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This story contains political ideas that not everyone may agree with. If you have a specific mindset about the War in Iraq, you might not want to read this. It may offend some people. This story examines the issue from all angles. Comments are greatly appreciated. Oh and it has sexy anthro Wolf and Horse yiff. So don't read if your offended by those certain things, which you probally are not, considering your on a yiff site. If this offends you then you may want to reconsider how you spell 'Yahoo', it doesn't contain F's, S's, T's, R's, or I's. J Thank you and have a nice yiff XD. Author's Note: This story is based on current world events , The Americans soldiers in Iraq and the Iraqi insurgency. The American soldiers consist mainly of wolves of varying breeds and colorations, as well as other animals such as Bears, Horses, Ferrets, Squirrels, ect., ect. The Iraqis will be represented by Arabian Stallions. Also noted that the 2nd Battalion 42nd Regiment Foxtrot Company is indeed a real unit... my training unit from Basic Training. So if that unit was ever deployed into combat--you know the war is in deep doo-doo. So without further adieu, (and a quick shoutout to 2nd Platoon grads... the Blackhearts ^_^), here you go!

• * * "Walkin' down the street one day..." Rang out a member of Alpha squad. "Walkin' down the street one day" rang out the rest of the squad. It was hot, dry, and miserable in the back of the Bradley. No windows, no air conditioning, just 2 squads of 4 men each cramped together. Singing diddies to keep from going batshit crazy. "Met a total stranger..." "Met a total stranger!" "Asked me what I wanted to be..." "Asked me what I wanted to be!" "I told 'em Airborne Ranger..." "I told 'em Airborne Ranger!" "Airbooorrnnnee" "Shoot... Shoot... Shoot to kill, Airbooorrrrnne" "Rangeeeerrrs, Lead the way!" Lets not forget the fact that these fine soldiers were neither Airborne, nor U.S. Rangers. But members of the 42nd Infantry sent in on a routine operation to capture a insurgent north of Ar Rutbah. Of course, Corporal "Wuff" Pendragon, a unique timberwolf with a set of wings, would have been just fine riding in a car. Alone, and across the country. But, no... he had to be stuck in the back of a tank with A bear, two panthers, a fellow wolf, a ferret, and mouse. He had been with these fools since basic training. Corporal Martin, the bear sitting across from him, he'd follow into battle anywhere, because he'd know the best places to stop and take a quick smoke break. Yes, he was that laid back, which made him so fun to be around. His battle buddy, and Fireteam leader was the ferret, big ole' lanky fellow who was kind of a neat freak. (As opposed to Wuff, who was kind of messy most of the time). Next to the massive brown bear was a Panther known as Hurricane. Like most people in the unit from Mississippi, he was a great guy, great sense of humor... unless provoked. There's a saying that went, "If you tell a Mississippian your going to knock them on their ass... you might want to duck". Sitting across from him was another, larger Black Panther. A very black panther, named Bobo. Wuff never got a chance to know him that well... but he was all around a good guy. He also respected the very broad wolf leading Alpha squad, Staff Seargent Johnson. He had balls of steel, relaxed, self-assured, and in command of the situation. Too bad Wuff was in Bravo squad, and was being led by the mouse huddled zoned out next to the bulkhead. His idea of a pep talk was, "Uhm... have fun today and don't die." "Good advice... I'll try to remember that," Martin had commented with a grin, as he placed the cigarette in his mouth, "I guess you'll also tell me not to shoot at you, huh?" "Yeah that would be good too..." Despite his lack of common sense or words, each of these men... including the mouse, had proven themselves in combat time and again. Even though on the battlefield--they still had to revoke the mouse's speaking privileges from time to time. Suddenly the dropgate was lowered, Wuff was no longer in the vehicle but taking up a defensive position around the back of Bradley. The dropgate of the Bradley closed and was off heading out of town and back toward HQ. Moments later three Humvee's arrived, and a rather large lion, which was the CO emerged from the lead vehicle, followed by a slightly shorter muskrat, who was the XO. The lion called the two squads over to him and addressed them as plainly as possible... for the Mouse was alittle slow. "Alright... As you know we are here to take down a Sunnite Insurgent. What you don't know is that we want him alive. He's been in contact with some of the higher ups in the Insurgency... we do not expect any resistance, but that does not mean that there might not be any. We've been caught with our pants down before, and we sure as hell do not want that to happen this time. Good luck... as Staff Sergeant Jones has commented before... Have fun, and don't die." That was met with a small round of snorts and chuckles from both squads. Then Sgt. Johnson called out, "Alright listen up, Alpha, move to objective and keep an eye out." The city pretty much abandoned. But that usually meant they were still there, just not