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Swords and spears clashed across the small screen and the two competitor fought skillfully and fiercely. Pongo Spottail, a young and handsome dalmatian, both tall and strong lay across his rack and his vibrant blue eyes seemed glued to the phone's content. " Finally got into GOT huh?" A male voice offered this question mere seconds after a clicking of a deadbolt and a opening door heralded the arrival of Pongo roommate and friend Hunter. Hunter was a chocolate lab of a similar age as Pongo, average height and stocky with a small pot belly that now pushed outward from his sweat soaked t shirt as if demanding to be noticed. Hunter and Pongo were co-inhabitants the barracks room of 255, area 75, Camp Pendleton, California. Both young men were Marines,stationed in this area by a common desire to test themselves physically, mentally, and emotionally in the gambit few try and fewer achieve. These young warriors were only hours away from beginning a rigorous training program that if completed earned one the job, title , and honor of a Reconnaissance Marine. "Yeah man, been binge watching all weekend! Finally going to see the Mountain and Viper fight it out." Pongo said in reply his eyes never leaving the screen. Pongo very much wanted the spear wielding fox, Oberyn Martell to best the gigantic hound Gregor Clegene. His biggest reasoning for this was his personal connection the Oberyn. Both were skilled fighters who found value in fashion, culture, and protecting one's family. He also couldn't forget the earlier scene where it had been revealed Oberyn was bisexual. He had given a short speech, when questioned on his sexuality, to the affect of him finding beauty in both male and female. He said he delighted in the god's creation as he slapped the tight rump of a immensely cute husky. Then he stated his delight in the naked torso of a young and buxom cougaress. This struck a chord with Pongo because for years, since the early stages of puberty he had realized that he found beauty and allure and sexual pleasure in both men and women. He could never truly understand how a person could be completely heterosexual and deprive themselves of a full half of humanity sensuality. But this fact was something Pongo rarely discussed with his fellow Marine. All they truly found interesting was epics of drunken escapades resulting in sloppily shoving a hard cock into a woman until they bust on a the bed spread and all over themselves. Pongo always humored these stories with the customary, "hell yeah" or crude joke about it only taking 30 seconds to complete the task. But Pongo was a romantic, kindhearted and caring he was recently single and dreamt of finding comfort in the strong arms of a supporting and dedicated boyfriend. He had never actually had a boyfriend and this fact saddened him great, that plus the depression he felt as he watched the great brute Sir Celgene crush Prince Martell's head like a grape sudden left him in a dower mood. " Hey man some of the guys are grilling steaks tonight, getting some good protein and laughs in before the slay fest begins. Wanna join them?" Hunter possed this question as he stripped down and walked nude to the small shower, grabbing up a towel as he went. "Sure, it'll be cool to meet all the NCOs and officers too." Pongo responded dully as he tried to recover from the shock of a fictional friend's untimely demise. A shower head jumped into life as Pongo strode to the bathroom to brush his shining white teeth and care for his fur. "Thats right, any rank can try out for recon, and we all train together too." Hunter stated more to himself than the dalmatian by the sink.The nudity mere feet from Pongo neither excited or distress him, after months of showering with guys sometimes being forced into a gym style shower room naked and in line as screaming and shouting drill instructors demanding they be "nut to butt" had completely desensitized him to the scandal of seeing friends and work colleagues in their birthday suits. He finished grooming himself and dressed in a tight blue shirt, with a high v-neck and a color that made his eyes even more vibrant. He slipped on a pair of black pants and original style Chuck Taylor's. Presses a phone, wallet, and key card into his pocket he bounded down a flight on stair and out into a sunny courtyard where laughter and the smell of sizzling meat beaconed him. As he walked out he saw many new and unfamiliar faces, as well as some he knew from previous training. He smile as he approached a seated group of three huddled in a semi-circle and devouring the steak ravenously. " Whats up mother fuckers, saying any steak for me?" Pongo blurted jovially and was rewarded by a smile and chuckle from each of his friends and a large, platted slab of meat being pushed toward a open chair. The group started with a extremely skinny cocker spaniel, with fiery red fur and a ready smile. His name was Jake and he was well known for very sarcastic and crude humor which he displayed moments after Pongo sat. " I thought I smelt a fag heading this way, what took you so long? Busy finger popping yourself on the shitter?" Jake