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The woman's body bounced with his thrusts. Sending her breasts up and down over her furry chest, a mixture of pleasured howls and his own grunts filling the air. The Siberian Husky's length pushing in and out of the finely toned body of the canine on her back. Martin's teeth were gritted together as the girl moved up and down with his thrusts, her arms grasping around to find purchase on something as the Husky pushed into her. His paw resting firmly on her stomach to keep her down so she was unable to sit up to reach him. Martin's left hand firmly grasped the brown fur of the girl's thigh, holding it to the side as he continued to thrust his length in and out of her; feeling her lips sliding along his pink flesh and his tip burying itself deep inside her tunnel.

He tilted his head back in bliss, letting his tongue slide out and dangle to the side as his hips continued their rhythm against the girl's own. The sound of the pleasured moans from the girl being mixed with the sound of the squeaking metal supports of her bed were the only thing filling his mind. Anita's body felt so perfect around his shaft, as though it were built just to accept him into it. Dropping his head back towards her, he took in the beauty of the German Shepard. Her breasts weren't huge, they were perky and that of a fit woman. She had always been athletic and fit and he hoped to marry her when he returned back from the war. A war that if anything was being proven, would show that the German Military would run over the Slavic nations to the East and be able to exact their revenge for the Treaty of Versailles against the French to their West.

The war...

Martin shook his head and looked down at the white furred waist of the Polish girl. His eyes wide as he was holding her down as she called out in her own language. Growling at the momentary dream he'd been having, the Siberian Husky started thrusting harder, impaling his length fully into her with each push, feeling the tightness of her virgin or near-virgin sex around him. A snarl escaping his lips as her eyes were bubbly and the fur on her face was matted down in streaks from tears. The part of him that wasn't completely lust driven felt as though it had been kicked in the teeth. This girl, however much he'd been told they were inferior because they were Slavic, was still a girl.

A desire to stop rose up, one that was crashed down as he felt his climax wanting to come. That allowed the lust in his mind to take over and he let out another snarl as he shoved himself to the hilt inside of her, holding her tightly there as she screamed out and he grunted as he felt his length pulse, filling her up with his cum. Grunting as he sucked his stomach in and squeezed out as much of his soul as he could into the girl. Feeling the sticky substance against his tip and up his shaft a little ways before pulling out of her. The girl now whimpering and crying in his grasp. Her struggling having ceased as she curled herself up into a ball.

The German stood himself up and stared down at her with regret. With his climax over and gone with, his lust fulfilled, all that was left was that regret that he had just taken this girl by force. Someone whom he didn't even know and was just a victim in the war already. Pulling his trousers back over his length as it disappeared back into it's sheath, Martin stared down at her with a clear look of depression on his face. Knowing that the regret he felt had to be nothing compared to whatever was running through the Polish girl's own mind.

Strapping his buckle tight again, he shouldered his Mauser and turned away from her, leaving her to her own fate. A fate that he wouldn't doubt would lead her to a few more occurrences like this from the German occupational forces. Stepping out into the street, the Husky was glad for once that he wasn't able to bathe for the past few days. He smelled like sex, but he knew everyone else smelled bad and that his own oder would hopefully hide the musky smell coming from him. Readjusting the helmet on his head, Martin headed towards the base of operations the Garrison had set up. He hoped he would be able to make it to the showers before anyone did catch wind of his smell, especially an officer. Not that he was worried about getting in trouble from his own comrades, but he knew they'd never stop giving him shit for boning a Polish girl, especially with the girl he had waiting back home for him.

Sliding into the barracks, or the multiple barracks since they didn't have a large enough structure left in one piece. The Husky found his unit in a converted Inn, where the Inn's keeper was, Martin didn't really dare to ask but already was hearing about how gorgeous some of the Polish girl's were around here. He rolled his eyes as he was waved over by a few men from his unit, "Kerrl! Get your ass over here!" There were just a few of them, it looked like the two men who were equipped with the machine Maschinenpistole 40's in his unit.

Martin really didn't want to go be berated for something or hear about how they almost were able to convince a Polish girl to screw them. He, for one, had done nothing wrong that he knew of, nor had he almost convinced a Polish girl to screw him, he'd just gone out and got one for himself. Raising a paw to them, the Husky shook his head, "nein, I have to shower and sleep early tonight. We will have to speak later." The men of his unit groaned and hassled him, though he zoned it out. He was glad that at least his own unit didn't give him shit for being of Siberian descendant. It wasn't something he could really hide from anyone, he had tried but coloring his fur never helped, his eyes always destroyed his cause.

