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I took a long drag on my bourbon and water, letting it's warmth fill my muzzle and wash down into my guts. The bartender gave me a look, as if to say, ease up champ, but I ignored it. I wasn't his usual clientele I guess, so I could forgive him for not knowing any better. The college boys who seemed to be the staple feature of this dive wouldn't know how to handle good bourbon if it bit them on the ass.

I gave soft snort, and drained the rest of the glass, placing it gently on the counter and tapping the top to signal for the barman. He responded fast enough, even faster at the sight of the ten dollar bill on the counter. Yes he could be forgiven; hot deer guys with abs that won't quit always get forgiven in my book. Course, apparently I'm too forgiving anyway, one of my many faults.

Hmm, bite, ass...the thought lingered, and I turned to face the room again, checking out the talent. There was this one hot tiger dude playing pool I had my eye on since we came in, bent over taking a long shot up the table. I could tell he worked out, probably football judging by his size, and his firm rounded ass mounds wiggled along with his tail as he lined up the shot, working the cue like I wished he was working my cock.

*smack*

*thwock*

"Dude!"

High fives all round, and a beaming tiger fratboy raised his arms and flexed his guns, showing off. I was 'mirin, all right. Fuck he would look awesome on the end of my dick...

"Shit a fucking brick Silent, keep it in your pants for chrissakes!"

I blushed a little, ok maybe a lot, and turned back to the bar.

"Was I that obvious?"

My companion snorted into his beer.

"Only since we fucking came in Silent. Your tongue has been hanging out and there's a little puddle of drool on the carpet, and it looks like you're pitching a tent in your jeans, but otherwise, no you've got it well concealed. Good to see you've been taking all that covert ops training to heart you stupid moo."

My face burned some more, and I bit back, hard.

"Just 'cause you're jealous Easter. Want some fratboy ass of your own do you?"

One gnarled paw came out of nowhere and smacked me over the back of the head, and I almost dropped my bourbon.

"I told you never to call me Easter, Silent."

Ok, so he was a rabbit. Easter was supposed to be kind of cute, or so I thought. Our unit's very own Easter bunny. Besides, Bugs would have been too easy.

I met him on my first deployment out of basic, wet behind the ears, a wide eyed bull nub with no idea. Ending up as an artillery specialist by accident, I suddenly found how much I had to learn, and how quickly. I thought being big and all, just a heavy quiet bull, would see me through, hauling shells and hauling ass until I learned which way was up.

My new friend rode me hard, but I knew he gave a shit, and I knew it was for my own good. He taught me what I needed to know, always with a clip behind the head when I needed it, and I came to rely on him like my own rifle.

On marches I always took up station behind him. The Marines hadn't worked out helmets right yet, some things never change I guess. My horns caused all sorts of problems, and they finally made these long slits so I could slot it over my horns right. Easter never trusted his long floppy ears going through those slits though, so he folded them back and clipped them together behind his neck. The little flash of grey and white fur was my beacon as I strained to keep up, my heavy bulk not built for the long hauls. But I got better; and he would turn around every few miles to check I was still there, a kind of benign exasperation on his face and his whiskers twitching, give me a wink, and continue on into the scrub.

I secretly hoped to fuck no asshole ever used that same flash of fur as a convenient target.

Another slap to the back of the head, and now I was pissed.

"I said, Silent, don't fucking call me Easter, ok?"

I frowned, avoiding the direct response as always. I knew my reputation; Angus the gentle, Angus the quiet, the dreamy bull always with his head in the clouds. It wasn't entirely undeserved, but it wasn't the whole story. Still, I had my own bone to pick with this battle bunny.

"Fine, Walter. But lay off with the Silent will ya? You know that gives me the hump too."

"Silent G, it suits you Angus. Besides, what dumb as fuck bunch of trashy moo parents call their boy calf Angus for fuck sake. Angus...and you're not even an Angus. That's some serious mislabelling there Silent, the food labelling guys will have a fucking cow, no pun intended. 100% prime Angus beef...except you're a Hereford, aren't ya?"

I scowled into the bourbon again, letting it ride. I hated the name. I hated my name anyway, for all the reasons he said. And I hated the nickname, because it took me so fucking long to work it out and the guys all laughed and giggled and poked each other in the ribs and pointed and I laughed along with them until I got it. Angus. Silent G. What a fucking shit; and the name had stuck.

Whereas, I was the only one who called Walter Easter. I kind of liked that I had a special name for the rabbit. He was kinda my rabbit after all.

Another groan, and the rabbit threw back his beer and loudly called for a refill. The bar stag was back, now looking a little worried at my friend, who was grumbling and muttering into his ale while he gave dark sideways glances to the room. I decided to taunt him a little, though I felt kind of a bad moo for it.

Turning back to the room I checked out the talent again. The tiger had completed his game, and was drinking beside the table while a new group went at it. There was a pony in this lot, a big Clydesdale with soft golden feathering and rich brown coat like mine, and one hell of a gorgeous ass. His tail rose as if he knew I was watching and wanted to tease, and it worked as I got a good view of pony ass and a long deep crack in his cargo pants that hinted at the treasures below.

