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"And the winner is......"

Sergeant Roland held a pregnant pause worthy of any television talent show host, ramping up the suspense. Scanning the squad in front of him he met and held Karl's gaze, his ears dropping as Karl's eyes widened. Josh noticed the look between the two and panicked, raising his paw and shouting out.

"No need for the announcement, Sarge, I volunteer," he yelped as Karl swung round in shock.

"Josh!" Karl hissed.

"It's OK Karl, please let me do this," Josh whispered out the side of his muzzle.

Roland screwed up the slip of paper in his paw, regarding Josh through narrowed eyes.

"This is irregular but in the circumstances I will allow it, unless anyone has any objections. Anyone?" he glowered at the group in front of him but no one would meet his gaze. "Very well Josh, you've got this one. Report to the CO's office in the morning for your orders. Squad dismissed."

As the sergeant stomped from the room, he threw the ball of paper into the trashcan beside the door. Karl turned to Josh, a quizzical look across his face.

"Why Josh?" he asked quietly.

"I saw the look the Sarge was giving you, I thought it must be your name on the paper. I just couldn't face going through that again. God - we have only just buried Trent. I just couldn't go through that worry again with you. So I did the only thing I could think of and took your place. Sorry, I panicked," Josh mumbled, his eyes cast to the floor, a tear trickling down his muzzle.

"It's OK hon, we will make it through," Karl replied pulling Josh into a tight hug. "Come on - let's get out of here.

As they left, Chris and Dan fought in competition to get to the trashcan first - with Dan coming out of the melée triumphantly brandishing the ball of paper in his paw. The squad gathered round as he smoothed out the paper, there was one name written in capital letters -

DARRYL

"Fuck, it should of been me," a lithe black panther exclaimed in relief.

Brice grabbed the paper in his big paw and, pulling a lighter from his pocket, he set light to it. Holding a corner between two extended claw tips, he watched it burn to nothing before he spoke.

"No-one speaks of this, EVER," he growled, before turning on his heel and stalking from the room. The rest of the squad stood and looked at each other for a few moments, as a silent pact between them was signed and sealed before they dispersed for the evening.

Early the next morning, Josh and Karl woke squeezed together in a bunk. Josh's butt cheeks were stuck to Karl's groin, having fallen asleep tied together after a night of rampant passion. Karl nibbled softly on his mate's shoulder, stirring him from his stupor.

"Come on Josh, we need to go get cleaned up before the others, we probably kept them awake half the night as it is. They don't want to watch us in the shower too."

Josh started to move and Karl winced and groaned as their glued fur slowly pulled apart. As they swung their legs out of the bunk and stood, they stretched cramped muscles and joints before silently padding off to the showers. Turning the water on full blast, they stood under the torrent letting their fur soak before using their claws to work the flakes of dried cum from their fur. Taking turns they lathered each other up working suds deep into their mate's fur before rinsing themselves clean.

"I am gonna miss you while you're gone," Karl whispered into Josh's ear, his soft breath causing the dog's ear to flick back and forth.

"I'm going to miss you just as much, pup," Josh replied. "I think we need to accept that while we are in the army that things like this will happen from time to time and we have to deal with it. I love you Karl and I know you feel the same about me, that gives me the strength to get through it. I know you will be waiting for me when I get back. That said I don't think it is possible for us to remain totally monogamous while we are in the squad, so if you need to play while I am away I totally accept that, just so long as it stays in the squad."

"I don't want anyone but you babe," Karl grumbled, "but I do agree with you. I guess if you need release while you are away, just to keep your mind on the job, you understand, I can deal with that too."

"My paw will suffice Karl, thanks for the offer though," Josh chuckled.

The two hugged each other tightly as they kissed passionately, each groping the other's butt.

"JEEZ, don't you two ever give it a rest?" a voice growled through the steam, causing the two canines to break apart.

"Besides," Josh crooned, giving Karl's butt cheek a heavy slap, "I have just got this broken in, don't want it sealing up on me from lack of attention."

"Bitch!" Karl snapped back.

"Anytime you like, stud!" Josh quipped flicking his tail as he turned to switch the shower off.

Two hours later having dried, dressed and eaten breakfast Josh left to report to the CO. When he returned in what seemed hours to Karl, but was only a few minutes, a glum-looking husky entered the squad room.

"I leave this afternoon, will be gone a month," he whined. "I have to go get my kit packed and ready."