outside. They had come to a stop on a sidestreet, across the street from a collection of houses forming a square off of the road. The living conditions looked halfway decent, if not in close quarters. Bravo squad moved along one side of the square while Alpha moved along the other side of the square. They met at the largest house in the middle of the square siding along either side of the door way. Wuff lead the way into the house by kicking in the door and tossing a flash bang into house. He then ran into a house filled with black stallion studs, mares, and colts that were in the process of sitting down on the dirt floor for an evening meal. "Down on the ground!" He shouted, pointing his gun toward the family. One young stud reached over for his gun but Martin kicked it away from him and aimed a gun at his head, "You heard the man! Down!" They all promptly obeyed and found room on the dirt floor. The older mares found it alittle hard to get down and get their dresses dirty, but valued their lives more. Wuff pulled out a black and white photo graph and compared it with the faces of the horses currently present. Bobo, and Johnson covered the front door, while Alpha team covered rest of the establishment. He knelt down and compared the photo graph with the young male who reached for the gun. He then spoke into a walkie talkie on his shoulder. "Suspect apprehended, over" "roger, that.." was said as he applied handcuffs to the individual. One particular older stud stared at them for a moment... grabbed the gun and fired 2 rounds into Martin's shoulder. "Fuck!" Martin cried and opened fire on the old man from his SAW. A bit overkill but he wasn't thinking clearly. He staggered out the door and into the street, The other members of the family jumped to their feet in panic and ran out the door into the neighboring houses. Jones and Bobo ran over to Martin and helped him back to the vehicle. Wuff had problems getting the prisoner to cooperate. Alpha team withdrew from the house and was on their way back to the humvee's when the enemy open fire from across the street, hitting Johnson in the shoulder, and the Ferret in the leg as he retreated with Alpha. Alpha team was split up between two different sides of the street. The gunfire died down a bit... but Jones oblivious to life, (oblivious being the keyphrase) tried to make it back to the jeep by dashing across the open area. And was filled to the brim with gunfire. "You... idiot...You fucking douchbag!" Wuff said with utter disbelief. In the rush and confusion, Wuff found himself alone and pinned down in the main house on the square... over the radio he heard the Ferret say, "Backup... we need backup." "Roger that, Fireteam Alpha, support en route, eta 1 hour." An hour? Wuff thought to himself, What the fuck was going on? How could it be support if they weren't there to be... supportive? He turned to his captive, who was still struggling hard against his handcuffs. "Settle down... Your not going anywhere for atleast another hour." He said as took a seat under the window sill and across from the young man clad in a simple white shirt, red trim, and black pants. He was quite the specimen, broad chested, somewhat muscular, and hell of a fighter. "I will not go into your Prisons! I will not be humilitated in such a way! I will not!" "Oh good," Wuff said casually, trying to mask the pain he felt at loosing a good man today, as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and tapped the pack against his paw, "You speak English... great you can keep me company," he pulled out a cigarette and offered one to the prisoner before him. He responded by snapping at his fingers. Something in him snapped at that, and his fist found its way into the man's jaw. A hoof connected with his chest. He was on his feet and kicking the man in the stomach as if he was the one who killed Jones out there. Something whizzed by his ear, and he was brought back to his senses by the sound of gunfire hitting the clay windowsill just outside. He hit the floor as a bullet flew by where his head once was. This brought him face to face with the long face of the black stallion. Neither was very pleased with each other. He slowly calmed down... "Al Gruabi--" "Al Ghuryahb you motherless son of a wh--" the prisoner said nearly spitting blood into the wolf's face. "Yeah... that... for one, is not my fault that happened. And... I am sorry that it ever did." "And you do not take responsibility for what your nation is responsible for? That is the true American way isn't it?" "Wait--what, No, The actions---" "The actions of a few represent everyone in a country, everyone! We did not attack your country; we are not affiliated with Al Qaeda. We never were affiliated with Al Qaeda! We have never attacked your country. Our leader came on American Television to condone those acts. Yes Hussein was a bad man, but there are worst things in the world, Mr... " His eyes glanced down at Wuff's uniform and back up into his eyes, "Pendragon, then a oppressive leader!" Neighed the black stallion, whose mouth was now inches from Wuff's eyes. "Listen..." "No! No more listening, we have listened all day and night to your, CNN, to your... President... to your Secretaries, Generals, all claiming they are doing Iraq