"Ohhhhhhyesssir Mr Pony....flaunt that ass..."

"Fuck!"

The rabbit slammed his beer down again, spraying froth.

"What was that Easter?"

So maybe I was in a stupid shiteating mood, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Fuck!"

"Yeah, gonna have to give me more there mate."

"Everything is shit! The Corps is shit, the stinking college town is shit, this bar is shit, and you are shit Silent. Standing there ogling fratboys like a fucking Yifftube whore, you shit me to tears!"

His voice became increasingly loud, and a sort of silence descended over the bar. I put a hand on his paw to calm him, and looked into his eyes finally. They werent good; deep pools of brown, with a lot of emotions ripping at the doors to try and get free.

"Why are you such an angry bunny tonight East...Walter? You're one angry fucker at the best of times, but you are in fine form tonight even for you."

It seemed to calm him, or maybe he was embarrassed by his outburst.

"I dunno, just am. Nervous about tomorrow I guess."

"Yeah." I knew that feeling. It was why the bourbon was flowing so hard.

"Just sick of seeing you ogling those fratboys, that's all. Get a fucking room why don't ya, well, one I'm not sharing with you anyway."

That stung a bit. He knew my preferences well enough, I had made no secret of them. From the time I bent my school quarterback over the hood of his pickup and had my first piece of hot jock ass, I knew I was what I always feared I was, but I had long since given up that fight and embraced it, along with a string of hot stud twinks who felt so fine clenching my cock in their tight confines. It wasn't about to change, and I didn't see why I should.

"What's the problem? You know what I like...and I know you bitch and moan and roll your eyes and make like my mom when I pick up some tail, but it's never been a problem. Fuck, you walked in on me and that Spanish pony at Bagram and didn't bat an eyelid, even brought us beers for afters."

"Maybe...maybe I've been concealing it all this time Silent and you never realised. You are one thick piece of moo meat, after all. Or maybe..."

"Yeah?"

"Maybe I just wish you would do what you always said, and join those fratboys rather than just fucking them. When are you quitting this chickenshit outfit and going back to college Silent?"

He knew how to prod me where I was vulnerable. I withdrew again into my shell, embarrassed.

"Fuck I dunno..."

"C'mon Silent. I know you, I know you have a brain, a fucking good one, better than any of the rest of us grunts. You can get support from the Corps, and do what you couldn't afford to do before. So why not fucking go for it?"

"I dunno, guess I was gunna check out the campus while we were here to be honest but..."

Another loud bunny snort then.

"Fuck the Lieutenant always said you were a born artilleryman."

"How so?" the reference made me sad, well sadder than I had been.

"He said you were always a gunner. Gunna do this, gunna do that..."

Now he was smiling, and didn't know whether to kiss or throttle the jerk. I settled for both, pulling him into a big bull hug by his neck and kissing his long floppy ears then trying to give him a wicked shoulder pounding while he fought me off.

"Hey..."

"Well, what have we here. Couple of faggots?"

It took me a second to realise the bar was very, very quiet. Looking up, I saw we had an audience, a large group of fratboys come to join us by the bar. The tiger was there, and the pony, amongst others, and they didn't look welcoming. Their girlfriends seemed to bunch up behind them, looking on with embarrassed but excited faces, contemplating the possibility of witnessing their boyfriends dispensing a good beating.

It was the tiger doing the talking, though it looked like his mates were in agreement. I tugged at my rabbit friend's sleeve, wanting to split as fast as possible, but bunny was in no mood for compromise.

"What did you say, cunt?"

"Please, Walter...let's just go and..."

"Oh h oho! Looks like your faggy cow here isn't much of a man hey little bunny?"

"I asked you, what did you say...cunt?"

You could hear a pin drop.

"I said, 'what do we have here, a couple of faggots'..."

Walter had gone very quiet. Deathly quiet. It was not a good sign.

"Yeah, that was what I thought you said..."

"Your little pansy cow has been checking me out all night, don't think I didn't notice. And you yelling at him from the bar didn't help. Your kind should stick to your own places, faggot..."

"Please, leave him out of it mate, he's straight anyway. It's me you are pissed with, and its ok, I'll buy you guys a round and go and..."

"The fuck you will Silent! This little toerag called us faggots...you don't get to do that..."

This was not going well. The tiger stepped forward, with the pony and a big ram at his side. The pony gave a slight start then, pointing to my arm.

"Hey Thommo, check it out."

I realised my polo sleeve had ridden up, and exposed my biceps. The brand was there for all to see, black on the brown fur. I had it done almost as soon as I joined up, though it made Walter shake his head and mutter dark things about stupid cows and young idiots.

I never told him I cried like a little heifer through most of it, it took so many strikes to complete the brand and the pain was fucking excruciating. Still, I wanted it, I wanted to belong. I so much wanted to belong.

And so my arm bore a complex pattern, including the famous globe and anchor for the Corps, and crossed cannons, and the simple yet instantly recognisable, Semper Fi. The fratboys saw it too.

"Well well. Not just a faggot, but a stinking jarhead too. Must be thick, poor moo boy trash...."

