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"ATTEN-TION!" The drill instructor blared the recruits. Allen stiffened to an attentive pose, cold air biting at his fur. The Instructor, Sergeant Miggery "Hill" Paterson, eyed each scrub of a private with utter disgust. He paused in front of a grey wolf, who's patch and tags had the simple title: D. Shaw. "What, wild bitch?" The instructor mocked, "Too far from the woods to stay steady?" He quickly dealt out a backhand on Shaw, hard. The wolf bared teeth at the instructor but did no more as he was chided on the ground. "Get back in line, pup!" The sergeant stated coldly, "I'm the alpha now!"

He strolled down the line of furs, stopping next at a red haired collie. "What about you, pretty boy?" He snarled, "Got what it takes to be a soldier?!" The private, A. Redpaw, shook and nodded as he said, "N-no, sir!" The sergeant's hand lashed out again, this time knocking the recruit on the back of his head. "Loose that stutter, pup! Or do I have to snip you steady!?" The sergeant took two steps and was in front of Allen. He looked him, eye to eye, and said, "I read your profile, pony boy. Carolina only makes mares and queers. And I don't see a vag on you yet!" Allen tried to bite it back, but before he could managed his temper he replied sharply, "Takes a queer to know one, sir!"

Dead silence greeted both of them, the sergeant's face as red as Allens. Allen finally sighed, bowed his head, and said, "Sir, permission to stand down?" The sargent puffed air for a moment, almost fuming, and suddenly broke out laughing like mad. "Christ alive!" He barked, "Finally a scrub with damned sense of humor. Now drop down and give me fifty pushups, good ones, or I'm handing you back to your family in a glue bottle, solder!!!"

The afternoon went by in short order after that. First, Allen was ordered to do fifty sets of pushups, sit ups, pull ups, and crunches. Then, he was ordered to run five miles in full kit under thirty minutes. Finally, the sweating stallion was ordered to the bathrooms with a toothbrush, and began to scrub it down. The brown and yellow stained marble show brightly under florescent lights. The sargent sniffed and wore a smug grin through all of this. As he started to turn around, he beckoned to two other squad members and another officer. To the officer, "Sergeant Patterson, watch this scrub do his job." To the squad mates, he snarled, "Take this as a lesson to smart asses like this queer." He saluted the officer and marched off to the CO barracks. The other officer, Akiro F. Patterson, kept a formal stance until Miggery was inside. Once he had gone away, though, the blue-white wolf yipped with laughter, slapping his knees. "Made an enemy of old 'Mad Miggery' now huh?" The wolf wiped a threatening tear from his eye and said, "Maybe that's not so good or bad a thing afterall. From what I know, Miggery is getting more and more uptight on rules. Good to have a scrub upset the old fur bag."

Meanwhile, Allen was at working the brush hard, sweat beading his brow after a long day of physical work. "Serves the bastard right to call me out in front of the squad. I may be gay," He said with half a smile, "but that doesn't make me a sissy for liking what I see." As he said this, he winked at the assembled furs, causing Dean to cough and blush. Akio Redpaw, the soldier Miggery backhanded, blushed hard enough to make his fur go red, and fumbled with his hands in his pocket, trying to hide an obvious bulge in the front. Akio acted the least unnerved by this revelation, but smiled all the same.

"You'll have to excuse Miggery," Akiro said, "Hes a bit...outdated with his thinking" Allen snorted and washed the brush clean while he began to work on a brown stain on the floor. "'Outdated' is a nice way to put it." He said, watching the brown stain dissipate under brush and cleaner, "What, Did he paraphrase 'Full Metal Jacket' for fun?" Akiro chucked, and replied, "No, he's more of a Mel Gibson fan. Today was a bad day for him, the company CO told him he had till the end of the month to make the quota for trainees or he's getting canned." Allen paused, and looked up at the other two furs in their company. "And what about you two, huh?" He chuckled ruefully. "Come to throw some insults at this 'fur fag' like your leader?"

Akio yipped and straightened up, surprised by the bland and blunt call out, while Dean growled and bared his fangs. "What makes you think that?" Dean snarled out, "What makes you think we're already in his hands? Huh?!" Allen barked with laughter, a reaction Dean wasn't expecting. "Oh, nothing much, just the fact that you didn't act out." He smiled as he said this, and went on. "Oh, and word of advice, but between the four of us for future information: who ever did it with a dragon, you may have cleaned your coat, but the smell is still there." Dean, Akiro, and Akio quickly turned away, all present except Allen blushing madly. Dean, now a good bit calmer from being cut down so easily, said, "How-how would you know?" Allen just smiled and chuckled. "Sometimes, to get a bit better price, you gotta do what it takes. Besides," Allen snorted, "The scaly old bastard was too horny for his wife. She couldn't give a slut head!" Snorting broke into chuckling as he went on with his dirty life before joining the service. "He-he used to scream my name, the horny old fucker!" Allen adopted a mock tone of an old man and said, "OH~! Allen, you dirty colt! You're a filthy ssslut!" Akio had to put a paw over his face, to hide both his blushing and laughing. Akiro just smirked, and asked, "So, you gave an old dragon head, huh? Then who's the one who got it now?"

Allen got off the floor and walked over to each of them. Akio and Akiro he passed without a second glance, but when he got to Dean, his ears and tail flagged. "Christ," he blurted "did you bathe in the stuff!?" Deans ears laid back and his tail went between his legs, but he still had some pride left in him to let out with a growl, "Shut. Up. Allen!" Allen just smiled and surprised the fur by giving him a light hug. "Trust me," he said with a wink, "If you got a whiff of the others, you'd know we're the 'Fur fags' that they make us out to be. Though I doubt you had as good a reason for it as I did." Dean bared his teeth at Allen, but his bravado finally gave in. His lips went down, covering his fangs, and he sighed. "Bastard pinned me," He said, "Caught me in the showers. Told me that if I 'got him off' that he'd pay me fifty. Money is tight now, so I was in it quick." He lightly growled, "Still hasn't paid me off all the way." Allen contained a laugh in the form of a snort. "Had my fair share of those kind of furs." He smiled, and hugged Dean again, warmly this time, "Sucks that the hot ones get the worst kind of shafts." He chuckled, and patted Deans back as Dean joined in, "Literally sometimes."

Dean hated to admit it, but God damn if Allen wasn't personable. Allen smiled and held up a second tooth brush. "As much as I love following an order, it would make light of a large load of work." Allen grinned broadly, "Wanna help?" Dean smiled smugly, thinking: Damn him, How can I say "no" to that guy? He sighed and got down on his knees, grabbing the brush, before looking at Akiro. "Any rules against this, Sergeant?" Dean asked. Akiro just shrugged, "All I'm here for is to make sure you guys don't start jacking off all over the place." He then grinned, "But by the sound of it, you'd all like that too." He chuckled and leaned against the wall. Dean and Allen resumed the task at hand, and with the two of them at work, half the bathroom was clean in no time, leaving only the stalls. Allen got up to stretch, offering Dean a paw which he took without hesitation. Akio watched on, hesitant, but not out of true fear. The only thing that had held him back was that he was a loyal hound, and hated the idea of being punished from their Sergeant again. Not to say that he hadn't been talking with them, just that he hadn't joined them in the scrubbing down of the floor. Then things got interesting.