a favor. Look outside! Look Now!" He screamed at him. His eyes strayed on the horse for a moment, then his gaze turned toward the door... he saw an empty street, His CO and XO had abandoned the humvee and found shelter in an abandoned store across the street, the window had been long blown out. Harvell was back in action once more taking up a defensive position in the window. A Blackhawk lowered onto the building... Suddenly a RPG missile flared into view from the rooftop of the building he as in. The black hawk exploded before it ever hit the ground. COM chatter filled the walkie-talkie as he watched the Blackhawk collide with a building. It would be another day before anyone could get out here. The horse's tone softened... almost crying, "Three years ago... Children would have been playing in that street... mothers and daughters would have been... hanging laundry in front of our home. Now... all you can see is a dead American, blood, and debris. Blood, and debris..." "...Not everywhere was as idealic as you described. Thousands of Shi'a muslims were gassed just for being... just that. A large portion of peasants had not had decent living conditions in about 50 years..." He sat up and pressed his back against the wall next to the doorframe. "Simply because they were not part of Hussein's clan. Hussein on the other hand... shit his bathroom is about the size of your square. And I have seen buildings where children had to stand off the back porch and urinate because there were no working bathrooms in the schoolhouse. I would agree that these people need help, but not like this... Not at the cost of life. " The prisoner worked his way up to his knees and sat back against the far wall. "I have heard similar places in America. I have heard stories of your American presidents past bombing entire countries before. People in your country also go in the backyard to urinate because there are no working toilets in the house. People in your country die of treatable diseases because they do not have... what is it called? Medical Insurance? Does this mean we can invade your country and dispose of your leader? What kind of leadership should we impose, yes? Should we govern your country as our country had been run? What sort of people would come out of their homes to stop us? And while we are at it... how about we kill off most of your blood relations." At this the prisoner began to cry, "I will kill your cousin by dropping a bomb on his school... like you did mine. I will kill your uncle by storming his house, thinking she fired at me... like you did mine! Your grandfather will be shot in the chest, your father will be as well, and your goddamned boyfriend will be shot in the throat defending his country from Infidels!" he began to bawl uncontrollably, and painfully. Boyfriend? He mentally took a step back from the situation for a moment. It began to click together, the facial structures, the way he talked, the fact that he had massive chest muscles but otherwise remained only moderately toned elsewhere. This woman had disguised herself as a male to fight with the insurgency. He was beside himself... he slowly moved forward and cautiously wrapped his arms around the mare. She fought it at first... but she was too heartbroken to fight it. He pulled her close and let her headrest on his shoulder, gently stroking his hand down her mane, rocking her gently. He sensed something and opened his eyes, she opened her eyes suddenly as well. He backed up a little bit looking at the mare a little shocked, then mostly in shock that the mare was looking at him in the same way. "Your in..." "I...I don't know... I've never... just... please don't let me go..." She shifted her body around quickly and locked the wolf into position between her legs and kissed him deeply and passionately as the sun dipped below the horizon. Wuff's pants became very tight, very quickly. The mare tilted her head back neighing softly "Shirt... off...please, please" He pulled back looking at her for a moment... then took ahold of the shirt in one paw, and shredded his claws down the middle of the shirt, pushing aside the fabric to reveal two very large DD cup breasts bandaged down to her body very tightly against her ebony fur. He slipped his claw down the middle of the bandages and let loose two very beautifully formed breasts, topped with rock solid, ebony nipples standing a solid 2-3 inches from her skin. He never seen anything so beautiful... he gently rubbed her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. The beautiful young woman gently bucked her hips in pain and pleasure, trying to escape the grasp of something invisible binding her to her passion. Not now... Not with this man... Not now...She began chanting something softly tilting her head back. At first Wuff didn't recognize it at first but then he recognized it as "bottoms... bottoms". He looked down and noted that it looked as if she was urinating all over herself. The fabric was something of a thick cotton. A darker patch of wetness very quickly spread out from her vagina and down her legs. He reached behind her and pulled her pants down to her knees, then sort of stepped over her pants and examined her wetness. She raised her hips toward Wuff begging him to take her pain