My rabbit was not talking, I realised. Looking to my side, I saw him looking around wildly, trying not to make eye contact with the fratboys, his chest heaving and breaths snorting from his nose with sufficient force to make his whiskers flap. His ears were active too; one twitching, kind of straight up, the other out at a 45 degree angle. This was also not good.

"Got anything to say faggot?"

The tiger pushed Walter in the chest, hard enough to feel anyway. The rabbit's breathing got faster, and harder.

The pony was the first to get the hint, being a herd prey species probably helped sensing danger, I know it worked for me mostly. His mane sort of twitched, and his tail flicked sideways as if sensing the wind. He looked at Walter keenly, backing a little as he did.

"What the fuck are you doing...?"

Walter fixed him with a thousand yard stare and his muzzle opened just enough to allow a low rasping sound to come out through gritted teeth.

"Trying hard to save your worthless hide, cunt..."

The tiger was too drunk to get the signals though.

"Hah! Big words jarhead. Bet you never even seen a fight, let alone killed anyone, faggot..."

And then he bitchslapped Walter's chest again.

"Big mistake cunt, and it's Sergeant McKinnon to you kitty boy...don't worry about remembering, it's going to be tattooed on your ass come morning..."

Then one gnarled rabbit fist defied most of Newton's laws of motion, going from a position beside the rabbit's hip to the centre of the tiger's face without transiting the intervening space, and it was on.

The tiger went down, hard, blood streaming from his face and a look on his muzzle like a duck hit with a hammer. The ram and pony stepped forward and swung, and suddenly there was a massive jumble of screaming, yelling, biting furs and two marines copping hits and dishing them out.

The action was decidedly one way though, and the fratboys seemed to realise this, about the same time the bunny bared his teeth and started screaming a startling banshee yell of pure battlerage. His fists flew, and he got the stunned tiger on the floor and wrapped one paw around his ears and used the other to deliver a slow deliberate slapping to his face while the guy kind of whimpered, each new blow kind of bouncing his head off the floor. A couple of the other fratboys tried to beat him off but their fists just seemed to bounce off.

Eventually I managed to push the pony away, the one with the awesome ass, who looked like he felt he had done his duty and now just wanted to get the fuck away and cry. Part of me wanted to join him, and console him, and...yeah, but I had a job to do.

I wrapped my arms around Walter's chest and managed to pull the screaming rabbit off the tiger, though his fists were still flailing, and it looked like he took a sizable bunch of earfur with him. His hindpaws smacked into my knees, and I grunted, but didn't flinch, and managed to get him out of the engagement and into the rear areas, or at least behind the bar, while the opposition regrouped and the poor buck tried to retreat into the drinks fridge with wide open eyes.

There was blood everywhere, and most of it wasn't even mine.

I gripped bunny hard by the side of the head, staring into his wide rolling eyes.

"Easter!"

"Fuck you!" a bunny paw smacked my chest.

"Easter!"

"Fuck you cunt! Let me at them!"

"Easter, it's time to go. The cavalry is coming, and it aint the good guys!"

"I don't give a shit!"

"Easter, we have important things to do tomorrow. More important than these assholes, and we can't do it from the hospital, or the stockade. What's it gonna be?"

His breath was coming in great heaving gasps, and he stared into my eyes, but I could see I had gotten through. Enough for him to stop fighting me and let me lead him away, in any case, which was all I needed. I grabbed his arm, and led him from behind the bar and out the back way, just as the fratboys were starting to receive reinforcements, and the first scream of a police siren could be heard in the distance.

We got out by the skin of our necks, but we got out. Besides, we had been in worse scrapes than this.

I managed to keep bunny on mission until we got back to the hotel. The cheap dive was nothing to write home about, but it was comfortable enough, and for right now, I preferred its low rent lack of services. No bellhop to see two ragged furs come back with blood all over them and call security, just a staircase and a door, and a basic bedroom furnished in chocolate brown and orange, and a bathroom with a toilet secured with a little strip of paper, "Sanitised for your piece of mind"

I dumped bunny on his bed, the one further from the door; he always insisted, and as an old paw in the service now, I knew why. I headed for the bathroom to take a long satisfying piss and get some towels and water for running repairs.

When I returned, he was sitting upright, apparently none the worse for wear, though he had a nice bruise on his left cheek, and his right ear looked kind of damaged with some serious blood pouring from a nick. His chest though, I could see dark on his shirt.

"Let me check you out Easter..."

I tried to lift his shirt, but he slapped me in the face, twice.

"Ow!"

"One was for making me run out of a fight. The other was for calling me Easter."

He sounded like he wanted to fight, but his eyes told me otherwise. And his ears; they were down, right over his shoulders and down his back. My bunny had taken some damage; I knew how to work with that though.

Heading for the little bar fridge, I pulled out a beer from the six pack I had bought from the drive through before we headed out to explore, and he popped the top and took a long swig. I manage to get his shirt up, and with a lot of difficulty, managed to get it off his arms one at a time, with a quick paw switch for his beer to make it possible.

