A/N: Had this idea for a short bit, and at some prodding went through with it~

Do enjoy~

Barracks Bunny

Stelle needed credits.

That wasn't a new problem. Practically ever since she awoke on the Herta Space Station and joined the Astral Express she needed credits; first to purchase various luxuries in Belobog and the Luofu, then for ascension materials, traces, the whole shebang – the process of self-discovery and actualisation of her power coming at the cost of IPC dollars. For some reason, but she trusted the process.

As a result she was often broke. Not wholly, she always kept enough for a slice of pizza when she got the munchies, but her wallet was looking woefully empty... or it would, if she hadn't also sold it off to make some more money. Ten credits wasn't much, but it was enough for another slice of pizza at least. It was at her lowest point, then, that she found a lifeline to her current misery; a Silvermane Lieutenant by the name of Roy.

She vaguely remembered meeting him at some point in the past but honestly didn't know him otherwise. However he was pleasant enough – as pleasant as a guard could be while on-duty anyway – and offered her an underground way of making some money. Specifically, that in the Silvermane Barracks they hosted a weekly party for the lads to unwind at, and she could 'perform' there to pocket some easy money.

A deal Stelle from six hours ago agreed to.

And one that Stelle of the present was debating if it was worth it.

''Hn...''

Stelle made a face at the mirror, her own reflection frowning back at her. The changing room around her was cramped and more of a broom closet than anything proper but she made do without question, her balance a little unsteady as she took a step; the shiny black high-heels she wore still foreign. That though was near the bottom of her worries; her eyes drifting down the mirror and soaking in the black leotard that hugged her torso and pushed her chest up, providing ample cleavage to be seen. Quite frankly it fringed on immodest, but then again it was a bunny-suit. One coupled with a pair of black pantyhose that were at least pleasantly smooth against her legs, helping keep Belobog's eternal chill at bay.

Turning this way and that she struck poses; hand on her hip, arms above her head, back to the mirror and hands on her rear; it left her cheeks warm but she had to admit she looked good in this, just like Roy said she would. She still remembered the instructions given to her by a nice female Silverman Guard, and the brief half-hour tutorial she was given on what to do and how to act. Namely no blowing up anything and how to dance, mostly.

Still, she'd been in here for like ten minutes now, may as well get this over with.

Sighing Stelle brushed her hair over her shoulder and opened the door, revealing the narrow hallway just beyond. She strutted down it, the music from the main room growing louder with every step, a pair of red curtains waiting for her at the end. Curtains she parted with one hand, stepping out onto the small, teardrop-shaped stage before her; a single metal pole located in the centre. Her eyes didn't linger on it though and shifted to the small crowd of Silvermane Guards assembled around the room, all of them lounging in chairs and couches with a few leaning against the walls, forming a rough semi-circle around the stage, the room lit solely by a handful of dull Geomarrow lamps.

The general chatter hushed at her entry, the attention warming her cheeks, but she didn't give into the embarrassment swirling around her stomach. Instead she sauntered up to the pole, the music track changing from slow piano to a smoother, more risqué pop that compelled her into motion, her fingers grasping the cool shaft and letting her swing around it, transitioning from the right to the left only to push herself against the pleasantly-cool pole, her cheek resting against it and soothing her burning cheek.

Still, she knew well what the guys wanted and she'd agreed to help – so may as well, right?

It was that thought that made her twist around, one hand raised and holding onto the pole and her ass soon against it as she slid down, lowering to a squat and practically grinding back against the pole. Murmurs of excitement broke amongst the crowd but she didn't stop to listen to them, the pop music easily distracting her flustered mind as she rose to her feet, one leg winding around the poll and letting her lean backwards, practically becoming horizontal and giving her an upside-down look at the men.

She could practically feel their eyes gravitate from her face to her breasts, her cleavage aplenty and warming her cheeks, but she didn't let it bother her. With a tug she lifted herself back upright and clutched onto the pole, demure as she stuck her butt out and swayed her hips, feeling more than seeing the gazes it drew – though she most certainly heard the cheers of the guards, their inebriation evident by their slurred praise.

