A Tyrant's End (For jasmac)

[Archangel99]

Kaliora Kingdom. A land of beautiful marble spires piercing the sky, a splendid castle with domed roofs, and the finely made houses of the nobles.
But of course, that was only the inner city.
The middle and outer rings of the city were a place of squalor and crime, with the middle ring being only slightly better than the outer ring, which was nothing more than a very large slum. The King, Hadrian, was a despot, and filled with greed, increased taxes to nearly double their previous amount to fill his coffers and hold lavish parties to entertain foppish nobles. The middle class became poor, and the poor became poorer, with many dying of starvation or going to work in one of the kingdom's many brothels or mining crews. Talk of a rebellion was rife in secret circles all over the middle and outer rings, each with their own agenda for wanting the king out of the picture. But they all shared one common goal:

The king had to go. Somehow.

It is in the guardhouse of the middle ring where our champion finds herself, getting literally kicked rudely out of bed by the Minotaur captain.
"Oi! Gerrout of bed, ya lazy flopear! We gotta do drills! Five minutes!" He yells before storming around the room and kicking the other new recruits out of bed and leaving the room once they're all on the floor.
"Ugh... Fucking asshole..." One of the male fox morphs grumbles.
"I know, right? Such a dick... But then again, they all are." A human female says, rolling her eyes.
"Yep. Minos in a bloody nutshell..." A male wolf morph agrees.
"Well, nothing else we can do. We signed up for it. Anyway, we should probably get ready before he comes back in here and rapes one of us in the ass..." The fox morph mutters before going to the chest at the foot of his bed and taking out a suit of leather armor before putting it on.
The other cadets nod and do the same.

[Describe your character as you post.]

 

[jasmac]

With her long lapine ears pointed back, Sadie grumbles. The words of her new comrades grated her nerves not much less than getting kicked in the first place. Her sore rump jiggles in the air, disproportionately fine for her smaller size and athletic body as she lies on her stomach, C-cup chest flat against the floorboards. Tucking her almost flipped up skirt back where it should go, she smooths herself out, rises to her feet, and recoils when her hand brushes a bump at her groin. Betraying her pretty, pale blue eyed, and clearly feminine face, a 12 inch tapered cock swings between her legs, right above her tight pussy. She's not ashamed of her little something extra, but waving it around at her fellow cadets so early in the day isn't what she'd call starting off on the right foot, she decides. Then again, she hardly gives a damn what is or isn't the right foot in general as she speaks, not to mention while grumpy with being awoken so early.

"What I wouldn't give to hop up, kick that pretty little chest of his, and break a few ribs." Sadie mutters loudly enough for everyone to hear, feet dragging towards the chest at the end of her bed as she brushes her sandy haired fringe out of her face. These are some big words, especially coming from a 4 foot 9 lagomorph. Her body does have its share of muscle tone, but too many nights without a proper meal have made her limbs wiry. She's covered head to toe in short and soft fur, which is the color of dry dirt, except for her fluffier cream colored chest and cottontail. Disgruntled, she throws open the chest, rummaging through its contents.

 

[Archangel99]

The fox morph laughs. "That's something we'd all like to do!" He says, chuckling as he pulls his boots on.
"And then he'd heal quickly and come back to assrape us." The woman says, rolling her eyes.
"True that. Not risking it in a real situation, mate." The wolf says.
"That aside... I'm Korel. What are your names?" The fox says as he gets his chest piece on.
"Amara." The woman says.
"Jack." The wolf says.
"And you, bunny girl?" Korel asks with a grin.

 

[jasmac]

"Sadie, Sade if you feel like saving a syllable. Nice to meet you all." She says, though her ruffled tone says otherwise. Introductions aside, she slips the flexible plates of leather armor over her body, and after eyeing the boots provided by her chest, she sets them back down, preferring to go barefoot.

 

[Archangel99]

[Oh yeah I completely forgot. You don't start with a weapon just yet, but you get to choose later.]

Korel nods. "Nice to mee-"
There's a sudden loud pounding that makes all of them nearly jumping out of their skin.
"OI! HURRY UP IN THERE YOU FUCKING LIMP DICKED PUSSIES!" The guard captain yells, and the cadets scramble to get ready faster, Korel being the first to rush out of the door, Amara following after a minute.

 

[jasmac]

Sadie rushes to get herself prepared, startled awake by the pounding on the door. She bounds forwards to follow, stopping as she takes a look back at Jack.
"You ready?"