He sat on the bed, hindpaws swinging in the air, a beer now casually held on the bed, shirt off. The tiger must have used his claws at some stage, and left a nice long gash, three parallel lines of blood on skin. I used the damp towel to wipe off the blood, and my emergency medical kit to repair the damage. It didn't look too serious, only a couple of spots needing a dressing. All the while I worked, he just quietly drank his beer, never speaking, but watching my moves.

I sat back on my hooves, and he smiled at me at last, and it felt so warm I smile back too. He saluted me with his beer, and flexed his muscles, looking for sore spots. He winced a few times, and I could see the beginnings of bruises on his ribs and shoulder. I surveyed his body for long seconds; the long lines of lean muscle, the soft grey fur, the ribs obvious under skin. He was a good foot and a half shorter, and at least a hundred pounds lighter, but he was built like a bantamweight boxer, all grunt and muscle and sinew. So different from the guys I went for...

"So, why haven't you hit on me before Silent?"

I was too startled by the question to bite back at the name. It was as if the rabbit had read my mind.

The thought was a funny one though, and I laughed, reaching for my own beer to take a long swig.

"Well, apart from being straight..."

"Never stopped you with the fratboys, you love 'em straight and curious. Besides, who says I'm straight?"

I laughed again, enjoying the joke, before realising he wasn't laughing. I stopped, and let the beer fall to the floor for the moment, as my bunny gave me the death stare almost like I was the tiger fratboy in the bar.

"Um...well..."

"Never did ask, did you Silent. Such a dreamer, and so fucking dense..."

"Hang on. Are you saying?!"

"Silent, I'm fucking gay too you stupid hamburger patty. Have been since I was in school, just make sure I don't let people see it. Well, not unless I want to..."

Now that hurt, a bit.

"Who the fuck knew?"

"Well, the Lieutenant for starters."

"Holy shit! And did he take it well?"

"Very well...his ass felt amazing."

I had made the mistake of trying to drink my beer, so the statement caused me to suddenly gulp and shout at once, sending a shot of beer up my nose and out and making me cough and gasp uncontrollably. Walter knelt down next to me, patting my back as I fought for breath.

"Wha..."

"Yeah, we had a thing. For a little while, at least. I knew he was, soon as he joined the unit, and boy was he green on so many levels. But I managed to show him how to be the leader he could be, trouble was, he knew he couldn't be banging one of his own men and stay focussed. We had to stop."

"Shit, Walter, I'm sorry..."

"Don't sweat it Silent, I haven't had anyone since, and I don't know if I will any time soon. Gotta be right, you know? If it aint right...well..."

I knew what he meant, or at least I thought I did.

"The Lieutenant told me I should tell you. I told him you would work it out yourself, eventually, but he just laughed. He was right, the fucking pony. You always were stuck with your head up your own ass."

The beer went down in one last gulp, and he wandered to the fridge to get another. It didn't look like it would last much longer either. I sat back on the edge of my own bed, and looked at my friend with new eyes. It just couldn't be...

"So, I repeat Silent. Why haven't you hit on me yet?"

"I told you."

"Yeah, and now you know. So no more excuse; here I am, drunk, horny, hurting, shirt off. Why aren't you hitting on me?"

I was fighting for answers, and for some sense of reality, which seemed to have become wholly warped in the last hour. I hadn't had tequila though, so I couldn't blame that for the headspin I was experiencing.

"You're cute when you think Silent. Your little nose ring kind of dances a bit as you huff through your nose and your eyebrows furrow and your little tail tuft kind of flops side to side. It's fucking endearing, always has been."

"I...I..."

"Have I ever told you how much it shat me that you always marched behind me on the track? How much I wanted a view of your magnificent ass and those twin mounds of muscle just jiggling in your fatigues..."

"Holy shit!"

"Holy shit indeed Silent...holy motherfucking shit."

He stood and walked casually to my bed, before draining the beer in one swallow and tossing the empty on the floor. It broke, and he didn't seem to care. The grinning rabbit suddenly knelt between my legs, placing a paw on each ankle and spreading them wide, opening my crotch to frontal assault. I mooed in surprise, but he didn't attack straight away, instead running his paws down to my hooves and teasing the soft hoof fur running down from my ankles. My cock suddenly came alive, and pushed at the opening of my sheath seeking the air.

"Bet your stupid college boys don't even know how to fuck right..."

I felt strong paws grip my waistband, and he yanked hard, catching the fabric on my swelling bull meat and drawing a long bellow of pain. The devil rabbit just laughed at me and yanked again, and I lifted my ass off the bed to give him easier access, and avoid having my sheath ripped off by the horny fucker. He shimmied the denim down my legs, all the while taking long gropes of my thighs and calves, digging his claws into my flesh until I felt like a well tenderised steak.

Then he bent his muzzle and sniffed, right under my balls.

"Ohhhh!"

"Yeah, smell so fine Silent. Prime beef, all musky and rich. I've wanted this so fucking long. Bet it tastes better..."

"Hey, wait, uhh...ohhhhh"

He didn't test out my tailhole though, thankfully. I had never gotten used to that, on the receiving end, preferring to pound jock ass and be done with it. Instead, his lips teased the tip of my cock, sending shivers through me and making my tail slap the bed in pleasure, before opening his grizzled mouth to suckle on the tip.

