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>it was late evening in the half ruined city.

>the combined shelling and aerial bombardment had left portions of it almost flat, but other areas remained relatively untouched.

>house to house fighting had been required to finally dislodge the defenders, but only a toe hold on the far eastern edge remained now.

>your squad had taken part in the initial fighting to establish control of the outer suburbs, but fresh units were brought forward for the deep urban combat.

>overestimating the enemies stockpiles of food and ammunition, high command had prepared for a much tougher nut, and the initial shock troops almost outran their supplies.

>the main force was sent in a week ahead of schedule, and by the end of week 3, you had been redeployed to a sector on the south-southeastern edge of the city.

>with no known hostile forces or even major settlements in that direction, you mostly there to form a continuous front line around the city in case the enemy tried a very wide flank.

>however, the performance you had seen so far in defense of the city made you doubt that the enemy had the fuel to accomplish the maneuver.

>the sheer unlikelihood of attack from the direction you watched led to a very relaxed atmosphere among the battalion.

>orders from the Colonel allowed a very light watch to be held, and your lieutenant even allowed for 4 hours of non-designated time in the evenings.

>so there you sat in the basement of one of the mostly intact houses with the other 7 members of your squad.

>the selection process at the academy always ensured that, at least on the level of those you interacted with day-to-day, everyone was at least polite to those they had to work with.

>being a basic infantry squad, you found yourself serving with those you had been friends with in school.

>one of you managed to make Sargent, and filled out her squad with the rest of the gang, and that was that.

>Emily was a fairly athletic tomboy, and the only girl in your friend group.

>always having something to prove, she wasn't the brightest of the officer candidates, but her sheer tenacity had seen her across the finish line.

>you had all been barely twenty years old when you graduated, but that was a few years ago by now.

>things went pretty much as expected for everyone, being assigned a space in the barracks, a more permanent uniform, and all the other things that came with full enlistment.

>that was except for one of you.

>the day after your graduation, Emily excitedly told you guys that she had been asked to participate in a medical trial for women in combat roles.

>always anxious for an opportunity to distinguish herself, she had gladly accepted on the spot, and would be temporarily transferred the next day.

>you joked together that she was leaving her squad on the first day, giving her a hard time as friends do, but you were all happy for her.

>it was just shy of two months that she was gone, but the Emily who came back was more different that you could have expected after 2 lifetimes apart.

>she didn't even call herself "Emily" any more, just "Sargent."

>her voice hadn't changed though, and it was undeniably still her underneath all that fur and muscle.

>even her eyes still looked at you the same way, despite having become a deep golden yellow.

>her personality was almost exactly the same too, but it had taken on a distinct aggressive edge.

>there had always been some weird romantic tension between the two of you, but you were never interested in being as much of a pursuer as your society typically expected of men.

>you liked her, but the idea of trying to confess to her always felt like a bad one, even if there were signs she was trying to hide the same feeling.

>it was probably a mistake anyway, you saw how hard she fought for what she wanted, if she was interested in a relationship, she would have let you know.

>that tension was completely gone the very night she came back however.

>taking the time off that evening to catch up as a gang, she had always seemed to find her way next to you on the couch, or standing behind you with a hand on your shoulder.

>by the time it had come for everyone to finally go to bed, it was clear that her assertive new bent was enough to make her leave traditional courtship rules behind completely.

>you were sitting on the couch next to her as everyone got up to leave for the enlisted barracks, but she grabbed the back of your shirt as you did so.

>not looking at you, she waved goodnight to the rest of the squad as she held you on the couch.

>they were most of the way to the door before one of them noticed you were still on the couch, and one of them called to you, alerting the others.

"You comin' Anon?"

>completely flustered by the sudden show of force after the hours of teasing, Sargent had answered for you.

"Oh no. He's coming with me. Goodnight boys."

>a cheer erupted from the group.

>they were clearly not surprised by the development, even if they didn't expect it to take Emily being turned into an almost 8' tall wolf monster to finally get you two together.

