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Karl turned his head to see who had arrived late to his initiation. Through tired, hooded eyes he glimpsed a pair of neatly-trimmed and polished hooves, he looked up immaculately-pressed trousers. Karl couldn't prevent a deep growl from vibrating in his chest, as his eyes reached the crotch which was swelling before his eyes. Slowly his eyes drifted up past the uniform jacket, then flashed open in panic as he came face to face with his new CO.

The training that had been drummed into him over the past months kicked in and, going into auto pilot, he tried to leap to attention. Roland and Karl screamed in unison as he tried to rip his knot out of the Rottweiler, and Karl collapsed back on top of the dog, feeling as if someone had tried to tear his genitals off with a pair of pliers.

"At ease, soldier, you are not on duty now," the stallion nickered. "I came round to see how you were fitting in to the squad. But I don't need to ask the question now - it seems I have my answer already. Plus I wanted to give you my own personal welcome, as I do to all new members of Delta squad."

The shock was too much for Karl, his knot rapidly deflating, and with a wet slurp he pulled out of his sergeant's tail-hole, his shrinking member slapping against his thigh. The CO chuckled.

"From the look on his face, I think Sergeant Roland has some unfinished business with you, Private. I will take a back seat while he deals with his issues. I think it would be better all round."

Sergeant Roland climbed slowly to his feet glaring at the hapless wolf. A string of expletives poured from his muzzle, using words that Karl had never heard before, a vocabulary seemingly known only to NCOs. Little drops of spittle spattered over Karl's muzzle as the dog barked in his face. Interspersed in the profanities were snatches of phrases like "what the", "were doing " and "a new tail-hole", but mostly Karl heard pain. Like any good squaddie, he stood there and let the tirade flow over him. But inside he quailed under the verbal assault, because he knew this time it wasn't just words, the threats he was receiving were going to be put into action and there would be only one result.

He was going to suffer for his error.

Slowly the torrent ebbed as the sergeant vented the head off his fury, and his contorted muzzle started to return to something approaching normal. Raising a paw, Roland grasped the scruff of Karl's neck and pulled him behind the screen. That was one good thing, Karl hoped; at least everyone wouldn't be witness to what was coming. The paw round his neck pushed him down hard onto his knees causing a sharp intake of breath, and a stifled yelp of pain escaped Karl's muzzle. His nose twitched as it told him what was approaching, even before the sergeant's glistening pink dog-hood came into his eye line.

"Get it good and wet, Private, you will need it," snarled the Rottweiler.

The wolf realised that his nervousness had turned his muzzle into an arid desert, and frantically he worked his tongue round his mouth, massaging his salivary glands, trying to get his drool to flow before the Sergeant's member attempted to force its way in. The paw gripped his neck tighter to hold him still as the fleshy tube sought to find its target, leaving a trail of slime across Karl's nose and muzzle.

"Time's up, whelp. Open up and take your medicine."

Karl stuck out his tongue and slurped along the shaft, drawing it towards its goal, the fresh taste of the Rottweiler's juices tickling his taste-buds. The soft, pointed tip squirted little bursts of pre-cum into his muzzle as it pushed its way deeper towards his throat. He couldn't help but choke as it reached the back of his tongue, slipping past. Trying to calm his body's defences, he swallowed as hard as he could, and the slab of meat pushed into the top of his throat.

Paws gripped both his ears as the pole pulled back, and thrust forward again back into his throat, causing him to gag again. Then it pulled out once more, the paws holding him fast, preventing any movement. Karl swallowed and swallowed each time the back of his throat was hit, as the sergeant muzzle-fucked him remorselessly. Soon his natural defences gave up and there was no reaction to the thick cock sliding into his throat over and over again. Slowly the pace dropped and the dog pulled out his throbbing dog-hood, dripping with a mix of Karl's drool and the dog's pre-cum.

Roughly he was pulled to his paws and pushed backwards onto the bunk, the Rottweiler wasting no time kneeling between Karl's legs, hoisting them up onto his shoulders. Automatically, his slick tail-hole was lined up and the sergeant hilted into him in one powerful thrust of his hips, his knot pressing hard against Karl's ring. But it couldn't force its way past.

"It will fit eventually, Private, one way or another - it will fit," the Rottweiler growled.

As the sergeant started to hump into him, Karl tried to relax and accept him but nothing he tried would let that beast past. Their bodies ground together at the bottom of each thrust, and, although it got a little further, entry was still denied. Frustrated, the dog growled loudly and bit hard into Karl's shoulder in a mating bite, starting a chain reaction. In a submissive response to the dog's dominance, a flood of endorphins entered Karl's blood stream and the hormone-induced high relaxed his muscles enabling him to submit totally to his pack leader.

With a loud wet pop, the Rottweiler's knot forced its way past Karl's pucker and buried itself deep inside, Karl's ring clamping hard behind it, trapping it inside as it swelled even larger. After a few short thrusts, the dog stiffened as his climax hit and he started to fill his omega with his seed, Karl feeling the heat spreading through his loins as rope after rope of cum painted his innards.