I leant back, in heaven, eyes closed, letting long moos out to tell of my pleasure. Fuck it felt good. It felt amazing; his lips suckled tight on my shaft, spreading warmth down my length as he took more and more into his maw, and I ached to buck my hips hard into his hot muzz and spray a heavy load.

More than that though, I wanted it to last, and he seemed to sense it, cupping my balls and squeezing when I got close, and I ran one hand through his headfur, playing with his long floppy soft ears as I came off the boil and he began again, so good.

My mind wandered, back to the bar. That pony; ohhh that sweet pony, the Clydesdale, who looked so lost when the fighting started but got stuck in anyway. He just needed a cuddle...and a hand to guide his soft pony muzzle to my cock....

"Ohhhhh yeah pony..."

The warm delicious sensations stopped, and I felt the paw on my balls suddenly squeeze, hard. I saw stars, and bellowed out in pain as my testicles felt like they had been run over by a hummvee.

"Pony pony pony...thinking of those fucking fratboys aren't you..."

"No...well maybe..."

A paw slapped my muzzle, hard, making my nosering jiggle.

"You fucking asshat Silent. All you can think about is those fucking useless pricks, and their big bodies and their perfect lives. 'Oh Mr Soldier Bull...please take my straight fratboy ass'...fuck it! You probably never made love in your life, just fucking like a stupid calf beating his meat in his bedroom. You never even lived you stupid side of beef, fuck!"

He was screaming now, and I was almost crying as the words hit home. I was begging now, pleading with him to give me a chance. The growl was back, the deep growl of angry battle bunny...and it was directed at me.

"Another chance? Maybe Silent...you have a lot to learn....right, on your hooves soldier!"

Suddenly, I felt the grip on my balls tighten agonisingly again, and another paw grip my left wrist. Before I could react, I was upright, standing on shaking hooves, with my balls pulled down hard, cupped in an angry rabbit paw pressing claws into sore and battered flesh, and my arm had been twisted painfully behind my back. I was panting, hard, my cock still erect though, swinging out like a third arm, and I could feel my rabbit pressed close behind.

"Think you can learn something Silent?"

"Y...yes Sarge..."

"Good..."

I was pushed, hard, and fell onto the bed on my knees, head pressed to the unyielding mattress, hooves spread. My breaths came in short gasps, hot against my face squashed into the fabric, my nosering bent up painfully as I waited for something I feared and needed.

"Ahhhh!"

"Just a reminder Silent...a wise president once said, 'If you've got them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow'. Hope I've got your heart and mind with me you moo..."

He squeezed my balls harder, and I shuddered and begged.

"Please Sir...please...oh God..."

"Fair enough Corporal...time to see how well you learn..."

I felt his muzzle on me then, and winced. My secret shame, or vulnerability, I had never been fucked, and only rarely touched down there. I liked keeping my distance...and being in control. Nothing about this was distanced though, or in control.

Warm breath coursed over my taint, and I mooed deep. He just huffed on me, all the while keeping the grip on my balls and my wrist, even twisting extra painfully when I tried to move. I settled in to take it, and he went back to the gentle huffing, just under my tail, which swished excitedly, then my tailhole, which made my whole body shake, then my taint, then my balls...

Oh God the feel of his hot breath on my balls...

"Such a big pair Silent...perfect for some worship...need a lot of emptying though, but don't worry. They'll be nice and empty when I'm finished..."

"Ahhhhhhh!"

It started with warm breath, as he blew all over my calf makers, but then I felt the stunning warmth of his tongue, and the sharp feel of rabbit teeth as he bit playfully, his paw moving up my sheath to jack my cock while his muzzle took the role of captor of my balls. I wasn't trying to escape either, though he kept his grip tight, just in case.

Then I felt lips surrounding my tailhole and tried to clench, even though I knew it was futile. I got a rabbit claw in my piss slit for my troubles.

"Relax soldier..."

"Y...yes...ohhhhhhhh"

I took my first tongue. It doesn't sound much, described like that. A long tongue took my ass. Better, more accurate too, as I was the passive, and it definitely owned me.

My ass lips spread, and a surprisingly rough pink rabbit tongue sawed into me, eating me out, stretching my virgin ass and opening me up and spreading warmth and need deep into my bowels and making me moo and beg like a two bit whore.

Better, just.

At some point I felt him let go of my wrist. I didn't fight it though, instead reaching out now with both arms to grip the headboard on the cheap and nasty bed, soon to be the place of my deflowering for all its banality. No more yielding than a camp cot, and not much better smelling, it could be the finest bed in a five star hotel and it wouldn't be any better.

I realised I had all I needed.

"That's it soldier...good calf...sweet calf..."

He was kneeling now, and I looked behind, a bit terrified, a bit needy. I could see the end of his cock slapping against his taut belly, all the beauty of his compact form there for me, the flow of muscles as he moved into place at my ass.

His cock touched my taint, laid straight up along the sensitive flesh, the head poking over the crest of my back, with my tail entwined around the shaft just below the corona. I realised he was huge; bigger than mine, and on his lithe and short body, obscenely massive. I saw him looking into my eyes, a wicked grin, and a wink.