ask in a careless manner, as if the fact of me fingering myself was not only common knowledge but of little importance to him in particular. " Yeah man, I'll make sure to call you next time so you can watch!" Pongo exclaimed and gave hima dramatic wink which was followed by more snickering. "Jesus can we stop talking about Spottail's asshole, I'm trying to eat here!" boomed a extremely tall and muscular Golden Retriever sitting opposite Pongo. His name was Logan and he was who Pongo considered to be his best friend. He was older than the rest, twenty seven years old to be exact. Most of this group had enlisted right after high school or a year or two into a steadily worsening college career, but Luke was different. He was the proud holder of a bachelor's degree from a small New Mexican college, experience parole officer and prison guard of multiple juvenile detention centers, and most uncommonly a happily married man to a very sweet doe by the name of Diana. He resembled a young Clark Kent in stature and attitude which had always fueled a harmless attraction that Pongo held for him. Pongo was by no means a home wrecked or under the dilision of stealing him away from a loving wife for his own selfish urges but he had entertained a daydream or two of being held in those rippling arms or standing on tiptoe to lock lips with the stunning smile so easily flashed when amused. " Seriously though who nervous for tomorrow?" This query came in the dull tones of a tall and langy otter whose name was Jordan. He was a ex frat boy from a large university in the Midwest and acted accordingly. He could be found on the average weekend drinking cheap beer to excess then hitting on horrendously old women he insisted were angelic and appearance and would be devilishly good in bed. He was a good and honest man but not known for a great wealth of knowledge or articulation. The entire group muttered and nodded their assent to a mutual sense of anxiety. " We'll be fine guys, just stay calm and put out and..." Pongo abruptly trailed off as he saw him. He stood at nearly six foot four inches and filled out his large frame impressively with lean and powerful muscle. His fur was a dark brown bordering on gray, except on his neck where it formed a pitch black and rectangular mane that formed into a jet black pile of hair on his head. That and a softer coloring of tan peak out of his shirt collar. He wore khaki shorts and a black shirt with expensive sunglasses carelessly preached on his head. He walked with a confident and commanding gate, as though he was always in control of his surrounding and never subject to them and as he turned a pair of inquisitive amber eyes on Pongo he melted. Thought and reason momentarily left the young Dalmatian's brain replaced by the lust, no the need to understand the manned wolf, to discover and decoded the mystery held in that gaze and hidden behind the shimmering bronze pupils that were his whole world. Then a voice broke the trance, but rough and kind, masculine and caring he spoke. "Evening boys, my name is Captain Webb and I'll be your class commander." The surrounding group stood the shake his paw and offer the pleasantries Marines of a lesser grade owe a officer, and Pongo found himself standing with them. Moments later he was gripping his paw, his pad were rough and calloused obviously worren by year of soldering and his grip was strong and reassuring. It insisted on respect but wasn't tight enough to warrant arrogance or pride. All Pongo could muster to say was "H-hi sir." The sir gave Pongo a charming smile and a rousing pat on the shoulder. "Well you boys have a good night and get ready! Tomorrow will be a long day!" Captain Webb gave this advice with the importance and care one might use when addressing an issue to the Commander and Chief himself then promply turned on his heel to continue his hospitality mission. They all sat and discussed how nice the officer seemed and their excitement and worries and hopes for the days to come but Pongo said not a word. He simple ate his food then giving a curt "Night" to his friends took his leave from the group. That night after showering and set out his uniforming and doing all the necessary task to ready himself for a early reveille he lay in his bed. Hunter was fast asleep and snoring loudly, occasional bursting with flatulence and muttering some gibberish he would turn over and settle in his rack. Pongo sighed and trying to ignore his thoughts, to plan for the next day instead of replaying his meeting with Captain Webb over and over in his mind's eye. But no matter the effort as he finally curled in his blanket and let his exhaustion rock him in a sea of sleep, he had one image, one picture, one thought that remainder. Pongo Spottail closed his eyes only to see and pair of vibrant amber, seemingly flowing with liquid copper boring into him, studying him, and knowing him all at once.

This is merely part one of my debut story as a furry writer. Pending review and feedback I hope to make this a enjoyable and engaging story of romance, adventure, valor and above all the overwhelming power of love. Please leave your input in the comments section!