Undressing himself in the room that he was designated, three cots had been squeezed into the room, the occupants not there and he suspected they were either in the showers as well, or they were downstairs in the sitting area. With just a towel wrapped around his waist, the Siberian Husky growled and realized he didn't even know where the showers were located. Flexing his toes and hearing the bones crack after being free from the boots, he let out a comfortable sigh and realized if not knowing where the showers were was the top of his concern, then he was in pretty good shape.

Wandering down the hall, he spotted another soldier coming up the stairs in a towel, his fur matted down and clearly damp. "Hey, where are the showers?" Martin stopped at the top of the stairs and the German Shepard looked at him.

"They set up some piping in the blown out building across the street." The Shepard growled and shrugged his shoulders, "wish they'd told me before I got all undressed."

Martin nodded in agreement, but if it was just across the street, he figured that he could handle any crap he would take from walking through the sitting area again. It wasn't like he was unfit, far from it. He'd been in the military since '37 so had plenty of years of staying in shape. On top of that, he had no want for anyone to have any sort of doubt that his girl was as fit as he was, so Martin had taken it upon himself to stay far ahead of her in that category.

Still, he could feel his cheeks redden beneath his fur as he walked through the waiting room again. His unit along with men from all the other units laughing and saying their words as he passed. All that comforted him was that he wasn't the only one to do it and he was sure some of them had or at least would make the same mistake. He wasn't bothered in the least that they were seeing him nearly naked, that was how the showers were anyways, it was just that he'd make the mistake that placed the blush on his face. For that, he was certainly glad that his rank wasn't that of an Officers, men would never get off his back if he were.

Stepping out into the streets, he scampered quickly across the road in his bare feet. No part of him wanting to be seen by any Polish citizens, even at long range since they wouldn't be allowed this close. He still wasn't that hard to pick out of a crowd with his facial pattern of fur around his eyes and being a Siberian Husky in the German military. His ancestry, thank the heavens, went back far enough though that he wasn't considered a Slav anymore with the interbreeding of his elders, though he seemed to be the odd child out, being the only one baring such a pure Siberian ancestry to his look.

Getting into the building, he could hear the water running around through the clearly visible piping that was taking the water from the building. Slinging his towel up over one of the pipes, he held his eyes from wandering to any of the other patrons in the room, especially low on them. He gave polite nods to some of the soldiers around him, none of them anyone that he recognized. That made him sigh, it was normally nice to at least have someone to jaw with while standing there. And while he knew these men were his comrades, he hadn't yet built the bond with them that he heard his parents and other people he knew who'd served in the Great War.

Scrubbing himself up with the water coming from the faucet, since there was no soap around for him. That didn't bother him though, scrubbing through with his claws was enough to clean him to the point where he at least wouldn't feel like he was covered in grease. Cleaned, or at least as clean as he was getting from just water, Martin turned the nozzle to stop the water from reaching the opening above him. Restraining himself from shaking off so he didn't get anyone wet around him who was drying, and pulled his towel down from above him. Running it hard through his fur as he wanted to get out of here and off to sleeping as soon as he could.

Opening the door back out to the street, the breeze that he hadn't noticed earlier felt like a chill straight from Scandinavia. Nearly sprinting across the street, feeling the eyes of the soldiers outside on him before he bounded into the Inn. Finding himself filled with more laughter from the soldiers watching him burst into the room. The Husky couldn't help but give a laugh of his own as he moved past them and up the stairs. Grinning as he pulled into his room and just pulled his trousers on. He could hear someone breathing on the other side of the full bed as he laid down on the pile of blankets that was supposed to act as a cot. With his boots beside him, Martin closed his ice blue eyes and let out a yawn. Rolling to his side and feeling himself drift off to a sleep.

It was a short lived sleep, he awoke to a sweat, imagining his Anita being raped by some Polish soldier. Laying on his back, he stared into the pitch black air of the ceiling as he cursed silently to himself. Sighing loudly, his ears twitched and picked up the sound of someone moving in the cloth. His brow quirked and then widened. Bringing a hand up he had to squeeze his muzzle closed as he quickly recognized what it was as the breath of one of the soldiers in the room was clearly a little louder than the other sleepers. Sticking his tongue out in disgust, he shook his head, one of the other troopers was rubbing one out.

The sound stopped and the breaths changed, Martin's nose picking up the smell of the soldier's sex. Shaking his head, he rolled onto his side and closed his eyes tightly. Reminding himself not to do that in case someone else was able to hear you doing it.