"Hows this compare to your precious fratboys Silent?"

Then he moved, and I saw the pink head retreat, and he brought his paw in to line up on my tailhole and I felt it, the wide throbbing head of his cock. He brought his paw up to his muzzle now, with his head pressed tight into the ring of my ass, engaged but not committed, and liberally coated his fingers with spit before returning to jack his length.

I felt his head pulse against me, and the delicious feel of pre trickling across my ring, as his lewd jacking provided an extra spurt of lubrication.

It was just as well.

"No lube I'm afraid Silent. If you want to live up to your nickname, better bite the pillow."

I had just enough time to comply before a hot burning pain began in my ring and I felt my ass spread, well wider than it had been by his tongue. I mooed into the poor defenceless pillow, teeth shearing through fabric, hands clenching the sheets in a bunch as his fat head slowly forced inside, and I felt my ass quivering with unfamiliar feelings as it took his cock and loved it.

Slowly he pressed on until it felt like I had a baseball bat up my ass, and then he stopped, and I let go of the pillow, and turned my muzzle to look again. Then I saw it; a look of pure bliss, a weathered rabbit face transported somewhere beautiful, somewhere else, eyes closed and bunched, smile broad with his big front teeth out and gnawing at his lips, and his ears up and twitching as he rocked back and forward slow and steady. I spurted a long line of pre onto the bed, feeling as the burn turned to a tingle turned to an itch turned to a hunger, and still he rocked slow and steady, paw still clamped painfully on my balls.

Then he slapped my ass, hard, and pulled, forcing me down flat on the bed, using my sack as a handle to move me like cargo.

"Time to show you what it's really like Silent...my beautiful calf..."

He was over me then, the lithe body of my bunny, touching and yet not crushing, light and eager. He pulled back, and I sighed, feeling his length leaving me, but I need not have worried. Walter had no intention of leaving my ass until he was well and truly done.

Hips suddenly slammed forward, and I took a hard penetration to the hilt, my ass clenching and quivering in shock, as a new sensation ran through me, the feel of being deep fucked and having my prostate rubbed from inside. Taken at last; completely.

"Hold on tight soldier..."

I gripped the bedclothes again, and felt the second withdrawal, and a new harder slap, as hard hips slammed into my big muscled bull ass, and a crack resounded in the small room, hips and belly and legs striking bull flesh. I moaned, my muzzle forming a wide 'o' and tongue extending to drool on the mattress, as my battle bunny took out his anger and his love and all the emotions he couldn't name on my ass, with a hard rapid fucking that sent his long cock in to wreak havoc on my guts and pummel my poor prostate into a spasming mess.

I mooed, deep, and begged, first for gentle, then for harder, as his hips slammed again and again and my ass stretched and relaxed under the assault. His paws gripped my horns then, and he pulled my head back roughly and I was no longer moaning into the bed but into the room and into his eyes as I turned to look at his wild eyed stare of lust and need as he fucked me into a submissive mass of beef.

Then he started dirty talking.

"Such a hot ass, my precious bull. Did any of your fratboys make you feel like this, eh? Did they make you cry like a needy bitch, and beg for it harder? Did they spread your little tailhole and make your nut sing? Can you feel it little cow, how it feels when I nail your nut? Does it build in your balls, and fill your cock? Do you want it little cow? Do you want it?"

It was just as well the questions needed simple answers, it was all I could manage.

"No...oh no...noooooh...yes....yes...yes...yes...yes...YES FUCKING YES YES YES!"

I came, screaming, mooing, bellowing, spraying the bed, clenching down on his cock, taking it like a good subby bottom, my whole body on fire. I felt it then, as my own orgasm receded, a wild jabbing from my rabbit, and a spreading tide of heat deep in my guts that grew and filled and marked me. As I rested, panting and spent, I felt him pull out, my ass tingling with a painful burn and a damp feeling on my taint.

"Wow. Your ass looks sore Silent. Need some treatment on that."

"Oh yes, please Sarge..."

"Course, best treatment is cock."

"Huh?"

I noticed the deep evil gleam in his eyes, as he gripped my hooves and ran his paws up my legs. He was still hard, I realised. Magnificently, totally, drippingly hard. I stared.

"Yeah, haven't heard about how rabbits fuck, have you Silent."

"Um...I thought it was like an urban legend."

"Does this look like an urban legend?" he managed to laugh, the cocky bastard, as he suddenly gripped my legs hard, claws digging painfully into muscle, and he used all the strength in his wiry small frame to force me to turn, over on my back. I could feel the small of my back resting on a warm sticky puddle of cum, a puddle I was adding to every time I flexed my sore ass and managed to squirt a fresh drop of rabbit spoo onto the sheets.

I stared then, intimidated by his jutting cock, the head so fat, glistening with the evidence of my deflowering while he jacked it for my viewing pleasure. Then he gripped my legs again, forcing them over his shoulders, and he slid his ass forward, still kneeling, and pressed his cocktip to my tailhole.

"Now relax again little calf..."