'At least they like the show.' Stelle flushed at the thought, running a hand over her ass and along the back of her thigh.

She turned as she did so, facing the crowd as that same hand ran up her front, tracing the inside of her thigh before grazing over her crotch – index and middle fingers spreading over where her sex was. She didn't let the hand linger for long and soon pulled it up, her knees bending and lowering her down into a squat – bouncing on an imaginary cock for the viewing pleasure of the audience, her thighs flexing and luring the gaze of many a man.

The only mercy was that they were all too busy ogling her to really care about her obvious embarrassment, her face feeling hot even as she rose up and pushed her ass against the pole, one hand clutching onto it as she bounced back against it, simulating sex for the aroused audience. She bit her lip and felt more than a few gazes go to her chest, her leotard not hiding her ample bosom that well at all.

She was just about to continue when one of the men whistled, catching her eye. She didn't recognise him – unsurprising since he was out of uniform and the guards always wore their helmets – but when he gestured her close she understood. Warmth pooled in her stomach and with one final grind against the pole she let go of it, her heels tapping first across the stage and then across the thin carpet as she made her way over to the man. She could feel the authority radiating off of him, marking him as a lieutenant no doubt, but that was secondary to the open want he was looking at her with.

''C'mere.'' He patted his lap, grinning up at her.

Stelle obliged, her pantyhose-clad legs sliding across the armchair as she straddled the handsome man. He was probably in his thirties if she was to guess, his dark hair cut short and a bit of stubble on his features; the crumpled dress shirt and tight pants he wore neat enough for a gig like this. Such thoughts perished though as both of his hands grabbed her ass; a firm smack delivered with the grab and making her grunt, flustered, but hardly resistant to it.

She knew well what the guards wanted. She was willing to provide it – credits were credits, after all, and she never had a dignity to lose in the first place.

It was that sentiment that got her hips rolling; slow gyrations that grinded her crotch against his own. The lieutenant rewarded her with a groan of approval, his fingers grazing along her pantyhose-clad ass before his right hand came back down in another firm smack, eliciting a soft moan from Stelle's lips. They pursed a moment later as the fabled Trailblazer settled her right hand on his shoulder, her hips moving with growing confidence and pressing herself insistently against his crotch, giving him a lap dance that left him eyeing her with open lust.

A lust that boiled over as he yanked her close and shoved his face into her tits, unashamedly rubbing his face in her breasts. Stelle flushed a dark red, doubly so as some of the guards snickered or hollered in jest, yet her eyes remained on the lieutenant as he planted multiple kisses atop her tits, working his way up to her neck. The sensation made her moan, his breath pungent with alcohol but hardly stopping her from working her hips, a shiver of pleasure arcing through her as she felt his bulge against her loins.

''Crap, I can't hold back anymore with you right here.'' The lieutenant muttered into her neck, breath hot and ticklish. ''You're too sexy for your own good, Trailblazer.''

Stelle just replied with a mumble, unsure of how to reply to that. Words were unneeded though as the lieutenant reached down and unbuckled his belt, his thumbs digging in and sliding his pants and underwear down his thighs just enough to free his cock – his very erect cock that twitched excitedly for her attention. With rosy cheeks Stelle drooled into her right hand and curled her fingers around his cock, smearing her still-warm saliva into his girth and easily eliciting a groan from her partner.

A partner who clearly wanted to see more of her, his fingers pinching the cups of her leotard and yanking them down. Her breasts jiggled free in their absence, earning her another round of hollers from the drunk guardsmen but she continued to give the lieutenant a handjob all the same, demure as he grabbed her right tit and kneaded it between his fingers, hefting it about at his leisure. That was until his hands fell down her front, his fingertips tracing her groin down to her crotch, tugging her leotard aside.

Stelle bit her lip and sat up on her knees, shuffling a tiny bit closer and allowing him to rip a hole in her pantyhose, her lack of panties underneath making for easy access. His swollen cock-head slapped up against her pussy lips and she grinded herself on his tip, her breathing becoming heavy as he held his cock and pressed his tip in, teasing her with the repeated near-penetrations.