away. Her clit standing painfully and strangely erect, as if it was completely turned inside out. He looked up into her eyes, "Your name first..." She looked at him panting hard and deep "R...Raaybia..." With that, he could no longer hold back as he unfastened his web belt and slipped it from his shoulders quickly, his uniform was completely free of buttons and zippers and what have you, and replaced with Velcro. That meant he could rip open his pants and shove them down to his knees as well, which he did. His smooth shaft was responding overly well to her pheremones as it stood a full 8 inches out from its sheath. Even his knot was starting to swell. He was usually one to play around alittle bit before sex, maybe even alittle orgasm denial. But this time was different, his body collided passionately with her body, both of which were beginning to form a fine coat of sweat. He drove himself deep inside of her, claiming her virginity and passing into her cervix in one painful thrust. The result was a whinny that echoed through the square. The result was a misunderstanding in the square, gunfire began again from the Insurgency, thinking that one of their own had been killed. "Pendragon! Pendragon! What is your situati--" he instinctively reached down and ripped the cord out of his radio. He would of thrown it across the room if he wasn't so occupied. His teeth clamped down onto her shoulder, claiming her as his own. Raaybia drove her hooves into the ground, her hands clawed at his body armor as she moaned passionately, begging him to fill her with his seed. Begging him to fulfill her need. It wasn't long afterwards that his knot locked himself deep into her sex and he emptied the contents of himself pleasurably in one of the most earth shattering orgasms he had ever felt. She too tossed her head back and cried out in pleasure as her love canal gripped his cock and drained it of all that it was worth. Her entire body shook with pleasure, her hips instinctively rocked against his in something of a seizure, as the orgasm finally hit she found herself unable to speak or breathe for a few seconds as she stared up at the ceiling. An explosion of colors erupted across her field of vision. Finally when she was able to breathe once again, she lowered her head, and he raised his head. They said nothing... but slowly and passionately kissed, entering into the other's embrace. If nothing else, they entered into this room enemies, and will leave with something more. A whistle from the allied forces, sent them both back to the scene outside. An explosion sent debris raining down around the doorway, dirt begin to fill the room. They were able to pull apart as they were jarred back into the real world. "You must go, Raaybia... But first, take my gun..." He reached around her and set her free from her handcuffs. After wards he closed up his pants and put his web-belt back on "But--" "No questions! Just do so!" She picked up his M5 and aimed it at him, Understanding "...I love you, American..." "I love you, too. " She fired once puncturing his left lung. A part of his brain screamed, as his body hit the ground. The other part of him smiled as he watched as his mate disappeared through a trap door in the kitchen. As the trap door closed, Raaybia hoped she would see him again. As the door closed, darkness lowered over Wuff's eyes. ___________________________ SIX WEEKS LATER__________ Soon after the shot had been fired, Martin braved the enemy fire and broke through into the building. He was evacuated and spent the next six weeks lying on a hospital bed. He lay unconscious for a week as his body repaired itself and as soon as he had woken up and was strong enough to sit up, he was awarded the Purple Heart. He couldn't help but be a little jealous of Martin who received the Medal of Valor and a Purple Heart. Now he found himself boarding a civilian aircraft, wearing civilian clothing, returning to a civilian lifestyle. Leaving Iraq behind forever... Leaving Raayabi. He turned on his crutch looking back at the city of Bagdad, for one last time. He then turned and made his way up the stairs into the plane. As a way of repaying him for his services, he found his seat located in First Class. He smiled and took a seat next to the window and gazed out of it holding on to his crutch, thinking of the things Raayabi said. "Excuse me, American... you are sitting in my seat." A female voice said. Wuff glanced up at the woman with an odd look. And then fished in his pocket for the ticket. His hand froze. Slowly he looked up at the beautiful Arabian Stallion standing over him with a smile. Instead of the inconspicuous, white shirt and black pants, she was wearing an ankle length purple dress with blue roses embroidered into the dress, a black vest covered her arms. Raaybia was the most beautiful thing he had seen since he arrived in Iraq. Her smiled brightened as he looked up at her, and she took her seat next to the wounded soldier, and gently embraced him. When she pulled back she frowned a bit and said, "I must warn you... I do not condone everything your country has done. But if you are there... It might not be so bad." He gently squeezed her hand, looked down at it... and then his gaze passed to the window. "Neither do I..."