He waited, and I kept silent for now, wanting to watch this magnificent thing. I could see his cock between my legs, it's pink length partly obscured by the mass of my sack. I reached down to pull my balls to one side so I could see, and he smiled down at me as he slowly entered, one long entry, all the way to the hilt.

We stayed that way for long minutes, the rabbit humping his thighs forward into me, me laid back with my legs wide in the air, his chest upright, watching my reactions, before he pressed my thighs to his chest, and leant forward to crush them between us as he brought his muzzle to mine and began a deep punishing fuck that spread me deeper than I thought possible while me tonguefucked and growled wildly into each others muzzle and the pain and pleasure and the wild hard need grew until I climaxed and went slack and he pounded on into his own ending and we rested, just holding, until he kissed me on the nosering and turned out the lights.

When I woke I instantly regretted it. My ass burned, not in a good way, my tongue felt stuck in my muzzle, which had a slightly furry feel, and I ached in several places I hadn't yet realised last night had taken hard impact from the fratboys but now throbbed and shrieked and begged for soothing.

I managed a long low moan, not even a moo I was too shaky. Opening my eyes, I saw Walter standing looking out the window as the sun came up.

He turned, eyes clouded, and looked at me.

"Hey Silent."

"Um...hey..."

Then he padded on his soft bunny paws to the bathroom and I heard the shower running. For now it was too much, and I left him too it, letting the new day wash over me slowly, though the magnitude of many things could not long be denied and I knew it. Not least, the feeling in my ass, where the ring felt like it had been sandpapered with razor blades and my crack felt like it had turned into a riverbed for flowing rabbit cum.

I reached back to soothe the burn as the rabbit took his shower, fingering my abused ring a little tenderly, and I was rewarded by a sudden tingling in my ass. I pressed against the wide open pucker, and slipped my fingertip inside, and couldn't avoid a low moo as the sensations returned, the deep tingling itch I remembered, when Easter took my ass and I felt his hardness breaking me into a good bottom bull. It was there still, still needful, still amazing, and I pulled my finger out reluctantly, pleased to feel the tingle remained. I brought my finger to my muzzle, sniffing uncertainly, before reaching out my tongue for a hesitant lick.

"Now that is a fucking vision Silent!"

I blushed crimson then, and tried to hide under the bedclothes as the laughing rabbit pounced on the bed and wrapped a paw around my horns.

"Gotta love these. Give me something to hang onto."

I poked my muzzle out from under the sheets and gave him a quick kiss, one he reciprocated, before it turned into a long deep tonguefight in my muzzle leaving me aching and horny and breathless before he pulled back suddenly and stood looking down at me with a sombre look on his face.

"What now Easter?"

"I dunno Silent, well, except one thing. You fucking stop calling me Easter."

I turned onto my front, waving my ropey tail at him and flexing my ass.

"Make me Easter!"

He responded all right, jumping on the bed with a yell and slapping my ass hard enough to raise a welt, but I wasn't getting sex that morning. It was probably for the best; my mind, and my heart, were in enough turmoil as it was without doubling down the crazy.

"Silent, we have a job to do, remember?"

I remembered, and I remembered last night too, and the added significance of what we faced.

"Are you going to be ok Walter?"

"Yes you big moo, what do you expect, a wailing pile of rabbit fur like a fucking Beatrix Potter story?"

"No, I just..."

"Can it Marine, and get your game face on. Or else."

That was the end of any discussion, as I knew from experience. Game face; all action, no worry. Not till later, anyway.

We groomed and dressed, putting on our best dress uniforms, everything just so as it should be. We wanted to make it good, for a whole lot of reasons. This mattered, in a way the fratboys would never get.

The cemetery wasn't far, and we walked in silence, each lost in our own memories. There were too many most days, and even more in the nights. I had woken, fitfully, about 4 am, to the usual nightmares. The feel of a warm solid mass of rabbit muscle sent me back to sleep with a smile.

Now I was grateful to have him beside me again.

As we approached though, I was aware that there might be a problem.

"Oh fuck. Fucking fuck fuck fuck fuck."

"it's ok Easter, honest."

He had spied what I had, a small bunch of very noisy people carrying placards. Even from a distance, I could make out the words.

"God Hates Fags"

The loopy cavalry were in town.

"Fucking Westboro, I will so fucking kill them, rip out their intestines and hang them with them, then feed them to the wolves. Then blow up the fucking wolves with C4."

When he got on a roll, my bunny could be kind of Unabomber creepy.

"Relax Easter."

My bunny turned on me then, I guess because I was the one who was there.

"Relax? Fucking relax? I won't fucking relax Silent. I won't fucking take it. Not everything works that way you stupid bull. Not everything works by talking and taking the moral fucking high ground and forming a fucking drumming circle and singing Kum-by-fucking yah. Sometimes even you, you useless dreamer, have to do the shit. Sometimes you have to...you have to..."

He was hammering on my chest now, as if it might make me listen. I knew what he was saying too, as it was buried in my memory, until most nights when it came out and fucked with me, and fucked with us, if I was honest. Now we were...well, what the fuck were we. Of that I had no clue.