>you blushed hard and looked at the floor as they made various jokes alluding to bones and you "being dog food" and the like, but it had been impossible to hide your embarrassed smile.

>still hooting and hollering they filed out the door and down the hallway.

>their laughter was starting to fade by the time you looked back up at Sargent.

>she was already grinning down at you, and her smug expression was notably marked by the eyes of a predator.

>it wasn't fear that made you weak at the knees however, the hunger on her face made you feel more desired than anything you could have asked for.

"Shall we?"

>she asked, and you assumed that meant she was asking you to stand.

"s-sure."

>you managed with only a slight stammer before moving to stand up.

>your momentum carried on upwards past your upright position and your legs were swept out from under you as Sergeant took you by surprise, lifting you into a bridal carry.

>she carried you out the same door that everyone else had left through, but turned to the right instead of continuing straight down the hall like they did.

>you had passed few people on your way to her quarters, but those you did had reactions ranging from double-takes to blatant slack-jawed staring as she carried you by.

>as Sargent had explained to everyone earlier, she was part of one of the first batches of "Hundesoldatin," the product of a genetic engineering program to create more capable soldiers.

>she was one of the first in the world, and definitely the first one in your garrison, so she was still catching people off guard everywhere she went.

>you tried not to look like the carrying part was your idea, but it was difficult to hide how much you enjoyed just being held in her arms.

>the extra weight she held was no encumbrance at all, and it wasn't long before you reached the recently renovated section of the officers barracks.

>her room was slightly larger than most of the others, but the custom furniture that had been made for her large frame meant that there was less overall floor space.

>she put you down on her bed, and stepped back.

>rather than laying flat as she had set you down, you sat up, turned, and swung your legs off the side of the bed to sit on the edge.

>you looked up at her, way up.

>her ears were very close to brushing the ceiling, but there was still 2-3 centimeters clearance.

>the massive hundesoldatin looked down at you, but for the first time, her expression seemed less than sure of herself.

"A-Anon..."

>it was her turn to stammer now.

"I-I can tell that you don't m-mind... w-well... uh..."

>she trailed off but you picked up her sentence.

"Mind that you're a giant wolf-lady whos head is longer than my forearm?"

>you asked jokingly, hoping to reassure her, but she looked away and started wringing her hands nervously.

"Y-yea, that."

>she confirmed, but continued, elaborating on the source of her anxiety.

"W-well. T-the half w-wolf part doesn't just s-stop under my clothes."

>you hadn't really thought of that, but you stopped to consider for a moment.

>Sargent seemed to freeze solid for as a pensive look sat on your face for a second or two.

>you pursed your lips and nodded approvingly to yourself slightly, and you saw her unfreeze, slightly relieved, but not relaxed.

"We've been close friends for almost half our lives at this point, I want this just as bad as you do E-uh, Sargent."

>you corrected yourself, it being difficult to internalize the name change of someone you'd known so long.

"As long as there's no new teeth down there too, I'm sure I'll manage."

>you continued to joke, humor always being your default technique when you tried to cheer her up.

>this seemed to put her mind significantly more at ease now, but a distinct note of apprehension still hung in her voice.

"I-If you're sure, Anon. I-I.. W-well, nothing for it."

>she undid her belt and button above her tail, but paused to take a breath and steel herself before pushing down all her lower garments to her ankles.

>she put her hands over her snout, one in front of the other in an attempt to hide her embarrassment.

>it was less of a shock than you expected however as she straightened up, and stood with her legs slightly apart.

>you stare at her loins and-

>well, she wasnt lying

>a weird mixture of human and canine, puffed out slightly, but still a familiar slit.

"W-well?"

>she asked, not taking her hands off of her snout where they covered her eyes.

>you didn't care, if you had liked her before, the sudden desire she had shown for you sent you head over heels.

"You're still the prettiest girl in the world to me. Wolf head or not."

>telling her your feelings for the first time out loud felt strange, but she had clearly felt the tension between you as well.

>her ears half perked up, and she cracked her fingers slightly to reveal peek out with one of her golden eyes.

