Description: A four-man squad gets ambushed by anthros while on guard duty.
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I wanted to go home.
But I couldn't; I had a duty to fulfill.
A few months ago, the unthinkable happened; what could be dubbed as WW3 broke out. Yes, that dreadful possibility became a reality, my reality. Unlike the first two wars, it wasn't initiated by Man against Man; but by the anthros.
Now, you might be asking yourself how that's possible? Simple, really; we refused their demands.
I'm not sure where it came from or for what reason, but they wanted us to give up half of all the men in the world to them. That was just impossible! I mean, how would one go about executing that? I get that they need us to procreate, but couldn't they have just asked nicely?
Whatever the reason for their revolt was, it was met with the same force, and that was when anthros all over the world joined together against us.
Honestly, I wasn't sure what was truly happening. I'll probably never find out the grand scheme of things or live to tell the tale, but if the latter happens, then know that I didn't have a choice in what my life had become.
My life.
In less than a month, I went from being your average college graduate to a soldier trained and ready to do whatever was needed of him, war crimes included.
The news of the war struck our isolated community like a truck going one hundred into a brick wall. Luckily, as sadly as it may sound, we were one of few towns in the Yukon to have no anthros at all, so it remained peaceful in spite of the new, dark age that befell the world. The bigger cities such as Toronto and Montreal? Weren't so lucky.
And then the Draft was initiated.
Unless you had some sort of disability or very convincing reasons to stay at home, you had no chance to escape the clutches of the government. Everyone could do something to help the cause, women included. Obviously, the women had jobs such as nursery, manufacturing weapons ammunition, and logistics among many other behind-the-line tasks that seemed small, but could significantly affect the tide of a battle at the greater scale of things.
Men, on the other hand, had to go fight face to face against the towering, intimidating female beasts that were the anthros who had an overwhelming advantage at hand-to-hand combat.
To say I was glad that ranged weapons existed would be like saying that the Yukon was a little chilling.
So yeah, the world was going to shit because the anthros decided to "do a little trolling" or something, fucking cunts. We had things going so well too! Pollution was declining, colonizing Mars seemed more and more plausible, the internet was being purged of the degenerates that deserve to be burnt at the stake and so on. But they just had to go and ruin it.
"Hey, are you daydreaming again?" A fist connected with my shoulder. It was a soft punch though, so it only hurt a little.
"Hmm, yeah," I returned to the present, ending my inner monologue by blinking the cold tears out of my eyes. Although it looked like I was crying, it was actually because it was literally freezing here and I hadn't blinked in a while.
"Well, you better cut that shit out before I tell 'Commander'," I didn't like Ron very much. Ron wasn't a bad guy, but he was way too serious... and a snitch.
I groaned, knowing that if my commanding officer heard about me "slacking off", he'd extend my guard duty by another week.
What I hated more than Ron was guard duty. It was necessary, but come on! Why did it have to be so boring? We weren't allowed phones, regular ones at least, or any sort of entertainment like cards or board games. I'd compare it to Chinese torture, but I know how that feels, and it's terrible.
I swear, the second this week is over, I'm hitting the hay so hard it'll leave an imprint of my body.
Besides me and Ron were two more soldiers that made up out team; Shawn and Jerome. Shawn was an okay guy, he kept to himself, did as he was told, had an emotional outburst here and there, but never in front or towards any officers, so he was alright in my books.
Jerome was... interesting. He had... mood swings? Yeah, let's call it that. As a soldier, he did great. As a person? Not so much. He could keep a straight face for hours on end, but if you call him small, he spews out every slur known to man with more venom than a rattlesnake, offensive ones included. But sometimes he doesn't do any of that; it's just weird. He's completely unpredictable, unstable even, but I suppose that's one of the things that makes a great killer.
Right now, the four of us were walking through the snow that had accumulated in the past week, reaching just above my shins. It slowed us down, but it didn't hinder our movement if we were to engage in combat.
Not like that was ever going to happen. Who would attack a shitty military base in the middle of the fucking Yukon? Only morons would, or crazy morons, or dumb morons, or-
Snap
We stopped, each of us reaching for their out respective weapons; Ron had a C19 rifle, great taste I may add, Shawn had a C7A2 with a halo scope attached for extra accuracy, Jerome had an M1911 he told us he got as a gift from his late father, and I had an MP5.
Our group had a diversity of capabilities, that way we could cover each other's weaknesses. Ron was a fantastic sniper, Jerome was the unofficial leader of the group, I had close range covered and Shawn could provide support.
