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If I had to give one sign of a well written story, it's that when one goes back with the intention of re-writing, they find it was perfect the first time. This one is, as of yet, the closest story I have to absolute perfection. Just in case you've become a tad rusty, please direct any and all comments to [email protected] and always remember that I am getting there, slowly.

PS. Google Docs HTML editor needs some work, okay a LOT of work. Can we get some six degrees on that please?

Even a soldier needs a lover- Avanti Halfhorse, Sniper Stallions 1

Prisoner: M9121984,

Last recorded message.

Date: 51/ 2 / 648,

Time: 86/12,

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So it's working? Good. I want to make sure this message gets through to the world. I am prisoner M9121984, formerly agent M1122486 of the Specialist Infiltration League. I am currently on Death Row, awaiting my final fate. Yeah, I know I'm technically not going to die, but as far as I'm concerned, I go to sleep and never wake up, what would you call that? Yeah, didn't think you'd disagree. Being lobotomised and becoming an organ farm would be a fate worse than death if I was around to appreciate it, but I'm not, so it doesn't matter. Why am I on Death Row, the last place of criminals and murderers? Well I'll tell you why, because I fell in love. Yeah, sappy I know, an agent of the SIL falling in love, but it happened and now, because of something that has been the basis of life for so long, I'm going to end up as a vegetable in a hospital somewhere until I don't have enough organs to survive and die and that really chews me up inside. Yes, I loved her, but what do you expect after being with her for so long? Sure, I know the reason behind the pairing, we worked best together. For so long, seeing her in action just drew me closer to her, but it was on the final mission that it was clinched, it was then that I finally fell for her. Damn, she was beautiful. She was a wolf, black fur, green eyes and a strong body. She wasn't ever intimidated by anyone and that's what I like about her the most. She never took shit from anyone.

The last mission wasn't anything difficult. Nothing that we hadn't done something like a hundred times before. Our job was to infiltrate an enemy stronghold, nothing complex. In all honesty, it was going to be a breeze. Due to civil unrest, the stronghold was being stripped for evacuation. Whilst most would think that the computer data would have been the first thing to go, due to a bit of mischief on our behalf, the civilians had access to anti-air missiles and because the roads had been blockaded with some stolen armour, again a small present from us, the enemy military couldn't evacuate their sensitive data without armour support. Devious I know, but all by the book. Using enemy resources against their own protocols is a bit cold, but that's why I love doing it, just so fun. We bided our time, waiting as the enemy evacuated everyone but a skeleton defence, basic defences and an entire cache of military data that was just begging to be lifted from the base. The night of our mission was absolutely perfect too, for it was raining and raining in buckets. Whatever guards were on night shift wouldn't be paying full attention to their jobs, so we were just going to walk in, steal the data and try and blow the fuck out of as much as we could before walking out the front gate and into a waiting helicopter.

As if life ever follows the best laid plans.

When we infiltrated the base over the back wall, we felt the presence of twice as many guards as we had once expected. Whilst this wasn't anything big, maybe they were trying to fool the civilian resistance into believing the night of the extraction was tonight, it was a problem. We both dismissed the idea that somehow reinforcements had been landed. We'd been watching the base constantly, seismic imaging had shown no tunnels in or out and psychic scans showed us how many soldiers were present on the base. They had all the soldiers out tonight, no one would be inside. As we snuck in the back way to the main facility, I detected something. We had both been trained to feel psychic ripples, given off by active minds. Sort of like a radar system in our heads. Something on this base gave me the creeps and I wasn't just referring to the overuse of battleship grey in their interior design, there was more to it. As we moved deeper, meeting little resistance to neutralise, the feeling got stronger until it reached its peak as we found the mainframe. As she was the technical whiz, I let her get to work removing the hard drive to the computer whilst I kept watch. The feeling was driving me crazy and it was clouding my ability to see anything outside the room. As far as I knew, the guards could be waiting to spring a trap. She finally removed the hard drive, packed it into her backpack and we started to make our way back to the surface. It was then that I realised what it was I was feeling and why it was so strong. We'd taken a shortcut, one of the paths being blocked by a squad of guards and it was then that we stumbled upon something amazing. We crept into this room and the lights lit up. We both pulled off our night-vision equipment and looked around at these caskets, almost a dozen of them, containing what looked like soldiers, only bigger and frozen in a state of suspension. As we crept through the room, there was this loud hiss and the caskets started to open. We both prepared our weapons and ran as fast as we could towards the other door, but it slammed shut in out faces.