"I'll come with you," Karl replied. He had thought they would have more time and was shocked that Josh would be gone in a few short hours and he wasn't going to waste a moment of it. Having packed Josh's kit ready for his departure, they spent the remaining time spooned together on his bunk wallowing in the pleasure of the intimate contact. In next to no time, Sergeant Roland appeared, to take Josh to the airstrip for his flight out.

"Time's up, Josh, let's get going. Karl, report to the CO's office immediately," Roland growled.

"Will see you in a month, pup," Josh whispered, as the two embraced for the last time.

"I'll be waiting, mutt," Karl sobbed before kissing his mate hard on the muzzle. Breaking the contact, Josh turned and left the squad room without looking back, leaving Karl alone. He stood quietly with his head drooped onto his chest for a few minutes before shaking to clear his brain. Jamming his forage cap onto his head, he turned on his heel and headed for the CO's office. Arriving at the door Karl rapped sharply.

"Come!"

"Private Bower reporting, Sir," Karl snapped to attention in front of the stallion, saluting smartly.

"At ease, Private," the CO responded. "Please take a seat," he continued, waving at a chair. The horse looked at Karl pensively as he sat down.

"Karl - I have a problem and I hope that you can help me with it. With Josh away, you are short a team-member and you will temporarily be joined by a cadet.

"My problem is that Mitchell is my nephew, my sister's boy. Also his father is our commanding General. My sister has to go into hospital for treatment and cannot have visitors and the General is away at a NATO conference and tour of Europe for a month.

"They have decided that the boy cannot be left alone, and so they have insisted he come here. They know the lad is unhappy and introverted, and they believe the problem is because he is gay and is having difficulties dealing with it.

"The General is fully aware of how I run my unit and has no issues with it, just as he has no issue regarding his son's sexuality. They both just want him to be happy.

"So I am asking you to find out if this is root of the colt's issues and inform me accordingly. I stress the 'ask', I cannot and will not order you to do so."

"I won't do that," Karl retorted bluntly.

"Is that because of your relationship with Josh?"

"No, we agreed that we couldn't be monogamous while we were in the unit. No - I will not be involved in dragging anyone from their closet: that is too personal a decision. I know that the squad tore down my walls unceremoniously but I wasn't then exposed to the world. I will help him to open the door and encourage him that it is OK to step out, but the decision is his and his alone. I will tell no-one about it," Karl asserted.

"I can live with that, Private. He will be arriving in the next day or two, so get yourself prepared. Oh and I have instructed Sergeant Roland that there should be no 'goings on' in the squad until you have ascertained my nephew's leanings. So I would imagine they will be putting pressure on you to get on with the task in hand. That will be all, Private. Dismissed," the stallion said, concluding the conversation.

Karl stood and saluted crisply.

"Sir," he barked. Doing an about-face he marched from the office and strolled back to the squad room pensively, trying to work out how to deal with the situation he now found himself in.

True to the CO's word, the following morning the door to the squad room opened and a nervous colt tried to squeeze through. All he managed to do was get his legs caught in his equipment, and with a crash the horse and all his gear landed in an undignified heap on the floor to a chorus of barely supressed laughs from round the room.

Karl sighed to himself and got off his bunk to help his temporary teammate. He held his paw out to the blushing cadet and helped pull him to his hooves.

"I guess you must be Mitchell," Karl snickered. "I'm Karl, your teammate while you are here, better go and report in to the Sarge, cadet. Down the end behind the screens."

"Hi Karl, I'm Mitchell," the colt stammered nervously. "And thanks for the assist."

As the colt trotted off to report in, Karl started picking up his kit and depositing it on the horse's bunk so he could sort it out when he returned. He watched the cadet come back across the room, staggering as he tripped over a dust mote. Mentally Karl face-pawed himself, for fuck's sake the kid was the clumsiest fur he had ever seen. This was not going to be a fun few weeks.

"Come on cadet, get your gear put away and I will show you round," Karl growled.

Sure enough the next few days continued in a similar vein, no matter what exercise or procedure the squad was training on, the colt managed to fall flat on his muzzle. As the days progressed he became more and more withdrawn and miserable, while the squad became more frustrated with his costing them their standing in the unit. Karl made no progress getting to know the colt or get close to him, until one night he awoke to the sound of sobbing coming from the bunk beside him.

