Warrior Clan: Chapter One: A perfect day
#1 of Warrior Clan
Hello again!
The story you're about to read, is the first part of a story series I'm writing.
I just wanted to make a series that doesn't need to rely completely on the yiffy stuff.
This is just an introduction, so that you can get to know the characters and history before the "action" starts.
I know, some of you might say this looks a bit like Star Wars; well, yeah, it does.
But hey, why are you listening to me talking? That's not why you're here, is it?
No, didn't think so. So get on with the reading, then!
But you're still reading this, right?
Still reading.
Still reading.
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Ok, ok, I'll stop! Just a few more things:
This is an erotic story involving anthromorphic animals. If you're under 18 (or in some cases 21), you shouldn't even be reading this.
If you don't like science-fiction (curse you!), blood, gore, death, violence or furry mating (curse you again!), then you can just walk away.
Nothing to be ashamed of, I can just turn away while you get out of here.
*waits a few seconds*
You're still here? Good. Lets begin.
Warrior Clan: Chapter One: A perfect day
It's the 22nd century. Earth is a graveyard. Nearly nine years ago the humans suddenly turned against the furs. In the following days, furs and humans, who had lived together in peace and harmony, slaughtered eachother mercilessly.
All over the world the battles raged, mostly ending with human victory due to their numbers. But in a few places, large numbers of furs joined together to mount a defence against the enemy.....They are the Warrior Clan...
Jake lay in his bed, a thin white blanket covering his muscular body.
He was alone in the barrack, the rest of his squad had went to have lunch in the cantina.
Jake wasn't hungry. The twentyfour-year-old hyena lay with his paws behind his head, scratching himself idly behind the ears.
He thought back to that day, almost eight years ago, when he was found by the Warrior Clan...
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...Jake ran through the main street in his home town, scorched houses and crumbled walls everywhere.
With every step, the pain jolted up through his right leg, where blood was pouring from a large wound in the thigh.
All around him the dead lay, humans and furs. He heard voices. Turning his head, he saw the three humans still following him, one of them carrying the axe he had used to wound him. Just as Jake turned his head back forward, he crashed into someone and fell hard on his back. Covering from what he was sure was more humans, he awaited a killing blow.
Nothing happened.
Opening his eyes, he looked up at a group of furs, all armed with powerful laser weapons and looking down at him. He counted six of them; two wolves, one grey and one black, a rabbit, a lioness, a rottweiler and a tiger, which was the one he had crashed into.
The short, white rabbit looked at him for a second,
before he looked at the humans, who were approaching fast.
Then he nodded to the lioness, who stepped forward. Levelling a large minigun-like weapon, she smiled to Jake before pressing the trigger.
With a loud rattling sound, a hail of red laserbolts spat out from the gun, before the lioness let go of the trigger a moment later.
Everything was silent again, except from low agonised sounds from the humans.
The lioness bent down beside him, looked at his wound, then signalised to the others with her fingers.
Suddenly they were all on him, the tiger held his legs while the rottweiler sat down on his chest and the wolves grabbed his arms.
Jake tried to struggle, but they were too strong for him.
The rabbit grabbed the edges of the wound and pulled them apart, electing a cry from Jake.
The lioness bent down, looking inside, then sat back up with a grimace.
"His leg is broken. I need to straighten it before we can put the bandages on. Hold him still, this is gonna hurt!"
The lioness bent down again and put her right paw into the wound, feeling around.
Then she found the bone and pulled.
The pain was incredible.
Jake felt like he would scream his brains out.
He could vaguely hear the lioness say something, before he passed out...
When Jake woke up, he was in a shining bright room, lying in a nice, soft bed.
After his eyes got used to the light, he saw the same group of furs that found him,
along with a badger dressed in white that Jake assumed was the doctor.
The rabbit was talking to the badger, while some of the group was sitting by a table near the opposite wall.
The lioness and the black-fured wolf was sitting by his bed.
Suddenly the rottweiler noticed he was awake and shouted to the rabbit:"Hey Jamie, come here, I think he's awake!"
The rabbit, Jamie, walked over to them, smiling at Jake.
"Hi there, nice to see that your getting better." Jamie said, looking at Jake's leg, which was bandaged and hung from the roof.
"It's been three days since we bumped into you and brought you here.