"Y-You mean it, Anon?"

>she asked, looking to see if your expression was genuine.

"I do. c'mere."

>you nodded, beckoning her towards you with a full handed motion.

>she came over and knelt in front of you as her arms fell to her sides, and you could now meet her gaze at eye level.

>reaching out and pushing your fingers into her mane just behind her jaw, you started to scratch the sides of her neck gently.

>you had intended to start speaking again as you did so, but Sargent's eyes widened momentarily, surprised by the effect that your touch had on her.

>it really was only a moment of surprise though, and a look of bliss spread across her face as she melted into you.

>her large snout nuzzled your head as it pushed past, and the weight of her chin on your shoulder caused you to collapse backwards into the bed.

>it was a little difficult to breathe with the weight of her torso on you, but her soft warm chest on top of you was so worth it.

>still running your fingers through her mane, and lightly scratching at her neck you continued with what you had intended to say before.

"I loved you as Emily, and I still love you as Sargent. Frankly I'm embarrassed I forced you to make the first move."

>you said slightly breathlessly from underneath her.

>she pushed herself up and off of you slightly, but your hands stayed in her fur.

"I-I don't know what to say, Anon."

>she looked down at you, happy tears starting to well in her eyes.

"You don't have to say anything. We have the moment."

>reassuring her, you pulled her back down gently, and she obliged, resting most of her weight on you again.

>nuzzling her chin and cheek into your neck as you pet her mane, the two of you enjoyed each others closeness for the first time.

>after a few minutes however, you noticed her pulling herself backwards, but only slightly.

>the cool end of her snout brushed against your ear, and she stopped, pressing into the side of your head, she inhaled deeply.

>taking a solid whiff of your scent, you thought you saw a trace of that instinct in her eyes again.

"I'm sorry Anon, I just couldn't help myself."

>she apologized, but you contradicted her.

"No, don't. I, uhh... kinda like it when you act like a... predator."

>embarrassed, you said the last word very quietly.

>Sargent's ears perked up a little as you did so, and she slid further backwards off of you after a moment.

>picking herself up to kneel in front you you again, you sat up to follow her.

>She looked nervous, in a different, almost giddier way this time.

"I-I mean, I guess I could..."

>she glanced around a little, and began gently wringing her hands again, but stopped suddenly when you brought your hands up and cupped them either side of her rear jaw.

>you held her head up, and the way that her golden eyes locked with yours made you feel like the luckiest man in the world.

"It's okay. We'll get there."

>you said, holding her gaze for a moment.

"N-No, it's t-totally-..."

>she started excitedly, but trailed off as she seemed to realize the truth to your words.

>lowering her head back down again slightly, you planted a kiss on the short, soft fur just behind the edge of her nose.

>she drew a long sigh as you pulled your head back to meet her eyes again.

"Y-You're right. We'll get there. I-I just need..."

>regaining her composure for a moment, she stuttered again as struggled to admit how badly she needed release.

>understanding her without words, you likewise didn't need to speak to communicate your willingness to proceed.

>taking your hands from where they held her head, you leaned back slightly, and planted them wide on the large bed behind you.

>smiling in a vaguely confident way, you shifted back and forth slightly as you spread your legs apart.

>quickly realizing your intention, she lunged forwards clumsily.

>it wasn't aggressive, but it was certainly eager the way she bumped the large flat top of her head into your chest.

>her ears were long enough that they brushed into your face as she almost pushed you over.

>holding the entire length of her snout and forehead against your torso, you felt the tip of her nose grazing the fabric.

>you had been feeling the increased bloodflow down there since she had first dropped her pants, but the heartfelt conversation had distracted you from your immediate desires.

>it was just the two of you now though, and your pants quickly began to strain under the swelling that her gentle nuzzling induced.

>she had closed her eyes, and was pressing her nose into the base of your shaft from one side, inhaling deeply through her nose.

>you felt your breath catch as you began to pant, the lust that had been simmering beneath the the surface of the rooms atmosphere boiling over.