When he grabbed her ass with his left hand, and pulled her down.

''Mm~!''

His cock slid in deep, penetrating her depths and opening her up. Though she wasn't a virgin – curious romps with Dan Heng assured of that – the guardsman was still pretty well-endowed, leaving her feeling pleasantly full. A sensation that coaxed the hero of Belobog into working her hips, her knees sinking into the seat as she lifted herself up – and a needy moan fled her lips as she jammed herself back down, taking him in even deeper than the first time.

''Fuck she looks so cute.'' One of the other guardsmen muttered.

''Bombshell too.'' Another added.

Stelle could only blush at their heated words but didn't glance their way, her eyes fixated on the lieutenant before him as she raised her arms above her head, stretching them almost as she rode him – fully aware of how her arching back emphasised her tits. He eyed with her open lust, his left hand caressing her ass cheek whilst his right hefted her breast up and about; his thumb flicking over her nipple briefly before he simply squished her tit between his lustful fingers.

Right before his hand came down on her ass in a spank. She whined, the pain pleasurable – and as if sensing that the lieutenant spanked her again, then again. Her pantyhose hid her reddening cheek but she felt the sting acutely, getting her hot and bothered. It fed the neediness in her loins and made her bounce with growing enthusiasm, shamelessly impaling herself on a guardsman's cock; feeling him slide deep into her and soon hilt in her deepest parts.

''Hey, can I join in too?'' Came a query from behind her.

Startled Stelle didn't get more than a stumbled noise out before the lieutenant yanked her forwards, her yelp unheeded. Understand bloomed though as the guardsman behind her ripped a bigger hole in her pantyhose, her eyes widening as she felt a bulbous tip prod her asshole – and a gasp spilled from her lips as he slid right into her ass. The guardsman groaned in utter bliss, hands on her shoulders as he sunk in deeper, a couple slow thrusts helping ease him in with nothing but spit as lube,

Though the lack of foreplay made it a little rough Stelle took pleasure in it – doubly so when both of them men started to move. With hands on her hips and shoulders they bucked their hips, the guardsman eagerly driving himself into her tight ass while the lieutenant under her thrust up into her pussy, their cocks stirring her up and fucking moans free from Stelle's lips, her pinched expression just turning the two on more.

''F-Fuck, she's so tight.'' The guardsman behind her moaned; his right hand running under her arm to grab her right breast, squeezing it harshly. ''Nice tits too.''

Stelle just moaned senselessly in reply, brain turning to mush with every deep penetration. A hand to her nape though lured her head down and brought her lips against the lieutenant's, her moan muted by their mashing lips. A kiss that was broken off and resumed multiple times; his upwards thrusts knocking her out of alignment until she threw her arms around his neck, kissing the lieutenant unashamedly, riding his cock as best she could when the pair of them were busy fucking her.

That was until the guardsman behind her pulled her upright; a yelp escaping the Trailblazer as her back was arched. Her tenseness made the two guardsman moan and not a second later she was treated to the sensation of their cocks slamming into her with renewed vigour; their lengths pistoning into both of her holes with a throbbing passion, scraping sweet spots that made the bunny-girl gasp and cry out.

A task made harder as both of her tits were grabbed and squeezed; fingers sinking into her supple flesh and manhandling them, but in that moment the roughness just turned her on more, moans spilling past her parted lips as she got fucked raw. With every thrust their tempos became wilder, focusing less on timing and more on just stuffing their cocks into her holes as quick as humanly possible, her insides clenching around their dicks-!

When with a shout the lieutenant yanked her down, busting his load inside of her. The infusion of warmth within her left Stelle gasping, back arching – and a cry leapt out of her as the other guardsman blew his load in her ass. He held onto her breasts firmly, moaning in her ear as he shamelessly filled her ass with his seed, his thrusts rutting and leaving her almost quivering from the sensation of so much cum poured into her.

