Futanari System

PoV Base Commander Britten Beans

Sleep was never difficult to find this day.

Day in and out, there were lists of things for myself and everyone around me to do. Getting ahead of your duties meant you were severely punished with a list of more things to do and, god forbid, if you got your officer's attention with how well you were doing. You might even get what everyone was now considering the biggest curse you could get in the Army.

A Promotion.

I shuddered in thought, as did every single one in the Logistics army the Supreme Commander Chelsea Loveknot created. The Logistics Army was extremely understaffed, and everyone was running on no more than four or five hours of sleep. I even heard they took it to three hours of sleep at the front when making the latest fortifications.

Entering the Logistics army was my biggest regret and victory in life. I had been living in my tribe, and my mother had been taken, and I was forced to watch as my father was castrated in front of me before the nearby Tribe brought help and repelled the slavers. I could easily remember what those Empire slavers had done to me and everyone I knew when I was a kid in our little tribe.

We were a rare species of Beast-kin, and my wife was arranged. We were a species on the brink of Extinction, and in recognition of that, our Tribe was not expected to send Warriors to the front. But none of us wanted to do nothing for this war, and so most of our Tribe joined the Logistics Army under Supreme Commander Chelsea.

Honestly, neither did my pregnant wife know what I was signing up for, but I needed to help our nation. The Bunny-kin were giving us a way to do just that. Then, to my absolute idiocy, I stood out. I learned numbers, math, and reading quickly at night while working hard during the day.

During the day, I worked my feet and hands to the bone, and at night, I studied and tried to learn. The Officers said we needed at least a basic education to be more useful than anything other than carrying things to carts or driving carts. I did not know that I would now be the third in command of all the logistics for the Beast-kin Nation inside Silvermoon City.

My wife was now my secretary, and I looked out over a facility that seemed never to sleep. Day in and out, we were producing swords, clubs, and parts for the army. We were loading carts and sending them out with a line of carts and wagons that seemingly never stopped entering or leaving. Even still, each had to stop at a checkpoint and have the contents checked before being sent off. Same with going in; I had no idea why we were doing that till last week as I heard the Empire was confronting the main army.

A bunny-kin tried to sneak in something we later found out was to destroy a food warehouse. The poor girl wanted to go back to her master so badly. She was completely destroyed mentally as she was not functional without her master being right before her, and so we put her gave her to the local guards to hold onto.

What I did not expect was the series of follow-ups of people attempting the same thing. It was then that I realized just how important we were to the war effort. Now, almost weekly, we have attempted attacks on our headquarters. Looking down now, I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed as I saw another, a catkin this time, being pinned to the ground with something in the guard's hands retrieved from the empty wagon she tried to bring in.

I turned my head and walked out to my lovely wife, who seemed ready to bring me more documents. "Is there anything important?" I asked her, looking into her lovely red eyes.

My wife's cute little ears twitched, and she sighed, "The Elders are asking for additional support at the front and supplies so they can push an offensive."

"Oh, Us Ferret-kin is not going to allow that to go by; I will send a message to the Supreme Commander and add messages to all my bosses. How are they doing it this time?" I asked. Read the latest on My Virtual Library Empire

"Apparently, some of our soldiers are being pressured by B rankers when they are in C ranks and lower. Our basic personnel are being threatened to hurry the hell up when shipping things forward."

I closed my eyes, and things got worse. There had been pressure on us here in the back; we have been sending forward Construction and road-building supplies to the front as we worked on three things simultaneously. Logistical support for over half a million Beast-kin at the front, Building checkpoints and warehouse areas dedicated to moving supplies through the nation up into the Empire and making roads. All three could not be slacked off on the least.

Roads in the Nation were one of the first things that the Supreme Commanders started to work on, and it was not until I was high up in the army that I understood why. Wagon and cart maintenance.

The Goddess above and below, did the roads matter in terms of how fast things could move and the number of issues getting it to its destination? Wagon and cart maintenance took up a major portion of our supplies and movement. A dirt road, or even worse, a grass plain, was the worst thing for them. The wheels would erode faster, and the axle would easily break. So the less they moved around, the fewer issues there were, which is where roads came in handy. The problem was that there were not that many well-maintained roads in our nation. In the Major tribes and some smaller ones, but that was it. Now, we were developing a road network to the Demon Lands and the dwarven Kingdom. We needed food and supplies from there, so it was taking up a portion of the logistics army's focus, which meant less for the front.

The problem was that we did not even have a damn road to the Empire, either. The Slavers had some trials that would prove useful, but that was it. Now, we had a road from Silvermoon City to the border, and that was because of the attention we were paying to it. The road would not last more than a couple of years, but that was fine. WE would rebuild it better in the future if we continued to hold the land.

Then, we needed spots to rest the animals and the drivers, along with storage of supplies from the weather. This meant warehousing and sleeping areas for the logistics personnel! That needed to be done as we were putting in the road to also assist with where the damn road-building personnel work. All of which meant that we never had the manpower to be everywhere we wanted to be, with the complete lack of supplies for people at the back. Tribes were under strict rationing, and we were importing food from the Dwarves, Elves, and Demons. It was putting more and more strain on the economy, which I never thought I would have to worry about in my lifetime.

"No room for more supplies to the damn front. We just had another three carts and two wagons get severely damaged in a rainfall that washed out part of the fucking road. We need more gold, we need more wagons, we need more people, and I damn well need my bosses to stop pawning off these messages to me.

"Well, they went to the front and left you as the highest-ranked officer in the nation, " my wife pointed out.

I rubbed the tip of my ferret nose, and sighed, "Send a message to the Bunny-kin Elder council and then to the Dragonic leadership; we cannot keep bumping heads in the back line. I need to get my damn point across. The Supreme Commander has me here, and I have the absolute punishment of being the highest ranked in the damn Logistics army in the nation at this time. After everything is done, I will have to put my foot down and beg for forgiveness from the Supreme commander. I will have to do it my way, though."

"Are you sure?" My wife asked, clearly worried, and I smiled.

"We are an endangered tribe; the worst they can do to me is force me back to the tribe as a breeding stud."

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