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>Anthro soldiers occupy your house

>Demand you make them food while they're there

>Well they have guns and you don't so it's not like you have a choice

>Quickly whip up a simple beef stew using what meager ingredients you have left in your pantry

>The war hasn't exactly made it easy to stock up on essentials, and you've definitely lost a few pounds over the last several months from having to ration what you do find to eat

>You give the first bowl to the highest rank there

>She sniffs it with a stoic face, throws away the spoon in the bowl, then hesitantly laps at the stew with her tongue

>She licks her lips a few times savoring the taste, then violently shoves the tip of her muzzle into the bowl guzzling down the rest of the contents

>The other soldiers quickly snatch the big pot of soup off your stove and move it to the center of their makeshift barracks in your living room

>They each take a bowl out of your cupboard and surround the pot, shoving bowl after bowl into it before slurping down the chunks of beef and savory liquids

>You wait silently in the corner while they eat, afraid of what they'll do if you approach without permission

>After a few minutes they seem mostly sated, two lay on the couch snuggled together half asleep while another couple play cards on your coffee table

>Now that the pot was left unattended you slowly approach to see if they left you any, the aching in your belly driving away any previously held fear

>Your reach the pot and your eyes lower to see...nothing, they ate every last drop

>One of the soldiers playing cards glances at you with smug smile, her lips stained with your cooking

>You resist the urge to look here in the eye and stare longingly into the pot, ya know maybe you could lick the sides of it and at least get a tast-

>You feel a clawed hand grip your shoulder tightly from behind, her claws almost ripping your shirt

>With her other hand she brings up a bowl of steaming hot stew in front of you

>You slowly turn your head to see the wicked grin of their leader inches from your face, teeth yellow and glistening

>She opens her maw

>"Want? Eat?" She says in a thick barely decipherable accent

>Obviously this was some kind of trick, but damnit you really needed some calories right now

>You hesitantly shake your head up and down

>Her grin grows wider and she steps towards the group at the coffee table shooing them away with loud guttural commands

>They quickly drop their cards and scatter at the first word out of her mouth

>The leader wipes the cards off the table while muttering what you assume to be curses under her breath

>After setting the soup down onto the coffee table she does something puts a ton of bewilderment and an ounce of fear into you, she starts undressing

>Her dirt and blood stained fatigues fall to the ground and you're met with her panties and bra stained yellow with sweat and dirt

>She removes those more intimate pieces of clothing as well then takes a seat on the coffee table beckoning you closer with a clawed finger

>You stop a couple feet from her and hear footsteps behind you, must be the two card players

>She speaks in her foreign tongue and the two anthros behind you push you down onto your knees

>Your face now just about level with her crotch she leans back and raises her legs into the air bearing her womanhood in front of you

>It's about what you expected

>She cranes her head up to look at you and grabs the bowl of soup resting it on top of her crotch

>She barks a single order "Eat!", the soldiers behind you snicker and one of them nudges you in the back with a boot

>Order received

>Your head draws closer to her entrance and your nostrils fill with her musky bestial scent

>Your mouth reaches her crotch and you begin lapping at her folds much to the amusement of the two anthros behind you

>You could feel the heat from her womanhood rising and steal a glance at her face to see a self-satisfied expression

>After several minutes of one sided pleasure she tilts the bowl forward spilling some of its contents onto her cunt and therefore your mouth

>Reflexively you try to drink the stew only to find much of it has soaked into the fur that wasn't already saturated with her juices and your saliva

>You lick around her crotch until the taste of the soup is gone and the salty taste of the anthro is all that remains before once again resuming pleasuring her

>A few times you notice an increase in her wetness and a suppressed groan, this is typically followed by another pouring of soup

>This continues for what feels like forever, but eventually she pours the last of the bowl down her sopping wet cunt and you catch the last chunk of beef with your tongue

>After giving her one more subtle orgasm you pull your head away, staring at her with resigned eyes

>She leans forward and straightens her back

>After an uneasy silence she brings a hand to your cheek and leans in towards you, her nose now less than an inch from your own

>"No payment. No food. Yes?"

>You have a feeling this offer isn't open to negotiation

>You shake your head up and down

>The leader says a few words to the soldiers to your rear and laughter erupts around you

>That probably isn't a good thing

>She waves her two lackeys behind you away and they walk upstairs to take up sentry positions for the night

>The leader gets onto her feet and looks down at you with a paw on her chin

>What is she plotting?

>After a few moments she leans down towards you

>"Squad. Bonus. Warm."

>You shake your head in confusion

>She points to the soldiers sleeping on the couch

>"Squad! Bonus! Warm!" She repeats more loudly

>Oh...

>She was going to let you sleep with them tonight to keep warm, or was it going to be every night?

>Guess you would have to find out tomorrow

>You walk to the couch and lay half your body across one of the sleeping anthros

>You're soon joined by the now clothed leader; she drapes her furry body on top of your own and softly mutters a few foreign words before drifting off

>Your body is warm but a strange aftertaste still lingers on your tongue

>You overcooked something in the soup, that's probably what the taste it is

>Probably