The Husky's War.
#1 of The Husky's War
(( I do not take responsibility for what my characters do =P )
A pair of blue eyes sprung to life, engulfed completely by darkness as they looked up from the pillow. Terrible sounds filled the night air; the feline howls, which was really no different from any other night, but they were accompanied by a sound that she'd never wanted to hear, gunfire. Such things had happened before in her small town, but never had it come with such volume. This was not just a few rounds being fired by some gang, some petty thief that had a pistol to steal from a poor shop vendor. These were larger weapons with percussions that seemed to shake the pavement holding up her house. Rattling her husband awake beside her, her orange fur contrasting to his dark black, both were a happily married feline couple; her, a Maine-coon immigrant from the United States who followed her husband, a black feline in himself, back here to raise their family in his home country.
Erin sat bolt upright as her husband gave a slight groan that he was waking, "what is going on? There is shooting outside!" She hissed at him, the sun was coming up but Marian was fighting a sickness and unable to work and Erin just baked to make a small income. Sensing the worry in his wife's voice, Marian sat upright, twitching his ears to try and get a better tell on what was going on. Sliding himself out of bed, he stood up and gave himself a long feline stretch, capping it off with a mew.
"I'm sure it's nothing," he shrugged his shoulders and opened up the window to take a peak outside at the birthing sun. Raising a paw to cover his eyes from the light, his pupil's thinned and he dropped his hand. The sight before him taking him aback, forcing the male feline onto his rump as he stared with mouth agape at what he saw. Erin rushed over to his side and taking a peak out the window, shrieking as she began to claw hopelessly at the window. Not believing what it was happening in the streets.
An unheard round tearing through the air before it crashed into the woman's shoulder. Erin's eyes getting wider as the metal flattened down, shattering her shoulder and spewing blood backwards onto her husband. Her bright orange fur having made her an easy target against the black backdrop of the room she stared out from. As her body turned from the shot, the shooter took only a moment as the bullet slid back into the chamber before sending another round into the feline woman. Shredding through her gut and destroying vital organs, the bullet didn't hit bone and went through her into the bed.
Erin's mouth filled with blood as she fell backwards onto Marian, her innards flooding out the large whole the exciting bullet caused. His voice filled the room with a terribly pained feline howl as he held his wife tightly between his arms. He was just a store clerk and she'd done nothing, who was out there killing them and why would they,
Marian's thoughts ceased as he heard his children squeal loudly before the interruption of the chattering of fast firing weapon was heard. Their squeals turned to howls before being completely cut off in the gunfire. The door to their room burst open and Marian stared into the barrel of a rifle...
The Mauser Karbiner 98 bucked in his shoulder. Ice blue eyes sat staring down the 'V' shaped sights of the weapon, his eyes surrounded by black fur that pulled up and disappeared beneath his helmet. His facial fur was white everywhere but above his eyes, the exception being two eye-brow like white patches of fur. His right hand left the trigger to grab the bolt handle, quickly sliding it up and jerking it back to pull another bullet into the chamber. Slamming the bolt back down and grabbing the trigger again. His target still in view as he fired another round into the orange feline, grinning as he watched the target fall onto the ground; blood spraying from the Polish soldier's neck as he lay on the ground.
Lowering his weapon, the Siberian Husky, ashamed of his Siberian heritage, preferring to call himself a Husky, jumped up off the ground and ran towards the town. Other soldiers around him doing the same as they charged at the poorly equipped Polish defenders. Diving into a crater as rounds starting flying at the advancing Germans, Martin Kerrl cursed at diving in the hole so quickly. He hadn't even been able to pick up where it was that the enemy was firing at him from. Cradling his rifle against his chest, he adjusted his coal pot helmet and snarled at his stupidity. The Husky would have to rely on someone else to get him out the this jam, watching as bullets spit into the ground on the opposite side of the crater. 'Fuck, they know I am here,' he snarled again, looking around for anyone to signal.
Seeing comrades moving towards him, he growled, knowing they would be easy targets if they got too close. Pulling a potato masher from his waist, he primed the grenade and counted, "Eins, zwei, drei..." hurling the grenade back over his head, the last two seconds sounded off and the bomb went off. Flipping onto his stomach, Martin level his rifle and waited for the dust and debris to settle. A head bobbed up from ducking as the weapon had gone off, revealing his target. Targeting the Pole, the Husky squeezed down on the trigger, careful not to jerk the weapon as he knew he'd probably only get one shot. Watching the metal bucket from the man's head fly back with a burst of red against the sky behind him, the victorious German let out a grin before getting up to his feet and feeling a sharp pain in his leg.
Ice blue eyes went wide as he fell back down into the hole, howling before forcibly grabbing his muzzle and whimpering around it as he looked down to his leg. It wasn't a terrible wound, only a skim over his thigh, but it hurt like a bitch. Grabbing his rifle again, he hobbled up to the edge of the crater to look around for whomever had fired at his leg. Snarling as a bullet pinged on the ground next to him, Martin dropped into the crater again, keeping his head down. "Polish sniper!" He howled loud and the troops around him immediately went into cover.
By nightfall, the city had been completely overrun and with his injury, Martin was moved to be used as a garrison force for the town for the time being until he was fully healed up. It sucked, he'd joined to help build Germany back into a power and now he was being used to watch over some lazy Poles as they grumbled at him every time they passed one another. But it had its own perks too, from what he'd heard of those who were enlisted and went into Czechoslovakia, as soldiers they could do nearly whatever they wanted to whomever they wanted. It was something that he intended on trying tonight, especially since he hadn't seen Anita in some time.