She cursed as we watched these large soldiers wake from their states of suspension and they looked extremely pissed. There had been sketchy reports about these soldiers before. They were fast, strong and almost impossible to stop without something rivalling anti-aircraft artillery and that was a problem, because 9mm ammunition wasn't capable of stopping an aircraft. We decided that rather than ending up in several body bags, giving as much hell as we could with our weapons was the best choice we had and I couldn't agree more. We opened fire as we ran in opposite directions around the room. Fortunately, we were faster than the soldiers, but barely. I managed to kill one or two with a couple of grenades and crippled a few more. We met at the doorway on the other side of the room and stopped as we surveyed our first run. Unfortunately for us, the remaining soldiers had thawed out and were now making their attacks. I managed to avoid a strike to the face that would have dented reinforced steel. Actually, when the soldier hit the door behind me, it did dent. Unfortunately, she wasn't so lucky, taking a firm strike to the gut that sent her crashing into the wall. I emptied a magazine into one of the soldiers, seemingly to no effect, as I retreated out of the way. It was evident that they wanted us alive as they didn't focus on her any longer. As I retreated away from the six remaining soldiers, I wondered what I had left in my kit. It was then that I remembered my night vision equipment. I aimed up at the ceiling and shot out the lights, plunging the room into darkness.

I watched the soldiers grope around blindly in the darkness as I put my night vision equipment on, not that I needed it though, these guys were like psychic beacons. I crept up behind each and every individual soldier and slit their throats, unfortunately, that was the easy part, we still had to escape and she was unconscious. I placed a small charge of explosives on one of the doors and blew it open before I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder. I crept back up to the surface and it was then I realised something, there were still the guards outside. I decided the best course of action was dangerous, but necessary. I found the garage and dumped her in the back seat of a jeep before getting in the front and hot-wiring it. I left the jeep to idle as I placed the last of our explosives on the garage door. As I got back into the jeep, I heard the sound of tanks rumbling outside. I cursed realising that this night wasn't getting any easier, put the jeep into gear and blew the garage door wide open. As I sped through the garage door, I managed to catch everyone off guard, but that wasn't going to last long as I sped through the open gate. Under a rain of heavy calibre bullets and tank shells, I made my escape into the darkness. I made a path straight for the rendezvous point and radioed in for pickup, but because of the armour, HQ decided that the area was far too hot and that we'd have to spend a week in a nearby town as the area cooled down. I cursed as I drove towards the town and the subsequent safe-house.

She remained unconscious for about seven hours, groaning every now and then in her sleep. When she woke, she asked me what had happened. I filled her in with pretty much everything. She thanked me for rescuing her. I told her that I wasn't going to leave my partner of ten years behind. She thanked me again as she sat up in bed and it was then that she realised that she was naked, save for the bandages that I had wrapped around her waist. Just like the professional she was, she reached for her pistol that I had put on the table next to her bed and pointed it at me. At this point, I was far too tired to care, not to mention the fact that the fatigue I was feeling was clouding my judgement. Had she wanted to, she could have sent my brains splattering against the wall, but she didn't. She un-cocked the pistol and put it down again. She said that killing me wouldn't be the way to thank me for saving her life. I told her that I didn't particularly care, being so tired that keeping my eyes open was something that was near on impossible. I told her to rest; we were going to be here for a week and then walked into the other room and fell onto the bed where I fell asleep almost immediately.