When with a soft groan he pulled out. His tip practically popped out and let his cum dribble out of her backdoor, the sensation sending a shiver running along her figure, winded yet far from fatigued. If anything she was aching for more; her own orgasm unachieved yet her insides plastered with thick amounts of semen.

Mercifully then the guardsmen weren't finished with her. Far from it.

''Hey, c'mere...''

Hands under her armpits hefted her up and off of the lieutenant's cock, a moan escaping Stelle as her heel soon touched the floor. She was unsteady but the nameless guardsman holding her didn't seem to mind and helped pull her over to a nearby table, pushing her up against it before grabbing her ass and lifting her up. With warm cheeks Stelle obliged and reclined onto the table, legs opening as the nameless guard got between them, one hand on his dick and rubbing his tip along her needy slit.

When at last he shoved it in. The sudden penetration coaxed a moan out of Stelle, her lips pursing but failing to stifle her ensuing groan as the guardsman began to pump into her – eager, earnest pumps sheathing his manhood deep within her and stirring up her cum-covered insides. If he was bothered about getting sloppy seconds though he certainty didn't show it; hands latching onto her hips as he quickly lost himself in the motions, moaning liberally as he jerked and jammed his hips forth.

Motion behind her though made Stelle glance back – and yelp as someone grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down. Her world flipped as her head hung over the edge but she couldn't miss the erect cock hanging right in front of her, the tip bumping against her parted lips. Understanding bloomed and with a submissive groan she let them part further, and was immediately rewarded as the guardsman shoved his cock into her mouth.

''Guhk-!'' It went a bit too deep though, admittedly.

Not that the man himself seemed to care; his husky groan one of satisfaction as he began to rock his hips, thrusting himself into her mouth. Her tongue grazed the top of his cock as it thrust in and hit the back of her throat, yet after just a few thrusts she got used to it and managed to quell her gag reflex – a handy trick she'd picked up after blowing Jing Yuan a few times. The general certainly enjoyed it, and judging by the throaty moan the guardsman let out he was too.

Such thoughts were quick to dissipate though as the man between her legs got rougher; the lurid smacks of flesh ringing in her ears. The table under her creaked from the rough movements but she didn't pay it any mind, too busy getting spitroasted to care. Nor did she care as another guardsman came up and started grabbing at her tits, tempting her right hand over ; fumbling briefly until she could curl her fingers around his cock and jerk him off too.

''Fuck, her mouth feels so good...'' The guardsman above her moaned, fingers curling around her throat and holding it tight.

It made it hard to breathe but Stelle endured it all the same; her eyes screwing shut as his cock went down her throat, hitting just the right angle to tickle it and make her want to gag. She quenched the instinct easily though, her head becoming light as the men around her used her for their own pleasure – pussy pounded, throat fucked and tits squeezed. Another guard even came up and just ran a hand over her, feeling her up as she was gangbanged, his light touches making her insides quiver and tense.

''Hah, oh fuck, oh fuck...!'' The guardsman between her legs moaned out. ''Gonna cum, take it...!''

His groin hit hers with sudden vigour, shoving his cock deep into her sensitive sex. She moaned around the cock in her mouth and grasped at the end of the table with her free hand, her whole body tensing as her pussy was railed raw, no condom or anything to muffle the feeling of his rock-hard cock-!

When with a shout he slammed inside of her and came, busting his load in her – and pushing Stelle over the edge, her cry muffled by the dick in her mouth. Spasms seized through her and all she could do was wrap her legs around the guardsman as he nutted in her, his seed hot and profuse as it pumped deep into her, her convulsing insides only serving to milk more cum from the nameless man.

When with a sharp groan the guy in her mouth came too. She flinched, startled, but as thick spurts of semen splattered partway down her throat Stelle could only swallow it – gulp after gulp carrying his salty load down her gullet. His groin pressed into her chin as he sheathed himself as deep as humanly possible into her mouth, plugging her airways and leaving her with no choice but to suck and slurp it clean; every last droplet of cum swallowed.