We thought you wouldn't make it, you had some seriously complicated bleedings."
"Where is here?" Jake asked, feeling really tired and empty.
"You're in the main base of the Warrior Clan." Jamie answered, then he looked at Jake's face and chuckled: "We better get you something to eat, you look like shit! Gary, run to the cantina and get...eh..."
"Jake." Jake answered.
"...Jake something to eat." Jamie finished.
The rottweiler smiled, rose from his chair and jogged out of the room.
Jamie turned to Jake again, grinning.
"I hope we weren't to rough on you when we met, but according to Dania here, your leg was really messed up..." He said, nodding at the lioness. "...but you're a tough one, surviving all by yourself since the war started like a year ago."
"Yeah, it was tough." Jake admitted.
"When you get better, I hope you'll join the ranks of the Warrior Clan. We could need a survivor like you on this team."
Jake grinned.
"That's a date!"
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That was eight years ago. Now Jake was second-in-command in CounterInfantrySquad #43, Jamie's squad.
Jake had changed alot since he joined the Warrior Clan.
The thin, unmuscular teenbody had been replaced by a 6'8'' tall, powerful body, covered in vermin-brown fur and black spots.
He still had the same childish face, but now it had a long, thin white scar on the right cheek, all the way from the forehead to the chin.
He looked at the clock above the door. 2:37 PM. That meant that the others were done with lunch.
Just as he closed his eyes again, the door opened and Dania came in, smiling.
"Hey Sleeping Beauty, wake up! We didn't see you at lunch, is something wrong?", She said.
"No, nothing's wrong. I've just been lying here, thinking.", Jake assured her, sitting up in the bed.
"About what?", Dania said with a mocking voice, like an annoying sister. "Shelly?"
"No, not Shelly.", Jake said, thinking about his mate. "About the day you guys found me in Malvon."
"Oh yeah, I still remember how you screamed...like a little girl!", She laughed.
Jake chuckled and threw his pillow at her. She grabbed it in midair and tossed it right back in his face, laughing even harder.
Just as Jake picked up the pillow again and pulled his arm back, Dania stopped him.
"Save the energy, you're gonna need it."
"Why? Wait, no...", Jake looked up at her.
"Yeah, Jamie has booked the training area. Close combat training, with battleclaws."
"Again? That's the second time this week!", Jake groaned, touching his left overarm, where a battleclaw had cut him up two days ago.
"I know. 3:00 PM, training area #5. Hm, eighteen minutes, we better hurry.", Dania said, looking at her watch.
Jake nodded and pulled off his blanket, swinging his feet down on the floor.
Then he noticed that Dania was staring at him, struggling to hide her laughter.
Jake gazed down his body and quickly found the reason; he was totally nude!
His morning stiffness hadn't worn off, lying half-stiff over his thigh.
Jake turned around, and there, behind him in the bed, lay his dark grey boxers.
He quickly pulled them on, while silently cursing himself for pawing off last night.
Then he walked over to his closet, blushing like a tomato.
Opening it, he pulled out a pair of marine blue pants (not like he had much choice...).
Dania came up on his side and opened her own closet, also blushing.
Silently they both put on their uniforms; Marine blue pants, red jacket and
camouflage colored leather armor with the Warrior Clan emblem: A laserrifle and a longsword crossed inside a white circle.
They also put on a pair of black boots, a belt with two K69 laserpistols and various equipment,
a pair of shoulderpads (Jake's light green, while Dania's were regular camo-green ones), and a K70 laserrifle, which they strapped on their backs; Jamie insisted that the training should be as authentic as possible.
Finally, Jake took out a pair of thick, black gloves and put them on.
Instantly the battleclaws connected with his nervous system; with a signal from his brain, a dagger-like claw would pop out above each finger. Of course, today they would fight with protected battleclaws, since the accident two days ago.
They took out their helmets, put them on, pulled down the dark orange visor and shut their closets.
"Hey, you won't tell anyone what you saw, will you?
If Shelly finds out, she'll probably think I did it on purpose and make me "pay" for it", Jake said with a coy smile.
"How could you possibly believe that I would tell anyone?", Dania exclaimed, putting up a shocked face.
Jake chuckled. "Please?"
"Ok, ok, I won't tell anyone!", she sighed.