Once the dog was spent, he released Karl from his bite, licking the wound apologetically. Roland hugged their chests together as he rolled them over so Karl was resting on his chest as Roland stroked his back.

"So have you learnt your lesson, soldier?" the dog grumbled.

"Yes, Sergeant," Karl groaned, "it won't happen again."

Both canines dozed in their post-coital haze until the sergeant's knot shrank enough for the dog to pull himself loose. Roland climbed off the bunk, pulling on his fatigues.

"You stay there and relax, Private. Your duty starts tomorrow. Rest until then," the dog ordered and walked out past the screen, and Karl listened to him barking orders to the rest of the squad.

"Come, you excuses for soldiers, get your shit together: we have training to do," the sergeant barked.

Karl snickered at the collective groan from his squad mates.

"Besides, you know the Colonel needs some quiet time," Roland added to a chorus of hoots and jeers.

Slowly peace and quiet descended on the squad room and Karl heard the clomp of hooves rounding the screen and approaching the bunk.

"So, how are you finding things, Private Bower?"

Karl opened his eyes and took in the sight of his CO standing beside him in just his boxer shorts, his half-hard member just poking out of the bottom of one leg. Slowly he ran his eyes over the stallion's body. The well-groomed coat glistening in the soft light just emphasised the curves of his taut muscles. As Karl looked closer, he could see the slightly-thickening waistline, and where the stallion's dark bay coat was being invaded by grey hairs on his chest and muzzle, all betraying the older stallion's age and the inevitable march of time.

"Well, I can't say that this was how I envisaged my first day in my new unit," Karl rumbled, "but I am not going to complain. Guess it makes me feel I belong. But I have to ask you a question. How did you know? I thought I had it all securely hidden. What gave me away?"

"It is difficult to explain, it's just a feeling, an instinct if you like. When you have been around as long as I have, you just know. I can't say that I have spotted every one that has passed through my office - but I haven't been mistaken yet with the ones that I have. As the cliché goes, it takes one to know one," the stallion chuckled. "Now let me look at your shoulder, Sergeant Roland can get a bit over exuberant when he is riled but he is a great soldier and an excellent squad leader. Follow him, and you won't go wrong."

The horse touched Karl's shoulder with a tenderness and compassion that surprised him and soothed the throbbing in his shoulder a little.

"It's not too bad, it will be a bit sore for a few days but you will be fine. Now scoot over a bit and give an old warhorse a little room."

Karl did as he was told and moved to the side of the bunk, as the big stallion lay down beside him. Strong arms wrapped round him and pulled his back into the horse's chest, Karl's butt fitting snugly into his groin with the swelling horse-meat pressing against his thigh. Karl sighed gently as his chest was gently caressed and teased, while the stallion's snout snorted and nickered into his neck.

"You youngsters tend to be all energy and enthusiasm while I prefer to take my time and enjoy a more sensual experience. So relax and just take it slow. Enjoy the sheer pleasure of it all," the Colonel whispered in his ear.

Karl whimpered as a thick tongue softly licked up his neck and the rubbery lips started to pull at his ear, teeth giving little nips changing the sensations stroking his mind. All the while his torso was being softly stroked and his fur ruffled, stimulating his body and soothing his soul. Karl knew he could lie here like this for the rest of the day but also he knew that wouldn't be possible.

Reaching over his shoulder he drew a paw down the horse's long jaw, eliciting a soft sigh and, edging himself round, he turned to face the equine. Looking deep into the dark brown eyes, he could see the knowledge and passion they contained, and tenderly he licked the horse's flared nostrils until the lips parted and he leant into a deep kiss, not one of love rather one born of a mutual need.

Pulling away from the kiss, Karl started to lick and nuzzle the stallion's chest until he rooted out a nipple which he licked and suckled, teasing the nub harder. Then, taking it between his teeth, he nipped it firmly, the horse gasping in surprise, before whinnying in pleasure as the wolf rolled it between teeth and tongue. Tracing his claws across the stallion's torso, rising and falling as they traversed his abs, Karl travelled down the horse's pleasure trail until he arrived at his boxers, the material straining to hold in the monster imprisoned within.

Chuckling to himself, Karl's muzzle followed his claws down the trail stopping to lick the navel as he hooked his paws into the waistband and began to pull them down. Slowly he eased them past the horse's tail, then down over the muscular legs until just before his knees the horse's sex spear sprang free, waving in front of Karl's muzzle, calling to him.

Quickly the shorts slipped past the equine's hooves and he could devote his attention to what mattered most. Reaching out he grasped the weapon, his paw hardly reaching half-way round the girth, Karl didn't know what to expect but he was surprised by the difference in feel. Whereas the canines' cocks were thin-skinned, moist and hot, the horse's was dry, cooler and almost velvet to the touch.

Massaging the rampant cock with both paws, Karl pushed his muzzle into the horse's groin, nuzzling and licking the grapefruit-sized orbs, breathing the heady musk deeply, the stallion snorting his pleasure at the attention. As Karl finally came up for air, he whined as he was pulled up and away from the object of his desires.