I woke about twelve hours later, the covers of the bed covering my body. I remembered that I had been far too tired to do anything but collapse on the bed, so I sat up and it was then that I noticed someone in the bed next to me. My partner lay there on her side, contently sleeping, still naked, save the bandages, and now I was naked as well. I quickly grabbed my pants, stumbled out of the bed, tripped over a chair in my hasty exit and sprawled out onto the floor with a crash. The noise woke her and she sat up quickly, pistol again grasped in her paw. I said that I wasn't there to try anything; she'd been in the bed next to me. She said she knew as she un-cocked the pistol, she'd gotten into the bed out of her own free will. Now had I not been lying on the floor with a chair tangled between my legs and every muscle in my body still aching from fatigue, I probably would have looked around at her and asked what the hell was going on, but I think the chair was the deciding factor for me to simply lay on the floor and groan. She got up and helped me untangle the chair from my legs, seeming to enjoy taunting me with her naked form. I told her to put some clothes on as I limped into the other room, but she told me she didn't feel like it. I asked her if she was okay and that the whack against the wall hadn't given her a concussion. She said she was feeling okay, if not better from lying next to me. Now this wouldn't have bothered me, but the SIL had a rule about its soldiers having relationships with other soldiers, it affected the way they worked together. Sure, I had feelings for her, but she was my partner, not my lover. She followed me into the other room and wrapped her arms around my waist and I was tempted to turn around and punch her straight in that muzzle of hers, except for where her paws were. On our first mission together, I had been wounded and almost died, had she not carried me out of the hot zone, on her back, just like I had done. I still had the scar that ran up my stomach and one of her claws was running along that scar. I had promised that I would somehow make it up to her for saving my life and now I felt that she was asking for me to repay the favour. I broke her grip, turned around and asked her what it was she wanted. She told me that she wanted to forget for one night that we were soldiers of the SIL. For the week we were going to be there, she wanted to be a female, not a soldier and she wanted me to be her male. Even if I hadn't been scarred, I would have agreed, but I agreed anyways as I took her in my arms and pulled her close for a kiss. Our muzzles locked as our tongues danced in each other's mouths. I could feel her teeth rubbing against my gums and it was an amazing feeling. We kissed for a while before she broke the kiss and stepped away from me. I had spent almost ten years with her, but now I smelt a foreign scent that I knew was hers, it was her musk and it started to fill the air. The first moment I smelt it, I couldn't control myself, I was going to do it whether I wanted to or not. She walked towards the bed, her tail curled up towards her back and I followed like a love-sick puppy, bowing to the grace of her body. She lay on the bed and I crawled over the top of her, our muzzles meeting in another wet, tongue-filled kiss. I squeezed her chest as I crouched above her.

I wanted to arouse her first, lick her, tease her, taste her, but she had control as she pushed me onto my back. Her paw roamed over my body as we licked each other's tongues, finding particular interest over my member, it was already so badly aroused from her scent that it was almost begging for release, giving away how much control I had over my body at that moment. Heck, I would have blown my load right then and there had she squeezed my knot at all, but she didn't. She felt it fun to tease my body further, her paw stroking the length of my cock as she licked at my tongue. She established her control over me at that moment as she put her lips over the head of my cock and squeezed my knot. I couldn't hold myself back as I grasped the mattress beneath me. I gave one sharp thrust into her mouth as I came, my hot seed coating the inside of her mouth and she drank deeply. As I fell from my climax, I felt exhausted; every bit of my energy seemed gone, but she wasn't satisfied as she twisted herself around so her legs were either side of my head, her wet lips dribbling onto my face. I had to close one of my eyes so I didn't get any in my eye. She lowered her pink lips until they were sitting just above my face and I knew what she wanted. I opened my mouth and gently ran my tongue across her swollen lips, she moaned as she felt my tongue grace her, but there was more that she wanted. She forced herself lower, trying to get my muzzle to enter her and I couldn't help but oblige. The moment my nose entered her body, her scent overwhelmed my nose and I felt like I was going to pass out, but I pushed my muzzle deeper until I barely had space to breathe. She started to thrust up and down on my muzzle, savouring the feeling of my nose deep inside her.