"Good. Well, lets get going.", Jake said, heading for the door, the clock above showing 2:52 PM.
Out in the bright corridor they turned right, heading for the training areas.
"But you know, if I see something like that again, I can't promise that I won't tell.", Dania said with an evil smile.
Five minutes later they entered training area #5, a large room covered in grass with small patches of trees and rocks.
The rest of the team was already there; Jamie was talking to Gary, the rottweiler.
Chris and Richard, the wolf twins was playfully wrestling in the grass nearby. Except that Chris was black-fured and Richard had grey fur, they were nearly identical in looks. Their fursonality couldn't had been more different, though: While Richard was a calm, optimistic furr, Chris was gruff and negative with an unrivaled hate for the humans.
When Richard would follow Warrior Doctrine and kill enemies the "fast n' easy way", as Chris called it,
he would pull a typical Chris-Kill: Give the enemy half-a-dozen fatal wounds, then sit down and watch them bleed to death.
The last member, the tiger George, sat with his legs crossed in the grass and watched the wolves with a weird smile.
He was always the one who handled explosives, like bombs or the light assault gun, which was a combined rocket and grenade launcher.
Jamie turned to the door when Jake and Dania came in, nodding a "Good morning" to Jake.
"So, you're finally here. Good, let's begin with the training, then.
First we'll have some duel-training, then some hologram-assaults. Take positions!"
The team quickly split up, standing on two lines facing eachother; Gary, George and Richard on on side, Jake, Dania and Chris on the other. Jamie sat down on a large rock near Jake and Gary, studying his team.
"Battleclaws ready!", Jamie shouted, electing the scraping sound of six pairs of protected battleclaws being extracted.
Everybody readied combat positions, awaiting Jamie's signal.
"Go!"
Gary jolted forward, swinging his right arm against Jake's head.
Jake ducked, grabbing the right arm, then he grabbed the left one as Gary tried to punch his chest.
Jake placed his right foot on Gary's stomach, tipped backwards and threw the rottweiler overhead.
Before Jake could "finish him off", Gary was up again,
trying to kick Jake, who catched the kick and kicked away Gary's other leg, sending him into the ground.
He placed a knee on Gary's chest and put a battleclaw to his throat.
"You lose.", he grinned down at his opponent.
"Can't argue on that.", Gary chuckled back.
Jake got off Gary and helped him up, noticing the other two fights were also over: Dania sat on George's chest, playing drums on his helmet, while he laughed and begged for mercy. Chris had, not surprisingly, won the third duel, holding his brother's hand behind his back in a tight grip.
Jamie clapped his hands to get their attention: "Well done everybody! Now, lets do some hologram-assaults!"
He then took out a small remote control and pushed a serie of buttons, before he lay the device on the rock he had been sitting on.
"Take assault positions!", he shouted, while the team positioned themselves in a line, with Jamie in the center.
Suddenly about two dozens green images showing humans with laserguns appeared, spread out in front of them.
"Charge!", yelled Jamie.
They all sprinted forward, ducking and avoiding the incoming fire, Chris being the only one who was hit by a shot, almost causing him to stumble.
"Hey, that hurted! How much power have you put 'em on, Jamie?", he growled as he slashed a hologram, causing it to turn red and disappear.
"60%.", came the rabbit's answer as he dove through a hologram, deleting it, before stabbing to both sides, deleting another two.
Chris growled something that Jamie (hopefully) didn't hear.
Two minutes later, all the holograms were gone and the group stood there panting, Chris holding his arm, where he had been hit.
"Ok, lets run for fifteen minutes, then we'll call it a day!", Jamie said smiling, beginning to run along the walls.
Fifteen minutes later, Jake walked through the corridors, panting and sweating, heading for the barrack.
Rounding a corner, he bumped into one of his friends, a lean, muscular white-furred wolf named Silver.
"Hi Silver, how're you doing?", Jake asked, before he looked down and saw the longsword hanging in Silver's belt.
"Wow! Is that..?
Silver grinned.
"Yeah, it is."
"You did it! You've been taken into the Battledancers, congratulations!", Jake cheered.
The Battledancers were the elite of the Warrior Clan; furs with incredible speed and agility who were masters in close combat, fighting with longsword in teams of two. They were easily capable of leaping high above the enemy, turning in midair to slash them from behind.
