Fencing lessons

"I see you're not entirely convinced," said Adijah. "I'm leading a **** on a raid against a **** caravan tonight. Come with me and you'll see why ultimate victory shall be ours."

Krystal braced to attention and saluted again. What else was there to do?

"We'll begin your weapons training then," the general said. "I don't plan to use you in battle yet, but none of my girls leaves camp unarmed and you ought to at least know by which end to hold the sword.

"Corporal Mittens!"

A cat-woman covered with fur in a black and white patchy pattern trotted over, her four breasts bobbing enticingly, and saluted. "Ma'am?" she asked.

"Give our new recruit here a fencing lesson," the general instructed.

"Yes ma'am!" Corporal Mittens purred, her voice filled with the promise of a lot more than fencing. Rachel felt the crotch of her plain red shorts dampening at the sound of that voice. She'd always thought Japanese animation fans were a bunch of pervs before, but she found her tastes broadening since her... career change.

The sting of four very sharp feline claws scoring across her chest snapped Krystal out of her reverie. "I'll fuck you til your eyes bleed when we're off duty," Corporal Mittens growled, her whiskers quivering with annoyance, "but we've got orders now. Move!"

Krystal looked to Adijah, but the general had already walked off to confer with other succubi. Krystal started to get a sense of just what it meant to be on the very bottom rung on the chain of command. "Yes ma'am," she replied.

"Don't ma'am me, I work for a living," growled Corporal Mittens. "And heal that up," she added, pointing to the shallow wound on Krystal's chest.

"How do I do that?" the new-made demon asked.

Mittens rolled her hazel eyes in annoyance. "New meat," she sighed. "Just will it to happen."

Krystal concentrated for a moment, and sure enough the parallel marks on her chest vanished as if they'd never been. She followed Mittens over to a rack labeled "practice swords" and picked up a long slightly curved blade with a series of thick wires looping around the hilt.

"Sabre -- good choice," said Mittens, picking up an identical weapon. "Now hold it like this--"

"Wait a minute!" Krystal said. "This thing's sharp! What kind of a practice sword is this?"

"You've got to be able to feel it when I get past your guard," Mittens explained. "You'll learn a lot faster if not learning hurts. It's only steel, you can shake that off with a thought."

"If steel is for practice, what do we use for real?" asked Krystal.

"You'll find out tonight, if you've got any talent for this at all," Corporal Mittens replied. "Now hold it like this..."

A few hours later Krystal was sorer than she'd ever been. She'd left about a gallon of her blood (ichor, actually) on the practice field. But by the end of it she'd scored a few blows of her own. During the last round she'd cut off one of the two small black buttons that marked the corporal's shorts.

"Alright, you're ready," Mittens said. "Rest up for a bit. I need to fix my uniform." With that she stripped out of her shorts and sat down cross-legged with a surprisingly ordinary needle and thread to reattach her rank insignia. The sight of the naked cat-girl sent a surge of lust through Krystal, sweeping away the pain and exhaustion. A red-skinned demon with translucent fairy-like wings and small delicately curved horns on the side of her head nodded in approval, then winked. She walked over to one of the now-empty practice beds Krystal had noticed earlier and smiled invitingly.