture they considered Lazuli a minor target. They wanted the big scores: Arbor Forge, Empyrean, Darkanchor, Kingsfield. Grayline and the Trifecta Alliance could recover if they lost the Lazuli Woods. They would not if they lost Arbor Forge.

The 38 year old captain groaned and rubbed his eyes. So much for meditation, he was already lost in conflict again. He had to figure out by tomorrow morning what to do about those three damned forts, but he was flying in the dark. What he needed was a break. Yeah, fifteen minutes of peace and quiet, some time to pace. A cup of coffee too, that would be perfect.

Coffee and a fifteen minute break, yeah, that was perfect.

“Feeling a little stressed out, captain?~”

Nielsen froze halfway through getting out of his chair. It was impossible not to recognize that smug, snide, high-toned voice instantaneously. With a long, defeated groan, he fell back all the way into his chair and brought a hand to his face.

“Awhaha~ It’s good to see you too big guy.~”

Nielsen heard the patter of feet hopping up onto his table. The headache was no longer teasing the back of his skull. It was here in force.

“Tonight is not the night for this, Váli.” Nielsen grumbled, taking his hand away from his face and opening his eyes.

Sure enough, standing on his table, padding over his maps and papers, was a large, long weasel-like creature. Nielsen would prefer the term imp, but he was actually a unique fae all on his own. A false Tanuki. A conniving little sneakthief who somehow managed to deprive a real Tanuki of its magic orbs, and thus inherited its blessing and its curse. He was a half-daemon, a truly unique entity in a sea of strange beings. It was all abeyic arcana mumbo jumbo that Neilsen frankly didn’t even try to understand. He was a man of numbers, maps, charts and hard facts. He left the esoterica to people with the brain for it.

So as far as he cared, Váli was little more than a nuisance. A magic weasel dressed in tanuki cosplay with a truly awe-inspiring addiction to sex. Apparently it was like food to him, or something. Either way, this was the last thing the human captain wanted to deal with tonight.

“It never is.~ At some point a guys’ gotta take a swing anyway, y’know?~” Váli chimed with that grating smirk of his. Nielsen just shook his head and got up, moving to the coffee pot. As he did so, the weasel took a gander at the maps and papers on the table.

“Aaaaaah, so you do know about your new neighbors. Not enough though, by the looks of it.~” The half-daemon hummed, padding a semi-circle around the map, tapping at it with a claw. “Where are all of your little plastic symbols that you move around?”

“I don’t use those.” Nielsen said sternly as he began pouring himself a cup. He’d been working in this position long enough to know it was okay to let Váli look over military intelligence. He was many things, but he wasn’t a friend to the enemy. There were few he hated more than the forces of Annihilation and its followers. They simply weren’t any fun.

“How boring…” The weasel almost sounded disappointed. “It’s the little things, y’know? You should have a little more fun. Who knows, you might even accidentally start to enjoy yourself for once.”

“What do you want, Váli?” Neilson asked with a steely tone to his voice as he finished pouring.

“To cheer you up.~” He replied with a teasing hum.

“Cute.” The captain sighed, sipping the cup before slowly walking back to his seat. The sooner he could get this little nuisance to leave, the better. Váli sat right down on his map, feigning an upset, hurt expression.

“Aww cap’, I mean it! You look like hell, no offense.~”

“None taken.” Nielsen sat back down with a grunt. He couldn’t deny the weasel was probably right. He hadn’t slept properly in a few nights, and he’d been glued to this table practically all day. His hair was frizzled and his complexion had to be rough.

“Mmhmmm, and how do you expect to think clearly when you’re so stressed and tired? It breaks my little heart to see you like this.” Váli insisted, patting forward and giving the human a set of puppy dog eyes so over the top that all Neilson could do was glare back sardonically. The false tanuki quickly dropped the bit with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“You really are a tough nut to crack. Guess those meditation classes aren’t doing anything for you after all. I told you didn’t I? That’s not your style.~” He declared with a knowing smirk, turning around and letting his long fluffy tail swish under the captain's chin. Neilson batted it away with an annoyed grumble.

“WHY are you HERE?” Nielsen demanded again. Of course, Váli was unbothered by his annoyance.

“I told you! I want to help.~” The weasel insisted, but one look back told him that, obviously, wasn’t going to fly, so he let out a self-aware chuckle, his expression growing subtly more sly. “Heh, well you know there’s nothing I love more than hunting a hard-to-get guy like you.”

“One would hope you’d give up at some point.” Neilson sighed, setting his coffee cup down and resting his head on his hand. The tanuki smirked, beginning to turn around.