"Mitch? " he whispered into the darkness. Getting no response he tried again, "Mitch, you OK buddy?"

Still getting no response, Karl climbed out of his bunk and crept over to where the colt was lying and knelt down beside the bunk. Putting a paw on the horse's shoulder he could feel him shaking.

"Come on, Mitch, talk to me. I know it's you, what's up?" Karl said softly as the colt turned to face him.

"I hate it here," Mitchell stammered, his voice catching.

"It's not that bad, kid, once you get used to it."

"Yes, yes it is. For me anyway. Oh you wouldn't understand, Karl, just leave me alone," the colt sobbed.

"Try me, Mitch, you might be surprised," Karl retorted.

"I doubt it but alright. I just feel so lonely stuck here. Everyone laughs at me and hates me 'coz I mess up all the time. I don't do it deliberately. I can't help that I am such a klutz. I miss my family and I worry about my mom being in hospital alone and I have no-one to unburden to," he sniffed.

"Mitch, I am your teammate while you are here. You need to share. You come talk to me, that's what we do for each other. I got your back and you got mine, understand? I am getting cold out here, shift over a bit so I can get in and warm up while we talk."

"You wouldn't want to do that if you knew me properly," Mitchell whined.

"Just do as you are told, Mitch!" Karl growled.

As the colt reluctantly moved to one side of the bunk, Karl slipped under the covers, feeling the warmth from where the colt had been lying start to seep into him. Putting an arm round the horse, Karl pulled him in close, the colt's body stiffening at the sudden contact.

"It's a tight squeeze in here, Mitch, you will have to relax and lie against me," Karl whispered in his ear. Slowly he felt the colt's body soften and snuggle against him, his long muzzle resting on the wolf's chest. "Better, Mitch, much better, so talk to me now."

"It's like I said Karl, I just feel so isolated here, I have no-one to talk to. I can't go running to my uncle and everyone in the squad ignores me because I am pulling them down. I try so hard but I just don't think I am cut out to be a soldier. I have spent all my life on army bases with my dad, I know he wants that life for me and I so don't want to let him down."

"Mitch, I am sure your dad only wants you to be happy like any father wants for his offspring. Work out what it is you want and who you are, everything else flows from there. There was a saying my granddad told me to abide by, it's short but sums it all up," Karl paused, lost in thought.

"And? Not gonna leave it there are you?" Mitchell quizzed the wolf.

"Sorry Mitch, was thinking back to the last words he said to me. 'Pup' he said 'just remember, One life, Live it.' That was the last time I saw him and I have tried to stick by it ever since with mixed results. Try it and see if it helps you."

"I'll try it Karl, can't do any harm I guess."

"OK - get some sleep, kid," Karl grumbled.

"What - you're not staying here are you, what will the guys think?" Mitchell spluttered.

"They won't care, anyway it's stopped you snivelling so it's all good for them."

A muttered "Hallelujah" wafted out of the darkness as the colt snuggled into Karl's side and drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Karl lay back gazing into the black thinking about Josh and what he might be doing now before sleep claimed him as well.

The early morning light found them spooned together, Mitch lying behind the wolf with an arm draped over Karl's chest. As he woke Karl became aware of a hard lump sandwiched between them, and a very damp patch of fur in the middle of his back.

"Feels like you are enjoying this, Mitch," he whispered back at the horse, getting a quiet "Mmmmm" in response. Suddenly he felt the colt's body stiffen and the covers were thrown back.

"Oh GOD, I'm so sorry Karl," Mitch stammered before bolting from the room in panic, heading towards the showers.

Karl climbed out of the bunk and collected up his and the colt's towels and followed after him, mentally preparing himself for the conversation that was coming. The colt's closet door was opening, time to shine a light inside.

Stepping into the washroom, Karl saw the colt shivering under a shower head. Putting a paw on Mitch's shoulder he felt the icy cold water seep through his fur. The colt flinched under his touch.

"Please don't hate me Karl, I didn't mean anything by it. I just couldn't help myself," he sobbed.

"Damn it, Mitch, what you doing to yourself? That water is freezing cold," Karl growled, adjusting the shower.

"I know Karl, just had to get rid of that problem quickly before anyone else saw. So what are you going to do to me? Please don't say anything, I am begging you, Karl, please don't."

"Don't worry, Mitch I won't say anything, nor will anyone in the squad."