"Did you hear that?" Shawn whispered, flicking his safety off. We followed in his action, our training kicking in.
"It's probably just a squirrel... a normal one," Jerome took the words right out of my mouth, "Stay on your guard, you never know."
"Yeah, you're ri- oof!" We turned towards Ron, a small, metallic dart stuck in his neck. We stared at him for a few moments before he pulled out the projectile, the tip of the needle painted with purple and red, the latter from his blood.
"Guys, I don't feel so g-" before Ron could finish his sentence, his knees gave out, falling face first into the snow and dropping his rifle in the process.
He was out cold.
This was an ambush.
"RON!" Shawn shouted, rushing over to help our knocked out comrade.
However, he was stopped by Jerome who grabbed his shoulder before quickly yelling the obvious, "IT'S AN AMBUSH!"
"WE CAN'T LEAVE HIM-" Another dart wheezed by, barely hitting Shawn as well.
Without another word, the three of us began running away, leaving Ron in the snow. As much as I didn't like the guy, he didn't serve to be left for the wolves, possibly literally. This was bad, if the anthros were here, then...
I fucking jinxed it, didn't I?
"Shitshitshitshit...!" Shawn was panicking hard, snapping his head around from one possible cover to another, his finger begging to pull the trigger and go full Rambo on the concealed attackers.
As we kept advancing towards our camp, Jerome pulled out a radio transmitter that fitted in his hand, commonly known as a walkie-talkie, "Command, do you copy?"
Just our luck; his call was met with static. Something was wrong, very wrong, "Can anyone re-"
Snap!
"AAAAAAH!"
Our leader fell to the ground, clinging to his pistol with one hand and trying to pry open...
A bear trap that caught his foot.
At a closer look, it was a padded one.
He might've not been injured too badly, but the situation was escalating; we lost Ron, and now Jerome was incapacitated.
"Fuck!" Jerome hissed, holding his pistol between his arm and chest while trying to open the trap with both hands. I kneeled down to help him while Shawn kept watch, but the damn thing just refused to open!
"Leave me! Go! Go!" Jerome ordered us, rearming himself with his trusty pistol.
"No! We can't-"
"It's an order! I'll hold them off!" Me and Shawn glanced at each other in a mixture of worry, but mostly fear.
Contradictory to our intense training, we were not prepared for real action. Was this how the American troops felt during the war in Vietnam?
With a shared, silent nod, we took off again, leaving another one of us behind in favor of alerting the others. About half a minute after we disappeared from the scene, we heard Jerome scream, though there were no gunshots.
"Peter, if we," Shawn huffed between breaths, cold air escaping his lips with each puff, "If we don't make it, I just want you to know... I was the one who shat in the urinals."
I almost stopped in my tracks, deadpanning at him with a face quickly contorting into shock and disgust, "Bro, are you fucking serious? I HAD TO CLEAN ALL THE TOILETS BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU FUCKING DICKWAD!"
"THAT'S WHY I'M CONFESSING MY SINS RIGHT NOW! I'M SORRY!"
We turned back to where we were running, the top of the radio tower poking out of the tree line. Just another kilometer and we were home.
"W... Well, I forgive you!" I genuinely did, and admittedly, it was pretty funny to see our drill sergeant stare at the misused urinal for a minute straight in silence.
"Thank you-"
Shawn fell down to the ground before he was dragged away into the bushes.
I ceased my sprint, frozen at what I had just witnessed. He didn't even get to scream, it happened so fast-
"AAAAAH! HELP-" Came from the rattling bushes before he was swiftly silenced by whoever captured him.
Followed by strange, wet smooches.
No time to think! Run!
I refocused on finishing the race back to base. How did this happen? Fuck ,fuck, fuck! I can't think- I can't be rational- rationalize- WORK FASTER LEGS! I shouldn't have skipped Leg Day!
As I closed the remaining distance between me and the camp, I heard quickening footsteps behind me. I redoubled my efforts in order to reach safety, the muscles in my thighs protesting at the pain they had to endure.
However, no matter how hard I tried, I never made it.
The anthro lunged at me, successfully tackling me to the ground. We rolled over a few times before stopping, I was on my back and above me was...
The biggest moose I'd ever seen; she was fucking huge, around nine or even ten feet.
How did she run so quietly then?!
"Gotcha~" And her voice, smooth like butter with a deep, feminine tone- GUN! REACH FOR THE GUN!
However, she'd disarmed me while I was still dazed, my MP5 laying a few feet away from me and her hands holding my wrists above my head, pinning me down against the soft snow.