 

[Archangel99]

He's already dressed. "Yep! Let's go!" He says, running out.
They enter a long corridor lit by flickering torches that were starting to gutter after a whole night. Jack turns left, then right, then right again, before taking another left, hurtling down the corridors, his bushy tail flying out behind him.
They come out into a large courtyard, where they see all the new recruits standing in line facing the guard captain. Jack quickly runs to stand next to Amara, leaving Sadie to take the last place.
Once she's in place, the minotaur captain glares at all of them for a long moment. Then, he begins the drill.
"RECRUITS! ATTEEEN-SHUN!"

 

[jasmac]

Not really knowing what to do, Sadie doesn't let it show besides the twitching of her nose. She salutes sharply, right hand almost touching her eyebrow as she raises it adjacent to her head. Her other hand sits pressed up against her back, instead of at her side.

 

[Archangel99]

The minotaur glares at them for another long moment before speaking. "You all know why you're here. I'm not going to honey your job with sweet words and promises that you'll all be perfectly fine every day of your life. NO! That's not how it works! YOU have to protect the nobles from the rabble that seeks to kill them! And that rabble wants to kill YOU TOO! GOT THAT!?" He yells.

 

[jasmac]

Sadie keeps quiet, completely still among the masses. His words are no shock, but it doesn't soften the blow of how obnoxious his shouting is.

 

[Archangel99]

Around her, there is a chorus of "Sir yes sir!" that fills the dark, pre-dawn sky above them and reverberates around the circular courtyard.
When the minotaur doesn't see her speak, he slowly walks over to her, his hooves thumping on the ground. When he reaches her, he bends down so they're at eye level and she can smell his horrible breath. "What's wrong, soldier? Don't agree with them? Are you a traitor to the Kingdom?" He says levelly, his gaze piercing her. There is a deathly silence as every recruit's attention is now focused on them.

 

[jasmac]

Sade stares back, salute still present. "On the contrary sir. Didn't want to disrupt the masses by speaking out of place. If you so badly need to hear it, sir yes sir." She says firmly, just as unflinching.

 

[Archangel99]

"Good. Also... Where the fuck are your boots, soldier? You think you're bloody special or something?" He says, tapping the ground between her feet.

 

[jasmac]

Her neutral expression shifts to a subtle frown. "I assure you that I perform better without them. If you give a rogue a set of chainmail, he's hindered rather than helped. This is similar in my case." She explains.

 

[Archangel99]

"When a soldier runs the risk of running 20 extra laps for the drill, he knows he should put on some fucking boots, whether he performs well in them OR. NOT!" He yells in her face before pointing a meaty finger back the way she came. "Get out. And don't come back till you get your fucking boots on. And just a friendly reminder... This is me in a good mood." He growls.

 

[jasmac]

"Sure, sir." Sadie says back, turning to leave and walking off. Once she's out of sight, she rolls her eyes, murmuring curtly under her breath as she spits on the ground. "...and send your goddamn bodyshields to die why don't you, fat fucking bull..." is only some of the bitterness to come from her mouth as she tries to navigate back the way she came. In truth, getting thrown out on the first day is frustrating for Sadie. Her darkened demeanor promises subtle revenge.

 

[Archangel99]

She hears him speaking again to the other recruits. Remembering their directions from orientation, she finds her way back to her room, just as empty and messy as they had left it.

 

[jasmac]

Sadie flips open the lid to the chest, pulling out the boots and stepping into them. Disdainfully, she clicks them against the ground, far too clunky and large to be of any use. Not wasting anymore time, she rushes back into the hallway, sprinting back as fast as she can before the minotaur blows another gasket.

 

[Archangel99]

She manages to get there just as the recruits are about to begin the drill. She sees a female senior cadet leading them in a circle around the courtyard, with the back of the line just beginning to move.

 

[jasmac]

Sadie ducks her head, ears flat against her skull as she creeps towards the circle. Hoping that her cadets will extend a hand of not screwing her over, she tries to step into the line to start running.

 

[Archangel99]

The captain glares at her, but says nothing.
Yet.
The senior leads them on a full lap around the courtyard, which is about 100 yards, or 300 feet, in diameter. Then another. And another. And another. The thumping of their weary feet on the ground begins to get monotonous, almost robotic, and Sadie finds herself getting more and more tired as they go around the courtyard. The other recruits don't look like they're in much better shape either, many drenched in sweat as they slog through. Luckily, there's a cool breeze blowing which keeps them a little refreshed.
After 30 laps around the yard, the senior turns and raises her hand, calling a halt.
"Recruits! LINE UP!" The minotaur yells. Once they have all scrambled into a line, he barks out his orders once again.
"Everyone drop and give me fifty!" He yells, and the cadets drop to the floor, counting out their push-ups as the senior monitors them.