Damn, it felt like I was going to drown on her juices, but I didn't care. Her moaning was driving me wild, I could feel her contracting around my muzzle and it was making me hard. I wanted to penetrate her, breed her, mate her, tie her and fill her so much that when we finally untied, the sheets would be dripping wet. I pulled my muzzle from her dripping wet pussy and she gave a gasp, my black fur shining with her juices. I knew she wanted penetration, but she didn't want the main course whilst we were still on the appetisers. I started to lick her moist lips. Okay, maybe moist is an understatement. She was wet. All she wanted was yiff, yiff and hard yiff and I was there to supply, but I wanted her begging for it by the time we finally reached the end. My rough tongue graced her wet, pink lips and she gave a shudder and a moan, it was almost like she was going to break right then and there, but she held back and I kept going, my tongue going over and over her cunt, each lick seeming to bring her closer and closer to an orgasm to end all orgasms. In basic training, we'd been given stamina and endurance training, we could go for days without food or rest and it was almost ironic, because now it was paying off more than ever before. I could feel her trembling above me and I could feel fatigue forming in my limbs again, but I kept going and so did she. I could feel the sheets near my feet bunch up as she tensed her body, trying to hold out as long as she could, trying to make me work for my reward, but she was tiring fast. As if by instinct, I shoved my tongue as deep into her as I could and started running my tongue around her insides, finding all the sensitive parts and each one giving the desired reaction. Soon, she couldn't hold herself back any more and she reached her climax. She let out a loud howl as her body bucked wildly backwards, trying to find something hard to impale itself on as she came all over my face. I licked desperately in an attempt to get as much of her juice as I could, but even with my hardest attempts, I still had my face covered in her cum.

She groaned as she fell forward, her lips still winking in front of me as she lay there. I wriggled out from underneath her and slid around until I was lying next to her. She was panting heavily as she laid there, her eyes giving away just how fatigued she was, but I wasn't done, not yet. I still wanted to fill her and she could sense that in my posture and see it in my eyes and she too, wanted it, she wanted the hard assault, she wanted the main objective, the flag captured. She rolled onto her stomach as I straddled her, crotch to crotch, my hard cock resting against her lips. I could feel the warmth radiating from her wet cunny as I slowly slid my cock down between her lips before parting them with my fingers. She whimpered as my cock slowly entered her, reaching the point where my knot was all that was left to enter. She whimpered and begged for it, the final penetration. I ever so gently pushed my knot into her as she groaned and whimpered, savouring the feeling as she stretched. I rested for a moment as she moaned and gasped, her body tensing and relaxing in anticipation of what was about to happen, but I couldn't help but deny her. She whined, her body waiting desperately for this new pleasure and the mere sound of her wanting it made me want to deny it all the more, but she soon started to tire, her desire slowly subsiding. As her body relaxed, I gave one firm thrust and that spurred her to life again with a loud moan, but I kept going this time, no longer teasing her. She gasped and groaned as I kept pounding her, each thrust pushing her body towards the limit of her pleasure. I started thrusting my knot in and out of her, each withdraw caused her eyes to roll back in her head. She was yipping and moaning as I kept thrusting, her insides filling with her juices as I thrust harder and harder. Sooner than what I wanted, my knot became completely engorged with blood, tying us close together. She let out a loud moan as she felt the extra pressure inside of her. She moaned loudly as I tried desperately to keep thrusting, my knot pulling at her insides gently as I gave short thrusts. Soon, we couldn't hold ourselves back any longer. She let out a howl as her body squeezed desperately at my throbbing cock, my load spilling into her and filling up her body. I pulled my knot free from her, spilling my seed all over her body. As we both collapsed into a tired state on the cum-soaked sheets, we heard boots coming down the stairs. Even if we had known they were our recovery team, there would have been nothing we could have done. In that post-orgasmic haze, it was the last time I saw her.

Fuck the military. That was love.

When I first met her, over eleven years ago, I could never imagine that things would have ended up like this. She's a baby factory now, already a vegetable. I am about to become a brain-dead organ farm. I wish I could just have one more night with her, as she was on that night, where we could just be animals in love for one last night. Now she's just not there anymore, but that doesn't matter, in a matter of hours, nor will I.

End recording.

Subject: Prisoner: M9121984,

Status as of this date: Deceased