I took a deep breath, about to scream my lungs out to alert the base nearby
Which was met with her full lips, preventing me from making any noise besides moans and grunts.
I screamed in surprise, turning into a drawn-out moan, my thrashing barely went noticed by the native beast holding me down. Her longer tongue darted into my mouth, violating me to no end in ways I didn't know were possible. At one point, she went deep into my throat, forcing me to swallow her saliva.
With every second that passed, I felt my energy being sapped away from me, my will to resist weakening as she made me drink more of her saliva... hmm, her taste reminded me of maple syrup.
Once I stopped fighting her, she separated us, several wet lines connecting our mouths, "How was that for our first kiss, darling~?"
I was speechless, unable to answer her from what I'd just experienced.
"You know what? I think we'll do it right here, right now, just like our ancestors did~" I wondered what she meant by that, but it became apparent when she grabbed the belt over my pants, breaking it off with one hand while the other kept my wrists nicely secured.
I began hyperventilating, realizing what she wanted us to do, "W- Wait! I-"
"Another word from you, and I'll break your pelvis~"
"... One thing... please..."
She rolled her eyes, her hand already gripping my pants and underwear, "What?"
"What happened to my squad?"
"... What do you think happened to them? We captured them, just like you~" She gave a long, tender lick over my neck, sending shivers down my spine, "You're quite the fighter, so I'll have to discipline you when we get back to camp~"
Camp? They had one of their own here? Shit, I only have one shot!
"WE'RE UNDER ATTA- HMM!" The hand that held my lower clothes switched its hold over my mouth, shutting my cry.
"You little..." She began giggling, "Did you really think that was going to work? We're taking over your base as we speak, silly~"
I was about to start wiggling again before I realized what that meant; we couldn't communicate with Command because...
Command had fallen.
Fallen to these fucking anthros!
"MMM! HMM!!!" I tired to bite her hand, but she let go of my mouth, knowing that I my screams would do nothing to stop her, "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU, YOU ANTHRO CUNTS!!!"
"YES! YES! FUCK ME! THAT'S RIGHT!" She returned with the same tone, drool dripping out of her mouth, "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMOOOORE!!!"
With that, any sort of civility was thrown right out of the window. She was hungry, and not for food.
Right after, she yanked my pants and boxers down to my knees, exposing my penis to the cold, unforgiving air. I shuddered from how cool it was, silently thanking the manufacturer of our uniforms for making them reliable and effective.
That uncomfortable feeling didn't last long as it was replaced by warmth and fluffiness.
Warmth and fluffiness that originated from the moose that wore a strange combination of a skirt and camo shorts, going commando as well.
Her pussy was pressed right against my shaft.
She began cackling at my reaction, my face red both from the low temperature and what she was doing, "You're just so fucking cute~" She began rubbing herself against me, leaning forward so her tits blocked my field of view, "If you just accepted our offer, we would've done this waaaaay easier~"
"Offer?!" I didn't know what came over me, but despite what was about to happen, I had to give her a piece of my mind, "It's all your fault! We don't need you, you fucking parasites!"
She ceased her grinding, her furred breasts no longer bouncing back and forth, "... I'm going to breed you until you put a baby boy in me just to prove how fucking wrong you are~"
...
I fucked up.
She lifted her waist off of me, that only meant...
I was fully erect.
God dammit-
I gasped, her juices leaking from my tip all the way down to my base, soaking me in her natural lubricant. She had my tip inside her, all she had left to do was let gravity do the rest of the work.
"I was going to go easy on you, but since you're so... rebellious~ I'm going to have to break you first~" Then, without another moment to waste, she let herself fall, taking me all the way inside her tight love-tunnel.
I threw my head back, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I couldn't hold myself together anymore, it was too much!
And just like that, I exploded inside her. She made me ejaculate the moment I kissed her cervix, filling her with a month worth of my cum, the chances that she wasn't going to become impregnated were close to none.
Once I shot my entire load, she sighed in joy, "I'm so glad- unf~ you find me so attractive, but it won't save you from your punishment~ "
And so, for what seemed like forever but was actually just an hour, the moose milked me over and over again until I was completely drunk on ecstasy, even when my balls were as dry as a desert.
Once she was sure I'd submitted to her, she pulled my pants back on and carried me bridal style to her little camp. There, I met up with the other guys; Ron was taken by a doe, Shawn was taken by a fox, and Jerome was taken by a bear.
By the time we arrived there, they were all snuggled by their respective anthros, now wives. We followed in suit, resting in the moose's private tent and sharing our body warmth for the night.
Perhaps surrender wasn't such a bad option after all.