"Don't worry, pup, you are not finished with it yet," the stallion nickered. "Turn round and kneel across my chest."

Doing as he was told, Karl knelt astride the horse and leaning forward he grasped the horse's meat with both paws, his tongue lapping hungrily at its flared head, prodding at the volcano-shaped glans in the centre where pre-cum dripped out. As he worked, Karl felt the horse's thick tongue working along his taint and pressing against his sore tail-star.

Karl moaned and whimpered as he slobbered over the cock in front of him, his saliva soaking the shaft, making it slick under his paws as they moved across its surface. He felt an increasing ache from his tail-hole as the stallion's thick tongue pushed inside and worked across his prostate, stretching him wider than he thought possible, but he knew he would have to go further still.

Before he knew it, the invading tongue withdrew leaving him feeling empty.

"Time to get in the saddle and ride the bronco, pup."

Karl worked a bit more spit onto the shaft and pulled away from the horse's member and turned round to face the stallion again. He put his paws on the horse's shoulders and leant forward a little as he worked his butt up towards the throbbing horse meat. Once he felt the slick head pressing up against his pulsing tail-star he paused, their eyes meeting and holding each other with unspoken words. The stallion gave an encouraging nod of the head and Karl started to push back building up the pressure until the wide head was forced in past his pucker.

Slowly he impaled himself further on the weapon, inch by inch it sunk into his hidden depths. Karl hissed and yipped as he reached the median ring and pushed himself over it. Still their eyes held each other, never leaving the other's gaze. Karl groaned softly as amazingly his butt cheeks pressed into the horse's pelvis, sinking into the saddle. He was hilted.

Neither of them seemed to be able to move, stuck in the moment their eyes still locked; Karl's shining with pride and achievement, the horse's with care and support. Then, almost imperceptibly at first, the stallion started to grind his hips, working his shaft within the wolf, increasing their mutual pleasure bit by bit. When he felt ready, Karl slowly pulled half-way off the impaling spear, past the median ring, then sat back down on it; pulling back off once more, he stopped hallway again.

The stallion gripped and supported the wolf's butt cheeks as he started to breed him. Again and again the shaft was driven deep into Karl's innards until the stallion squealed loudly, driving the head as deep as he could; it flared to twice the size as the horse started to cum, pumping thick horse seed inside his mate, the heavy balls contracting and pulsing as they emptied their load. Karl could feel his belly swell as the flood filled him. The pleasure was so overwhelming he was almost unaware of his own cock pulsing in time, coating the horse with his spooge.

The shaft was still twitching, spending the last of its load as horse and wolf dozed, the wolf's muzzle nuzzled into the horse's chest and the horse gently caressing the wolf's head.

Karl mused to himself that if anyone had suggested he sleep with someone more than twice his age he would have thought him insane. But that was what he had just done and it had been amazing, different and more satisfying than with all his squad mates. And he would do it again without a second thought. Slowly he fell asleep, gently snoring into the stallion's chest.

The next thing Karl was aware of was a pair of paws shaking his shoulders trying to wake him up again. As he opened his eyes he was aware that the room was dark and the horse was gone, with only a coat full of dried cum to prove he had ever been there. The paws went away and a light clicked on, and Josh walked back over to him.

"You awake yet, Karl? Looks like you had fun anyway." He laughed, "the Sarge sent me over to get you cleaned up and over to the mess hall for chow, we need to get you into the shower pronto"

The husky grabbed Karl's paw and pulled him up leading him to the showers. Turning the showers on, he pushed Karl under the nearest head to soak while he stripped off and joined him under the stream of hot water. Opening a bottle of fur wash, he worked a pawful into his back, making sure to get it deep into the fur, the lather softening and removing the crusted cum.

Josh passed the bottle to Karl.

"Let me look at that shoulder while you work some of this into your front."

Josh gently parted the wet fur over Karl's shoulder as he inspected the wound.

"You will be fine, I will get the medic to put some antiseptic cream on it later, but don't worry about it. Hell, we all have them, look."

Karl looked up at Josh as he parted the fur on his shoulder to reveal the tell-tale pattern of a dog-bite mark, the dotted scars white against his skin.

"It's fine, Josh, not worried by it at all - it's just a badge of membership as I see it."

"You have no idea how happy I am that you have joined us, Karl."

"How come?"

"Well, when we are out in the field we operate as teams of two, we dig and man a foxhole together, watch each other's back, and so on, and the squad has been light a member. Since my old team-mate left the army, I've had to work on my own. Gets lonely out there without a partner, and the risks increase too. So you will be my new team-mate, that's why the Sarge sent me to get you, so we could start meshing together as soon as possible."

Karl looked at the husky in this new light, noticing for the first time that one of his eyes was a bright blue and the other light amber. The hot water had soaked his fur so it clung to his body casting his muscled body into sharp relief, and the look of joy and enthusiasm plastered across his muzzle warmed Karl's soul. He stepped over to Josh and hugged him tight, licking his muzzle.

"I think I am going to like that, yeah going to like that a lot," Karl murmured.