 

[jasmac]

Sadie drops as well, legs and back straight as she transfers the strain to her arms. She starts doing pushups, trying to ignore the burn of exhaustion by thinking. If her bitch of a father could see her now, he wouldn't be impressed. She thinks back to the boots as well, and the minotaur bossing them all around. Within seconds, she's fueling herself with quiet rage, still holding out with the rest of the cadets.

 

[Archangel99]

Some of the cadets collapse after thirty, too tired to move, right until the senior gets out a leather whips and smacks them across their sensitive rumps, which makes them yelp with pain and start doing their push-ups again.
Once they're finished, the captain calls out for them to stop, then roll over to do fifty crunches.

 

[jasmac]

Preferring the thought of not getting whipped, at least not at the moment, Sadie rolls over onto her back. Her sweat caked fur is a mess, and as she locks her fingers behind her head, she suddenly feels lucky that it's already the color of dirt. She's in no better shape than anyone else,but she sets her feet flat on the floor and bites the bullet, feeling the strain on her abdomen as she lifts her back off the ground, keeping up with the crunches to the best of her ability.

 

[Archangel99]

She only just manages to finish her routine, and the captain claps twice to signal the end of the drill. "Congratulations! You survived your first day of drills! Just remember it's gonna get worse with each day." He says, grinning cruelly. The recruits make nary a sound save for a weak "Sir yes sir..." For fear of getting on his bad side.
"Now for weapons training! Everyone follow Senior Cassandra to the weapons training room, where Master Lao'ren will show you the basics." He says, waving his hand dismissively. A few of the recruits stagger in place as they try to get to their feet, but most just collapse.
"Five minutes of rest, then we move!" Cassandra, another human female, calls out, receiving many moans of thanks.

 

[jasmac]

Sadie stays on the ground, trying to enjoy her five minutes of relaxation by staring up at the sky. The lazy movements of the clouds only irk her, so she shuts her eyes and tries to rest instead. For as exhausted as she is, she knows there's no risk of falling asleep with the fierce pounding in her chest and furious panting all around her.

 

[Archangel99]

After exactly five minutes, Cassandra gets them all up again and makes them follow her. She leads them back inside the building, and Sadie catches a few of the cadets staring appreciatively at Cassandra's toned, but slightly jiggly, ass.

About ten minutes later, they're in a large square wood paneled room standing in a line facing Master Lao'ren, who is a rather tall horse morph with sleek, shiny black fur. He nods to Cassandra. "Thank you, Senior. You may leave." He says firmly, and Cassandra bows and salutes before turning to walk out.

"Now then..." He steps to the side, revealing a rack full of weapons. "Go on. Choose!" He says with a grin. The rack on the far left has swords, ranging from rapiers all the way to giant claymores, and the one on the right has polearms ranging from a simple staff, and finishing with a large double edged sword.
With a cheer, more than half of the cadets immediately run to the swords rack, yanking out the largest, heaviest, or shiniest swords. The remaining cadets walk over to the polearms rack and look over the choices before picking it up.

 

[jasmac]

Sadie's eyes fight to stay off of Cassanadra's ass, and seeing her as a potential distraction, she's happy to see her leave. She slips into the crowd, pushing her slick hair out of her face, before reaching a hand into the polearm section. With a bit of jostling she takes a boar spear off of the rack. Satisfied with the find, she backs off and awaits further instruction.

 

[Archangel99]

One by one, the cadets filter back into the line, and Master Lao'ren looks over them, nodding. "Alright then... Everyone who took a broadsword, longsword, bastard sword, basically any heavy weapons, stay here. Those who took the lighter swords, go to that room there." He points over his right shoulder, where they can see another hallway. "And the polearm wielders go there." He says, pointing to his left, where they see an identical passage. About twenty of the fifty recruits stay, Jack along with them, and another fifteen head to the room on the right, Amara and Korel among them, which leaves the remaining cadets to head to the last room. They shrug and start to make their way to the passage, coming out into another square room, this one slightly smaller than the last.
There's a grey-furred female cat morph sitting on the floor with her legs crossed and eyes closed. Her ear twitches as someone takes the first step into the room, and she stays like that until the last person has entered.
Once they're in, she slowly opens her eyes and regards them all with a bright green gaze for a moment before getting to her feet. "Greetings. I'm Master Kalina. What are your names?" She asks, her hands behind her back.

 

[jasmac]

Sadie lets a second pass, waiting to see if anyone is eager to answer.