Karl stepped under the now-hot water hugging the colt to his chest.

"Mitch, it is time for some truth here. Do you know why your folks sent you here? I would guess not. They know you are unhappy, they want you to be happy - who or whatever you are. So they sent you here to try and let you find yourself."

"I don't really understand Karl, what are you telling me?" the colt sniffed.

"I will be blunt, kid. Your folks suspect you might be gay and they don't care. They sent you here because everyone in the squad is and they thought that being here might give you the confidence to finally be yourself.

"The reason everyone is on edge is because they are under orders to behave until you have decided on which side of the fence you stand. So there you are, Mitch, it is up to you now."

"I know which side I stand on Karl, but saying it, finally admitting it to someone else, to my folks - that's hard, I don't want to disappoint them," the horse muttered as his body finally stopped shivering and he relaxed back against the wolf's chest.

"So start with someone easy. Tell me then, Mitch."

"Karl, I... I... I am gay," the horse stammered.

"That's good Mitch, and it makes no difference to me, you are still the same guy you were before, " Karl growled "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"No, guess not," admitted the colt.

"And damn me if the world hasn't stopped turning. You will only disappoint your folks if you don't tell them, and try to live your life as a lie. From this point you are free to be yourself ,Mitch, don't waste it."

"OK, Karl, I will do my best."

"Now that we have dealt with that problem, I think there was another not so little issue that needed some attention," Karl growled as his paw slipped down the horse's torso coming to rest on his plump sheath, squeezing it firmly as it began to swell. Mitch tilted his head back as Karl nibbled on his neck.

Mitch nickered softly as the wolf's paw massaged life back into his member, blood pumping into the limp piece of meat as it rose proudly from its hiding place.

Wrapping his arms round the colt's waist, Karl grasped the pulsing rod in both paws rubbing slowly from the median ring to the base of its flared head. He rubbed his muzzle up and down the horse's neck as he whispered into the colt's ear.

"Is there anything you want to try, Mitch? Will take this slow, if you don't want to do something just say and I will stop. OK?"

The colt just nodded his head dreamily and ground his ass back against Karl's groin, the wolf's shaft slipping smoothly into the valley between Mitch's butt cheeks, the tip prodding the horse's balls.

The age-old invitation was clear, the need blatant.

"Less talk, more do," the colt moaned. "Be my first, Karl, and take me. I want you, I need you... Now."

Karl pushed the colt forward, making him brace himself against the wall as the wolf leant on top of him. Not releasing the throbbing cock in his paws, Karl followed the trail of water down Mitch's spine and into the cleft of his butt cheeks.

Nipping and nibbling as he went until he was licking around the tight virginal pucker hidden between those pert buns. The colt flagged his tail, arching it out of Karl's way, giving him unhindered access as the wolf pressed harder with his tongue.

The horse pushed his hips back against the wolf's muzzle, and as the angle of hips changed so the slick rubbery muscle slipped past his ring and into the hot velvet passage beyond.

Mitch squirmed in delight as the wolf's tongue probed deeper, little snorts escaping his muzzle as the sensitive walls were stroked and prodded. The colt squealed in surprise when the invader made its first pass over his prostate, a bolt of pure pleasure shot up his cock making it twitch and jerk in Karl's paws while his knees gave a bit and he sank further down on the wolf's muzzle.

Jamming his love nut down hard on the tip of Karl's tongue sent fresh sparks of electricity coursing through Mitch's groin, his tail flicking between the wolf's ears, the long coarse hair whipping over Karl's back.

Pressing his head against the cold, tiled wall the horse moaned and groaned as the wolf worked his ass, stretching and probing the elastic muscles, teasing his prostate and driving the colt into a frenzy of lust and need.

Suddenly stopping and withdrawing, Karl left the horse feeling empty, needing the return of the invader, addicted to the sensations that had been curtailed. The wolf stood up behind him and growled in his ear.

"Stay right there and don't move, Mitch."

Nibbling across the horse's shoulder Karl worked his way in front of the colt, sandwiching the pulsing length of horse flesh between them. Crouching down he began to lap and suckle on the flared mushroom head of Mitch's cock, his paws pumping faster on the shaft.

Already turned on to his limits, the horse didn't last long and he neighed loudly as his balls contracted and jets of thick cum shot over the wolf's head and muzzle.