Until at last he pulled back and she gasped in a much-needed breath, a few stray coughs escaping the Trailblazer as she caught her breath.

''Damn.'' The man between her legs pulled out, though not before slapping his cock-head against her sex a few times. ''Best pussy I've had in years.''

''My turn next!''

''Lemme join, I want a piece too.''

Stelle groaned as someone grabbed her thighs and tugged her forwards; her elbows propping her up and helping ease her to her feet. They hadn't touched solid ground for more than two seconds though when a nameless guardsman got in front of her and grabbed her ass, grinning at her as he picked her up. He bounced her a couple of times and she settled her hands on his shoulders, fully expecting him to slip inside at any moment.

What she wasn't expecting was another guardsman to get behind her and line himself up too; understanding dawning on Stelle then as their tips teased her womanhood – and a gasp escaped the bunny-girl as they shoved their cocks in at the same time. The sensation was an entirely novel one, her insides stretched open by the two cocks that sunk into her with some effort, a wince marring her visage as she adjusted to being opened so much.

Yet as the initial discomfort waned only pleasure remained. A pleasure shared by the two guardsman, their moans deep and husky as they rocked their hips in opposing rhythms; shoving their lengthy cocks deep inside and churning her up. She couldn't catch a breath; her hands clutching onto the guardsman's shoulders in a vice grip, senselessly moaning as they sunk into her quivering, sensitive depths.

''Oh fuck that's hot.'' Someone remarked from the sidelines.

''I know right? Somethin' 'bout seeing the heroine getting dicked just hits right...''

Their lewd words darkened Stelle's cheeks, but words were in short supply at the moment so she forewent them. A task made easier as both men slammed up into her at the same moment, leaving her feeling so full she could only cry out, throwing her head back as their cocks shoved deep into her, scratching spots her own fingers never could and feeding the aching urges within her. Yet even then she couldn't get enough; coaxing her hips into motion as she grinded on their lengths, her moans becoming more breathless as she deliberately tensed around their lengths, egging them on.

The rougher thrusts that followed hit just the right spot, a cry bubbling up her throat and soon spilling past her lips – intimately feeling their two cocks jam up into her pussy. The guy behind her was faster and more eager but the guy in front was bigger, their combined girths raking up against all the right spots to make Stelle see stars. Even when the guy in front of her pulled her into a kiss, their lips mashing messily as he fucked her raw her mind remained jumbled, the ceaseless stirring of her loins reducing her mind to mush.

''N-Nn, keep going...'' Stelle panted out, her eyes screwing shut. ''I'm... almost there...''

''You heard the lady.'' The one in front of her groaned.

His swollen cock jammed into her pussy with renewed vigour, joined by his comrade-in-arms as the pair slammed up into her like she was their personal onahole, their cocks rubbing together inside of her and smearing about the cum covering her insides. Stelle bit her lip but soon couldn't hold back her cry of pleasure, her breasts groped from behind while her thighs were squeezed at the same time; her body squashed between the two men as they had their way with her, fucking her pussy raw and leaving her teetering on the edge-!

And then she went over it, the air knocked out of her lungs as she orgasmed. White-hot pleasure seized through her muscles and she thrashed in their hold, a soundless cry escaping her throat – one that peaked into a cracked wail as the two men emptied their balls inside of her. Their hot seed shot across her walls and hit her deepest parts, profuse as it was plentiful and feeling like it flooded her womb. Cum spilled out even as they nutted in her seizing hole, her thrashing form just making them hold on tighter and make sure their loads got in her, no thought given to the consequences.

After all who cared if they knocked up the Trailblazer? Not their problem, as far as they were concerned.

Pulling out of both her holes the guardsman set her down on the table and went to get a drink, leaving Stelle to slump back on her elbows as she panted, cum profusely running down her ass and forming a small pool on the edge of the table.

Until the next guardsman got in front of her, his rock-hard erection teasing her opening.

And as another man filled her Stelle could only moan, losing herself to the pleasure as she entertained the Silvermane Guards... for another few hours.

[END]