The roar built slowly, so we both barely heard it, but my ears flicked and I realised it was there, when my tail started to twitch. I was a sucker for a big bike engine, especially a Harley, and I sensed plenty in the group. And there were many, as promised.

"What the actual fuck?"

A big group came into view, heading towards the graveside where the funeral was to take place, though the family hadn't arrived yet. They would soon though, and when they did, they would have some extra company, and a large and silent body to place between the mourners and the fruit loops. It would be like the Westboro nuts were never there.

"The cavalry has arrived Easter, and this time they are the good guys."

"The Patriot Guard?"

"Yep. I talked to the family, and, well, thought I should make some arrangements just in case."

My rabbit just held me then, his short arms still closing nicely round my waist.

"Not bad Angus. Not bad at all. Good forward planning. We might make a soldier out of you after all. The Lieutenant was right."

All I could think of was the singular joy in hearing him actually call me Angus.

The funeral was hard, and we both had our moments as the honour guard folded the flag and handed it to his mum. The Lieutenant had gone against his parents' wishes when he joined the Marines, and I wondered what they felt now.

We would find out soon enough though, as the part we dreaded most could not be avoided. Both of us put on our best game face to survive the artificial gentility of the family afternoon tea, with the mourners, and friends, and the reverend all solicitous, standing out like a frigging landmine sign in out dress uniforms, and of course we could see the thoughts in their eyes, and we knew we couldn't avoid the question, if it came from the family.

What happened? What, really, happened?

I had asked my rabbit the question as we waited in the school hall, wondering what we could possibly say. He was practical.

"The truth, to the extent that they can take it in Silent. Which means parts, but not most."

I didn't know how to do it though.

How the war became something nobody would understand from watching WWII movies, where you never knew where the enemy was or what he looked like.

The way artillery became almost useless, unable to get where it was needed in time to make any difference, and so instead they relied on forward observers on the ground, up close and personal, calling in attack choppers and fighter bombers who could respond in time. We had volunteered for retraining, the Lieutenant because of duty, me because I knew no better, and the rabbit...well, I never did get that answer. I wondered now if the answer lay in the grave we had just left, and whether my answer was really standing next to me.

Then the fateful day, another boring sweep until the sniper fire started. The Lieutenant went down almost immediately with a round through the chest, and we sheltered behind a rock while he coughed out his life over my knees. My battle bunny never wavered. I don't know how.

We managed to find the sniper positions, from the muzzle flash out of the semi darkness. More through good luck than good soldiering, I got inside one after the sniper had been suppressed, and found around a dusty corner one insurgent, lying against a wall, a wound in his shoulder and his gun by his side. He was really a kid, just a young dog, in spite of the beard, mumbling allahu akhbar through pinched lips as his eyes went grey. He wasn't done yet though, and I raised my rifle to fire.

And I couldn't do it. I froze.

He seemed to realise, and reached for his gun, even with a round in his shoulder, and still I just stared.

Then a shot rang out, and he slumped, lifeless. My rabbit stood by my side, his pistol drawn, staring at me as if I was mad. Maybe I was.

"Corporal, if you ever freeze like that again..."

"Aye Sarge..."

And we went back to supervise the recovery of the Lieutenants body. My rabbit had gotten more angry from then on, I realised now. At least now I knew why.

"So Easter, what do we say?"

He sighed, a sigh that came from really deep in his guts.

"Confusion, dark, shots suddenly, a random shot, a firefight, a hero, a quick end. Same as always Silent, no matter what the real story. It serves its purpose though. For them at least."

It would have to do.

We stood awkwardly afterwards, as any soldier in dress uniform at a civilian gathering will inevitably do, trying not to be noticed when that was of course impossible, eyeing the scones, and wishing like fuck for some beer instead of tea, and Walter finally managed to extricate himself from the reverend. We managed to find a quiet spot over in one corner to talk, though neither seemed to know what to say. Eventually my rabbit reached a decision.

"So, Silent."

"I thought I had graduated to Angus?"

He gave me a big smile, and a hug.

"Don't get ahead of yourself calf, still a ways to go. You did good, today. And last night, just quietly."

I returned his smile, basking in his approval, and the memory of being fucked as much as made love to by a wild hard battle bunny.

"And if you want to go on being high in my estimation, you need to promise me something."

"Anything Easter."

"Ok, two things. First, stop fucking calling me Easter."

"Maybe. Next?"

"Leave this outfit and go back to college."

I was angry now, and I was about to remonstrate, but he put a finger to my lips, calming me enough until I looked into his eyes, and the emotion made me forget completely.

"You are no soldier Angus. We both know it. Oh, I know you might be able to pull the trigger next time, but it will always haunt you if you do. And one day, that stupid dreaming will get you killed. I can't face that. Not again."

"What about us?"

"What about us."

"I don't know about you Walter, but I know I need you too, now and for ever. Will you leave too, so I don't have to worry?"

He rested his face on my chest, and I held him close, even when a couple of guests noticed and edged away slowly from the oddly behaving furs in uniform.

"You can be such a shit Silent. I guess it's only fair, but you are a shit for asking, damn your ass."

"I know Easter. But I did learn from the best. Besides..."

"What?"

"I know my ass is worth it."