“They always say that, but they come around, sooner or later. Let’s be honest here. You are exhausted. Overstressed, overtaxed, and pent up like a geyser. Meditation isn’t going to do jack for you. What you need is relief. You know it, deep down, you can’t hide it from me, Ben.~”

As desperately as Neilson wanted to tell the prick off, he was right. More than that, he knew  Váli could literally see and taste emotion. You couldn’t hide it from him if you tried. What was really dangerous, was if he caught on to your desire, so the captain chose to keep his mouth shut. Váli smirked sharply.

“Tell me cap, when was the last time you stuck your dick in anything?~”

He asked as he smoothly turned around, very intentionally flaunting his ass and those infamously large tanuki balls of his. His proudest assets, of course, the slutty little fuck. For the first time, for just a split second, Neilson felt a weakness take hold, and he stared at that inviting backside for a second longer than he should have…

“And what makes you think I’d want to stick my dick in you?” He declared in frustration, but the moment he did, he knew he’d messed up. Váli gazed back, his eyes now glowing a faint golden orange, just like the crystals around his neck. The smile on his face slowly grew to a massive, victorious grin. Nielsen mentally kicked himself, but it was too late now.

“Oh yeah? You wouldn’t huh? Never ever?~” Váli commented, his voice taking on an amused, dripping confidence. Cockiness in the extreme. He had every right to be though, he’d won. Everyone knew the most dangerous aspect of a Tanuki was their Golden Tongue. The instant one was able to catch onto the desires of the heart, no matter how well hidden or how much the mind resisted or rejected them, they had you like a fish in a net. Their words become honey, their eyes golden and vibrant, and they begin to speak not to you, but to your very core. To the heart direct. There is no resisting it, no rejecting it. It was a devastatingly powerful hypnosis, the tool all Tanuki use to control their prey and get what they want.

Váli may be a false Tanuki, but he still had that power, and he knew just how to use it.

“I think you would.~” Váli continued, hiking up a leg, swaying his cute ass and heavy balls side to side as he licked his chops, keeping his golden gaze locked on the captain. “I think you’re just morbidly curious enough, just pent up enough, to lust after me. Isn’t that right?~”

“Váli…” Nielsen began, but trailed off. There was absolutely no dying the feeling of heat racing to his loins from the sight in front of him, but the weasel was far from done enticing his prey.

“You’ve wanted to know all this time haven’t you? What I feel like?~ Why all your buddies are so eager to play along? Is it that human nature of yours keeping you from tasting me? I bet it is. Fucked up to lust after a weasel, right?”

Váli turned around, slowly padding up to Neilsen again, only now his walk was far more lewd, his hips swaying enticingly, his expression one of unmasked, unhidden desire. Hunger.

“But that just makes it more enticing doesn’t it? Makes me exotic.~ But more importantly, you need release, bad, and I can give it to you.~ You need a break from all of this, a moment to just let out all that pent up frustration. You need a partner.~”

By now those eyes were fully alight in a warm golden glow, as were the crystals around his neck. Another stolen artifact, to help control his own power. If Neilsen really wanted to, he could rip the necklace off and let the little shit taste his own medicine, but he wasn’t going to do that, and they both knew why.

“Hell, deep down you like me don’t you?~” Váli smiled a smile that almost looked properly genuine.

“Don’t push it.” Neilson huffed, not denying it. He knew it was fruitless to resist a Golden Tongue. He was along for the ride now, and he’d have a much easier time going with the current and steering it himself rather than trying to fight it. The false Tanuki put both front paws on his chest, a bold move, but one Neilson didn’t stop.

“Come on. No one’s watching.~ Just this once, give in to me. If only to see what it’s like.~” Váli murred, leaning in to lick the humans neck, dragging his tongue along his nape. “Who knows, it might be exactly what you need.~”

Of course, the answer was going to be yes. There was no other option. Nielsen could deny it all he wanted, but Váli was speaking directly to his heart. Deep down, he did want to try it, for any number of reasons, even just to get him to fuck off so he could focus on work. No, even he could tell that was also an excuse. He was… curious. Curious and admittedly pent up as all hell.

“...Fine.” He finally let out. Váli grinned and leaned in for a kiss.

“Finally.~ Now come on, be a little adventurous and kiss me big guy.~”

Kissing a muzzle for the first time was a… strange experience, but not an unpleasant one. As expected, the weasel was a gifted kisser, and knew how to work that tongue like a champion. He leaned in almost greedily, taking a firm lead until Neilsen finally caved and returned the effort, pushing back, making Váli turn his head so their lips could lock together. Weirdly enough, they human felt the faintest hint of satisfaction when the half-daemon let out a hot sigh of pleasure. Maybe this little shit HAD been yearning for him for some time. Perhaps as little more than a prize to be won, but the fact remained.

After a minute or so Váli broke the kiss, murring deeply as he did so.