The flood overwhelmed Karl. Unable to swallow fast enough, cum squirted out the side of his muzzle dripping over his chest and arms, thick tendrils hanging from his jaws.

As the colt's orgasm slowed and faded, Karl drained the shrinking cock, making sure to retain a muzzleful of cum.

Getting his nose back under the colt's tail, Karl worked the thick horse seed from his muzzle into Mitch's hungry hole. Standing behind the trembling horse, he wiped cum off his chest and smeared it over his wolfhood which throbbed painfully.

Pressing the tip of his cock against the colt's slick puckered tailstar, Karl leant forward and nibbled the horse's ear.

"You sure about this, Mitch? Last chance to back out," the wolf whispered into the colt's flicking ear.

Caught in a mix of nerves and excitement, the horse couldn't get the words out so just grunted and tilted his hips back in preparation. Karl took the hint and pushed his hips forward smoothly sliding his rigid cock past the slippery ring and into the sloppy passage beyond.

Slowly but steadily, he sank deeper and deeper, sliding across Mitch's prostate before his knot ground against the colt's butt hole. Growling softly, he nipped at the colt's shoulder drawing a low whinny from the equine as the wolf ground his hips against the horse's round butt cheeks.

Taking Mitch's hips in his paws, Karl started to slowly hump into the sucking ring, pulling out to the tip before plunging back in. Building up speed the wolf's member slurped in and out of the horse's rump, flesh meeting flesh with a wet crack.

Mitch stood braced against the wall, eyes rolled back in their sockets and muzzle hanging slackly, his tongue lolling out as the wolf pleasured himself and the horse in equal measure.

As endorphins flooded the colt's system he relaxed further, lost in the high of being bred for the first time. With a final thrust Karl drove his knot into the horse's hole, feeling it being sucked inside. A wet slurp and a soft pop later and he was locked in the colt's ass, his knot held fast as the walls clamped down hard on it.

A few short, sharp power thrusts later and his jaws closed hard on Mitch's neck as he spent himself, thick wolf cum coating the horse's innards, heat spreading through the colt's loins. After a few minutes, Karl released the horse's shoulder, gently licking the spot wrapping his arms round the colt's chest.

"Thanks Karl," the colt gasped. "I know what I have been missing out on now. No doubts anymore!"

"I will let the guys know that the restraints are off, if that's alright with you?"

"No problem here, want to experience a whole lot more before I go home," Mitch nickered.

"Oh really?" Karl snickered. "Anything in particular?"

"No, I mean not really. Just ..well you know?" Mitch stuttered defensively

"You don't really expect me to believe that do you? Karl chuckled "I think you are hiding something from me Mitch."

"Please Karl, I can't think of anything in particular. OK" Mitch whined

"The more you deny it the more I don't believe you Mitch. A horny teenager like you is going to be fapping on a regular basis, and I bet you have head full of images of guys doing all sorts of depraved things to you. So out with it, what is the one you beat off to most often" Karl pushed

"Well, I have always had this recurring fantasy about being between two big cats..." Mitch admitted, blushing furiously, "In fact there are two in the squad that fit the bill perfectly."

"Let me guess, Brice and Darryl. Want me to send them in here after we are done?" Karl laughed.

"Yeah, that would be good. For some reason I seem to be in the mood," Mitch admitted.

"Jeeez-us, what kind of monster have I unleashed?" Karl joked.

Easing his deflated knot out of the colt's butthole, Karl quickly washed himself off and rubbed down with a towel before heading out to the squad room. Sergeant Roland caught his eye and nodded enquiringly, Karl nodded back in affirmation before heading over to a table where the tiger and panther were playing cards. Crouching between them he put a paw on their shoulders, massaging their muscles.

"Hey guys, if you are not too busy there is a horny colt in the shower with a yearning to be the meat in a kitty sandwich," Karl growled.

Hardly had the words left the wolf's muzzle than both cats shot to their feet, chairs falling backwards in their haste to get to the showers and relieve their tension.

"Fellas - just be gentle with him, he is young and inexperienced, so no rough stuff, alright?"

"OK Karl, we will take it easy on the guy," Brice agreed, Darryl nodding enthusiastically as they trotted to the door.

Just as they opened it to step out the wolf called after them.

"Oh and guys - sorry about the sloppy seconds," he taunted.

"Oh maaan, Kaaaarl!" the cats whined as the door closed behind them.