{"sf1_id":2713,"sf2_id":"V1Y2vOye","title":"Motivation","author":"Leslie Rashana","words":1022,"posted_at":"2004-06-15T21:57:00.000Z","tags":["Horse","Human","Military","Short","Suggestive"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2713-motivation","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/V1Y2vOye","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=2713\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Warning: The folloing contains material certain prudish types might get  \nall in a tizzy over, but is pretty tame by my standards. In any event  \nreader discretion is advised and the story is copyright Leslie Rashana.\n* * *\n  \n  \n  \n1944: Somewhere in the jungles of Burma.  \n  \nThe Lieutenant called a halt and let his weary men have a much needed  \nbreak, they were in a bad situation and were falling behind the rest of  \nthe column, \"Sergeant, what's our situation\"  \n  \n\"Bad and getting worse Sir. Bad enough the higher ups ordered the  \nwhole unit on this crazy hike through the jungle but we happen to have  \ndrawn the shortest straw, this is absolutely the Worst path through  \nhere anyone coulda picked for us. We'll be lucky if we can rendezvous  \nif we hoof it all night.\"  \n  \nThe young officer nodded and sighed in defeat, the jungle had almost  \nbeaten them, almost. He needed something to get his men to find that  \nlast little spark and put it to work.. something....  \n  \n\"Sergeant.. Bobby-Jo is in our Mule team isn't she? I thought I saw  \nthat straw hat in there somewhere.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The old soldier nodded, \"Yup, she's with us.. what've you got in mind?\"  \nHe asked suspiciously.  \n  \n\"Sergeant, have her load distributed among the rest of the team and  \nbring her up front here.. have two satchels ready one full of BAR ammo  \nand one full of grenades, now hop to it\"  \n  \nThe Sergeant, still a little bewildered went back to the Muleteer and  \ngave him his orders.  \n  \nNot unlike in wars previous Man's best hoofed friends were pressed into  \nservice carrying the supplies that keep a soldier on his feet and  \nfighting, the only difference in this war was they walked on two hooves  \nthis time. Genetic science had been pursued most aggressively since  \nthe first theories of heredity were formed leading to the development  \ntoday of much smarter work animals including the bipedal mules this  \narmy used for much of it's Grunt work. The Muleteer singled out one  \namong the small group this bunch kept with them and ushered her  \nforward. She was easy to spot even in larger herds. Bobby-Jo Burro as  \nshe'd been named by the rest of the unit was an unusually well-fleshed  \nMule, some would say voluptuous when they weren't in earshot of anyone  \nabove the rank of Captain. Her figure certainly was a contrast  \ncompared to the slim and often lanky profiles of the other Jennies. To  \nmake her stand out even more unlike the rest who were issued plain G.I.  \nboxers and tank-tops she was given a pair of shorts made from Army  \nfatigue pants cut in a style that later generations would call \"Daisy  \nDukes\" which clung tenaciously to her full rump, her top-shelf assets  \nwere contained by a fatigue shirt with the sleeves and buttons removed  \nand tied in a knot in the middle of her cleavage. To cap it all a  \nstraw hat with holes for her long ears cut in it sat atop her head.  \nThe display was vulgar to some more conservative elements and others  \nmight think they were being cruel to the poor creature, but those  \nelements were thousands of miles away and truth be told B-J (as she was  \ncalled with a wink and a smile) enjoyed the attention.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The Lieutenant managed somehow to maintain his composure when he saw  \nBobby coming up at a trot with her breasts threatening to bounce clean  \nout of her makeshift top. She dug her hooves in and stopped her  \nforward movement but the shimmy and shake of her chest took a few beats  \nto settle down as she saluted.  \n  \n\"Private First Class BJ Burro reporting as ordered Sir!\"  \n  \n\"At Ease,\" ordered her commanding officer, motioning her Sergeant to  \nhand her the satchels, \"Bobby, as you know the further we get into this  \njungle the closer we get to enemy territory.. now we're not expected to  \nbe in engagement range for a few days yet but I wouldn't put it past  \nthose sneaky Japs to send scouting parties this far out. If and when  \nwe meet up with one of those things are gonna get hairy pretty fast and  \nwe're only gonna survive by dumping as much firepower at whatever opens  \nup on us as fast as possible. Now one of those satchels is loaded with  \nclips for the automatic rifle so I want you to stick up here with me  \nand our BAR man out in front, the grenades in the other one will also  \nbe invaluable if we get into a fire-fight so that's why I'm moving you  \nup here in front instead of leaving you at the rear with the rest of  \nthe team, do you understand?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The Muleess mulled it over in her equine mind and nodded, pulling the  \nsatchel straps over her head and shoulder catching them criss-cross  \nbetween her expansive bust. \"Yes, Sir.\"  \n  \nThe Lieutenant smiled and nodded to her, \"Oh one other thing.. I  \nnoticed you seem to be a few sizes too small on your lower garments..  \nsince we've no time to re-issue any out here and I'd rather not see you  \nget any saddle-sores or their equivalent out here in this heat and  \nhumidity we'll just rescind the un-written rule for now.\"  \n  \nBJ's eyes lit up for a moment, \"Sir? are you sure?\"  \n  \nHe nodded, \"Positive, I'll take responsibility.\"  \n  \nShe nodded enthusiastically and began un-doing her too-tight shorts,  \n\"Thank you Sir\" tucking them in a side pouch on one of the satchels  \nand enjoying the cool breeze over her buttocks and more intimate  \nregions, something that was not missed by the men.  \n  \nThe Sergeant struggled to contain his mirth, that Lt. was smarter than  \nhe looked as he ordered them to move out again with the bare-bottomed  \nmuleess swaying her hips in front of all the ogling soldiers in her  \nwake. A soldier gets tired but Mules don't know the meaning of the  \nword and the old sarge knew come hell or high water the rest of his  \nboys weren't gonna fall behind BJ's pace.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Well, not Too far behind.  \n  \n\n"}