>her golden eyes opened slowly as she exhaled your scent, and the request they made was crystal clear.

>withdrawing her head slightly as you reached down, you had enough room to adjust your pants slightly as you lowered your fly.

>undoing the button afterwards, the waistline of your pants popped open, but your shaft was still tucked down one of your pant legs.

>letting her do the honors, you put your hands back out behind you, reclining again.

>her eyes lit up, and she sat up on her knees again, as she realized the reveal you left for her.

>you hadn't even finished sitting back on your hands before she had grabbed your pantlegs, bluntish claws pressing into your skin.

>pulling them down in jerking motions, one leg at a time, she watched greedily as each tug revealed another inch or so of your shaft.

>her expression of hunger intensified with each tug, as it failed to reveal your tip.

>it was a little awkward for her to take the last tug or two, clearly expecting to be done pulling by now.

>a look of surprise spread across her face as her efforts were rewarded though, and her eyes seemed unable to look away as your roughly 8" member flopped out, wobbling a little as it stood to attention.

>Sargent seemed almost hypnotized by the cock in front of her, and you suspected that her old human hormones and new wolf instincts had gotten the better of her.

>frozen for a moment, she watched it sway almost to a halt, but it didn't quite have time to come to rest before she lunged again.

>mouth falling open, her tongue flopped out she dipped her head down to lick your the base of your shaft.

>the size of her head meant that by the time the stroke of her tongue had reached the underside of your head, you could still feel its length sliding along your base.

"O-Oh! S-Sargent..."

>you sat up as you started in surprise at the intensity of the feeling of her tongue, warm and soft across the sensitive skin between your legs.

>it was your turn to melt into her as she closed her lips around the tip.

>slumping forwards slightly, you rested a little of your weight against the same flat area on top of her head she had pushed into you a moment ago.

>her head was large enough to fill most of your arms when you embraced it alone when you wrapped your arms around it.

>the soft fur of her snout ran down the front of your uniform as she easily took your entire length in her mouth.

>moaning as she pulled back towards the end of your cock, your hands found places to rest behind her ear and on her neck.

>leaning further into her, she easily held your weight up against her very sturdy frame.

>taking you back down to the base, she began bobbing up and down in shorter, faster strokes, keeping all but an inch or so of your dick in her mouth the entire time.

>you jostled up and down in time with her sucking as you leaned on her more and more, scratching at the skin below the fur that entangled your fingers.

>being held in her mouth like that was so soft and warm, and despite the slightly inexpert way she gave her first blowjob, it wasn't long before you were getting close.

"S-Sargent... I-... I'm gonna-..."

>you tried to warn her in time, but there was no need, as she gave a few more enthusiastic strokes before pushing herself to the base.

>pressing you to the roof of her mouth with her wide soft tongue, she rubbed it side to side across the underside of your entire length.

>that was your breaking point, and you gripped into the fur behind her neck and shoulders, pulling yourself into the top of her head as you came.

>shooting the load towards the back of her throat, she had to swallow several times to get all of it.

>it was several seconds before you stopped gently bucking into her mouth involuntarily, but you fell back onto the bed with a long sigh after you did so.

>Sargent was kneeling up again, looking down at you staring at the ceiling with a supremely satisfied look on her face.

>licking her lips slightly, she stood up, towering over you again as she undid the front of her uniform.

>letting it fall to the floor around her, she took the bottom of her undershirt with one of her clawed fingers, and pulled it up and over her in a single graceful motion.

>the stripping hundesoldatin in front of you had pulled your attention away from the ceiling, and you watched her relatively modest breasts fall out as she disrobed.

>it's not like they were small by normal means, but her wide shoulders threw the scale off a little.

>there wasn't much time for you to get a good look however, as she was on top of you again almost before her undershirt hit the floor.

>pressing her nose into the base of your neck, she took another deep sniff at the collar of your uniform.

"Take it off, Anon."

>her voice shook slightly with her shuddering exhale, but it was clear that she knew what she wanted.