“See? Was that so bad?~”

“Must you be snide about everything?”

“It’s part of my charm.~” The false tanuki chimed, smirked up at him before hopping off his chest. “Now stand up and let me take a look-see.~”

Neilson let out a long sigh but didn’t hesitate. The sooner this greedy little asshat got what he wanted the sooner he’d leave. He stood up fully, putting his crotch fairly above the level of the low table, and right at eye level with his uninvited guest. The weasel murred, padding up and giving it a nuzzle and a lick through the fabric. The sensation sent a shudder of pleasure across the captain's body.

“Mmmhmm see? You are so desperate it’s actually kind of cute.~”

“Please shut up.”

Váli simply chuckled, deeply amused, as the captain undid his belt, then his pants. The greedy half-daemon could hardly wait before burying his head into the open space to sniff, nuzzle, and lick his boxers. Now THAT, despite Neilson’s attempts to ignore it, turned him on a lot.

[i]What an eager little slut. He’s the one whose almost kind of cute…[/i]

Neilson felt himself actually flush up as that thought passed his mind and he quickly shook it away as heat rushed to his legs. His cock began to get hard in his boxers, and his small companion almost seemed to follow it with his tongue. Finally, the weasel hooked the boxers with his teeth and tugged down quickly to free his prize, and, quite satisfyingly, it flopped out heavy and half erect right on top of his head.

“Hoooh look at you stud.~ I knew you’d be a winner but check out that sheer girth!” Váli cooed excitedly, nuzzling up on the rod. Neilson was a modest man, but the eager, slutty praise of his manhood was, admittedly, a bit ego-boosting. A fine 8 inches of thick human cock, and the weasel wanted every inch.

Váli wasted no time in getting to work. He started on Neilson’s balls, giving them a long, alluring lick, before working up to the start of his shaft, then along the underside of his length until he finally reached the tip. Once there, he made a show of slipping just a little bit into his mouth and suckling on it, eyes locked squarely up at his companion. Neilson tried his best to ignore the showboaty taunting, but he couldn’t resist looking down. He tried to blame that alluring tanuki magic, but he knew this one was entirely his own fault.

“D-damn you…” He huffed hotly as he took in the exceedingly alluring sight in front of him. The weasel smirked, and slipped the tip past his soft lips and into his warm, wet maw. He continued to work just the tip, suckling and bobbing his head lightly, showing his catch just what he’d been missing, and Neilson couldn’t even begin to deny, the little prick was good.

He was damn good.

The way he swirled his tongue, how he kept his lips pressed firmly against his length, and when he started taking more… God damn that throat. It was like a toy, so tight and slick and soft. He could imagine the bulge his length was making as it travelled down the weasel's long, flexible neck. It didn’t take long until he felt Váli’s little nose press up to his crotch.

“Fuck…” The captain gasped, earning a pleased, amused wink in reply from the much smaller critter. Feeling it all in there… That was something else entirely. That amazing throat squeezing him from all sides. He was half ready to cum right then and there. Unfortunately, his compatriot could tell too, and he wasn’t about to let his catch off so easily.

He slowly slipped the cock back out of his maw, and licked his chops in satisfaction.

“Mmm~ Next time I’m gonna give that thing a proper polishing, but there’s something else I want from you tonight, big boy.~” Váli declared, before turning around in a 180, and hiking up his tail.

Neilson stared at that swaying ass for a moment. He could actually physically feel just how pent up he was, his erection was so hard it almost hurt. If his throat was THAT good, just how amazing did he feel under the tail.

“I’ve… never done it with, well…” Neilson began, rubbing his neck. In reality he’d never been in bed with any non-human, and this was a pretty damn far leap from human. The weasel scoffed, amused by his uncertainty.

“What, afraid you’re gonna hurt me? Sweetheart I’m a tanuki, I can take it. Fuck me rough and hard.~” He practically demanded, and with that golden tongue, Neilson wasn’t about to refuse him. In fact, if Váli was going to insist…

The captain grabbed the sly noodle by his tail and hiked his ass right up, lifting his back legs clean off the table and pushing him back. He was now laying on the blue military map, and let out a little surprised, yet excited gasp at the sudden grab.

“Hooh!~ There ya go stud!~ That’s more like it!” He mrowled excitedly, but Neilson ignored him, instead focusing on the view. Damn he really did have a fat pair of balls for such a small guy, the Tanuki side of him was no joke. He was half erect too, a tapered ebony cock with impressive girth throbbing needily. And then there was that tight, inviting tailhole…

Neilson decided to just go for it. No more hesitation, it was merely wasting time. He pressed the tip of his now slick cock to Váli’s entrance, and pushed in balls deep with a single swift tug of that tail. The captain wasn’t sure what he loved more, t