"So how is things going with your mate?", Jake asked.
"Decar? He's the best!", Silver said with a hint of dreamy eyes.
"Ooh, sounds like someone is having a crush on somebody!", Jake mocked, loving to pester his friend.
"And you're telling me? I've seen you when Shelly's around, you look like the living incarnation of love!", Silver countered.
"Speaking of Shelly, I better get going. She wanted to meet me in my room.", Jake said, grinning at the thought.
"Ah, I see. Well, what are you waiting for?", the wolf chuckled.
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow.", Jake said, walking off.
"Of course. Now go enjoy yourself!", Silver called after him.
Entering the barrack, Jake closed the door and turned on the lights.
Then he turned around and saw a drop dead gorgeous, black pantheress lying in his bed.
Jake grinned.
"Hi Shelly."
"Hi there, my little hyena.", the pantheress purred back.
Then she pulled down the blanket for a second, giving Jake a glimpse of two well-shaped, black-fured breasts, before.
Jake grinned even wider and walked over to the bed, slipping under the blanket to join her.
Shelly greeted him with a kiss, sealing their lips together as their tounges began to battle.
She then began to pull of Jake's clothes and throw them on the floor.
Jake, on the other paw, cupped his mate's brests and began running his fingers slowly over the nipples, still with their muzzles locked with eachother.
Both furs moaned and panted into the other's mouth, their arousal clearly showing in their eyes.
Finally they broke the kiss, so that Jake could get rid off the armor, jacket and shirt, being the only clothes left on his body.
Jake then started kissing Shelly's neck, moving veeery slowly downwards.
Moving down, he gave each nipple a quick kiss, before he licked his way down the cleavage between her breasts, making her writhe like a snake under him.
When he came to her navel, he stayed there for a few seconds, swirling his tounge over the small nub of fur-covered flesh.
Shelly almost couldn't believe how good and tickely it felt; she actually had to bite her lip to avoid herself from screaming.
When his tounge entered her treasure a few seconds later, she did just that: Screamed out her pleasure, making Jake stop and come back up to her. Jake wasn't worried about someone hearing them, the barracks had thick walls.
He just liked to pester his mate, enjoying her frustration.
The panther growled angrily as her pleasure faded: "Get back down there, hyena-boy, or I'll..."
That was all she managed to get out before Jake grabbed her thighs and impaled her tailhole with a powerful thrust.
Shelly cried out as Jake's organ forced her tight tailhole open, hilting her in no time.
Jake gave her some time to get used to the large intruder, soothing her and brushing away the few tears that made their way out.
He then starting a slow rhytm, pulling nearly all the way out then hilting her with a swift thrust. Shelly moaned and panted from the incredible fucking, unable to take the overwhelming amount of pleasure.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you?", Jake grunted between his thrusts.
"Hell yeah! Don't you dare stop now!", Shelly snarled at him.
"Wouldn't dream of it.", he grinned, pressing a finger hard on the point between his tailhole and his balls to slow himself down,
not wanting to cum before her.
But there was no need to slow down, Shelly was over the edge already, trashing her head wildly.
Her love juices splattered out, covering Jake's groin with the sticky liquid.
Jake could also feel himself getting close, driving home a few more thrusts.
Then he hilted himself one final time and sprayed the pantheress' insides, before he pulled out of her and let the last spurts paint her tummy.
Jake slowly rolled off his mate, admiring the artwork on her belly, the white cum contrasting very nicely with her black fur.
"Oh yeah, that was great!", Shelly mewled, beginning to spread the cum over her tummy and chest.
Jake grinned at the sight of her rubbing her breasts with his juices.
"You know, that really turns me on..", he growled playfully.
The pantheress chuckled: "Of course. You guys have such simple minds."
She then rubbed and pressed her breasts together to emphasize her point.
Jake gave her a quick lick on the nose, then he lay back on the pillow, closing his eyes.
A few seconds later, Shelly lay her head on his chest, snuggling into his warm fur.
They both sighed to themselves and thought: "Could this day have been more perfect?"
The End.
Yeah I know, the yiff-scene was a little short.
But as I said, I'm going to focus more on the story, rather than the yiff.
Hope you liked it anyway, please give me some feedback.
Haraio