The Husky's eyes closed just thinking about her. Her lithe body, black and brown fur running along her bare back, brightening in color as it moved to her stomach, giving her breasts and sex a much lighter complexion. He squeezed his eyes tighter at that thought as he felts his loins already starting to move as he thought of the Shepherd. She was the ideal German girl and he wondered if she'd still be waiting for him when he returned from the front lines. Shaking his head and drooping his ears, peeling the helmet off of his head. It was doubtful, just as he wanted to go find some Polish girl, Martin was sure she would be looking for some German that had come back from the Front already with some injury or she'd find someone stationed locally.
Growling at that, the Husky pulled his helmet back on and grabbed tightly at the strap of his rifle as it rested slung over his shoulder. 'Well damn, if she's going to be screwing someone, I damn well am going to find some Polish bitch to take for myself." As he stormed through the streets, he let his eyes dart around for any signs of life, knowing full well that the feline's that were here would only be here for a short time if any were left before the more fanatical German units came through to remove them. Sure feline's weren't great, and Martin did see why they had to be shipped off to ghettos and labor camps. But to even prevent them from being a wife or taking a married one away and then punishing the mate? That he didn't really understand, but he was constantly told he wasn't paid to understand, he was paid to go and kill those who were against his country.
The frustrated and overly anxious German growled his greetings to other soldiers as he passed them. His mind starting to wander to Anita again; his paws running through her soft fur as she smiled up at him. His white fur a complete opposite to her brown as he stared down into her brown eyes, guiding his hands playfully up along her sides as her own grasped at his furred chest...
Snapping out of his thoughts he snarled again, zeroing in on a young Polish girl he just spotted. They didn't like him and he didn't really like the Poles, but he knew what he wanted from the girl and he starting to suspect she knew what he was aiming for. She was a canine of some kind, what he didn't really care right now as he was thinking just out of lust for a woman. It really wasn't even all that long, but thinking about Anita and not being able to have his woman in front of him set Martin over the edge. It was probably stupid, but he broke into a run, his military boots clattering along the cobblestones as he tailed her into an alleyway. The woman was cradled in the arms of another Pole, roughly the same age as he was at twenty, but then why hadn't he been driven off with the rest of the military forces?
Martin's nostrils flared as he unstrapped his rifle and set the barrel towards the two of them. He didn't know any Polish so he tried yelling at them in German, "let go of the girl! You are under arrest!" He repeated it a few times before pulling out a whistle and blowing hard into it repeatedly; drawing the attention of a nearby German patrol that quickly fell in line into the alleyway. "Take the man, he is a deserter from the Polish military." Martin didn't know this for sure but it would have them take him away instead of asking why the Husky was chasing the two Poles anyways. As they pried the Polish man away, Martin grabbed the Tatra Sheepdog girl; wrapping an arm tightly around her from behind to hold her arms while grasping her muzzle closed with his other.
She squirmed in his grasp as he waited for the other Germans to leave, taking a few looks from them as they pretty much could guess what he was planning on doing. Throwing the girl onto the growl, she let out a yip of pain and starting barking at him in Polish. It didn't mean anything to him but he could tell it wasn't friendly and he responded by getting down in front of her and striking the Sheepdog harshly across her muzzle. Leaning his rifle on the wall, he didn't waste a whole lot of time inspecting the woman he grabbed. His mind was already filled with lustful desires of his brown furred vixen that was awaiting him back in Essens. Her hands clawed as his sleeves as he tore through the cloths she was wearing, the smell of her sex intoxicating his nostrils as he could feel his length probing out from its sheath and creating a bulge in his uniform pants.
Working at his buckle with one hand, he was forced to keep one on the struggling Sheepdog. Snarling again as he let go of his buckle and struck her again across the face, pointing a finger sternly at her, though certain she'd keep struggling anyways. Belt undone, he easily pulled down the front of his trousers, letting his pink flesh expose itself as it continued sliding out of his sheath. Taking a deep breath of the air from her sex, he growled and wished greatly for Anita's touch. This Pole would do nothing but sit and struggle, whereas his girl would certainly be pleasuring him at her own will. Martin's ears laid back on his head as he drifted back to feeling her large canine tongue along his length. Growling with pleasure just at the thought of Anita's actions, sending his length all the way out of it's sheath to stand erect in front of the struggling Sheepdog.
Coming out from his daydream, his ice blue eyes filled with a lust, pulling a squeak out from the Pole as she lay squirming in front of him. Both of his hands moving to her waist and propping it up off the ground to his thighs, giving her a large toothy grin as she tried to lean up to claw at him more. A hand moved to strike her again and she whined loudly before he slid the end of his length between her lips. Gasping himself as he could feel how tight her sex was against his member. Wondering how young the girl actually must be if she held his own sex so tight. He didn't give it too much thought though as he yearned too much for this, thrusting his hips to impale her completely on his length. The Sheepdog letting out a loud whimper and a gasp at the feeling.
The German didn't care if she wanted it or even enjoyed it, the feeling was too good and she was the loser in the battle. He was the victor, and to him go all the spoils...
(T.B.C. Thought's are appreciated, especially since I've never written a furry story before ^^; I'd love if you could tell me what I can improve on =] )