The following entry has been translated from French. At the top of the first page it is dated 21st of May, 1942.

	Dear Diary,

	Today was the day I gave my virginity. I'm still shaking from it all - though it happened hours ago. It is nearly dawn now, but I just couldn't sleep. Not without putting everything down on paper, first. 

	His name was Hans. I would always see him on his patrol in town, where me and my sister sell the extra milk from our family's cows. She's only eleven -three years younger than me- so she doesn't yet see men like Hans in the way I do. She never could understand why I would stare at him while he wasn't looking our way. She will someday soon.

	I knew in my heart there was something special about him. I could just tell. That handsome face of his seemed to shine in the dingy street. Everything was dingy when compared to him. 

	When Jeannette was busy making a small sale to a regular of ours -Mrs. Renaud- I slipped away around a corner. This was it, I told myself. I was going to finally say something to him.

	That's when he turned and stared straight into me. I froze. Those canine eyes of his locked me in place right there in the middle of a stride. I was ready to turn away and bolt back to my sister, when he took a step. 

	My tail bushed out like never before, my whole body coursing inside with liquid ice and fire. Still, I couldn't move. He came over and stood over me - he towered over me. "Bist du gut?" he asked me, reaching out to put his paw on my elbow. 

	It was a miracle I didn't collapse. It was a miracle I could speak, and that I didn't lose my courage. I whispered to him in my best German "Strand von La Saline, zehn uhr."

	Then I ran. I turned and I ran back to my sister, not caring what I looked like to her. I'll never forget the look she gave me when I dashed up panting and wide-eyed. Her nose scrunched up in confusion, the little white stripe of fur between her eyes wrinkling. She asked me why I was running, and where I went. She didn't see. I'm grateful for that, at least. 

	Hans never looked back our way the whole rest of the time we were there. I didn't know if he understood me, if he was repulsed by me... I didn't know anything. It killed me not knowing, and staying there for what seemed like an eternity. 

	That night I was ready. Well, ready as I could have been. I told my family I was going to sleep like any other night. But tonight I crept out through my window. I had the appointment to keep. 

	I only had my nightgown on. It was an incredible feeling to be standing out in the open in the night wearing so little, but it was nothing compared to what I felt about hoping he would arrive. I scanned up and down in the darkness looking for him, holding my arms around myself to keep out the chill air coming off the ocean. A few minutes passed, and my dread increased. Would he show? Would the authorities? 

	I never saw or heard him coming. Hands wrapped around my arms from behind me, and I nearly jumped out of my fur and screamed. He spun me around to stand face to face with him. In his arms... I could have died. He came! It was really going to happen!

	It took everything I had just to move while under his gaze. My trembling paws reached down to pull up the hem of my skirt, and I eased it slowly up and over my head. I was fully naked before him, standing shivering with nothing but my black and white fur between me and the world. 

	My world could have ended right there if things had gone differently, but it all happened just as I dreamed. Even in the darkness of the night I could see Hans stiffen at the sight of me. The front of his pants bulged out, and he was quick to reach down and unzip. 'Yes, yes!' I cried in my head, my eyes unable to leave his waistline. "Please, please," I begged, gasping when I saw his red maleness come free of his uniform. "Go slow with me... It's my first time."

	I don't know how much he understood my words, but he understood my meaning. I saw him swallow, just before he nodded quickly and resumed disrobing, setting down the rifle he had slung over his back. While he pulled out his belt I helped unbutton his jacket, spreading it open and pulling it aside. 

	We were so close together then - our bodies nearly touching... I could feel his heat. I'm sure he could feel mine. Then he grabbed me. It wasn't like before, with just his paws on my elbows. He -enveloped- me. 

	The next thing I knew we were on the ground. It was cold in the grassy sand, but he held me under him and kept me warm deep inside. 

	He struggled his shirt off, stripping the last of his clothes off to match himself to my bareness. His muted yellow fur went everywhere on his body. I had fantasized and wondered before about what he would look like unclothed - if he would have a patch of white on his belly or not. Now I knew. I could see all of him.

	Hans had a paw braced in the grasses on either side of me. His male body was all I could see above me. "Bist du bereit?" he asked. I nodded.

	He adjusted, and I felt it. The tip of his erection pressed into my slit, sliding in easily from how wet I was down there. He made it in maybe an inch before it got to be too thick for me. My female opening resisted, but he pushed. 

	I gave a little cry as my virginity ripped open for him. He gripped me tight in his arms, those strong arms of his going all the way around my back. And I gripped him. Our bodies conformed perfectly together, even the air getting squeezed out from between us. And then...

	His mouth met mine. Mine was already open from being penetrated so, and he leaned in to kiss me with the entirety of his longer muzzle to mine. His big doggy tongue filled my mouth just like his cock was filling me lower down. I just melted.

	For as long as I live, I'll never forget a single detail about that moment. The mixed sand and grass under me, the shade of his fur, the gasp I let out when his paw found my budding breast. And the feeling of having so much of him inside me. The first time anything has ever been inside me. 

	His hips started moving, pulling out and pushing it back in. I wanted to kiss him forever, but the pain of it made me have to yelp like a little girl. It hurt, but I didn't ask him to stop. I... know I can't explain it, but as much as it burned, it also felt just incredible. It was really happening!

	Hans grew faster and faster with his thrusts. I had no where to go, pinned under him in the cool sand. I had nowhere else I wanted to be. He was making me his. I knew at that moment that his knot was starting to fill out, and I knew he was going to get it inside me. And I let him. I spread my legs and braced myself, digging my nails into his back. 

	When it came, I couldn't hold back the scream. He pressed his paw over my mouth in an instant, covering it completely and stuffing the cry back down my throat. He held it there until he was sure I was done. I was. He was already shoved inside me, his swelling knot locked in my lips down there. 

	"Hans," I whispered to him, growing worried about the feel of it. It just kept growing, wider and wider! It felt like it was going to rip me open, if it went any more. Then he pushed... again. His knot sank in deep, his erection going in deeper than I thought I would be inside. It pressed against me inside me belly, but he got it to all fit. 

	That was when he went off. His whole body tensed against mine, shivering, nearly convulsing. I've never seen a man shake like that - and I wonder if it's like that with a lot of guys. 

	He came into me, his seed filling my belly. Up to that point I had debated if I would let him finish in me or not, but his knot took away my choice. I hope I don't get pregnant. Even now I can't stop looking down at my belly, knowing what he put inside me. 

	Hans was panting like he had run a mile when he stopped. So was I. Lying underneath him, starring up at him and the starry sky behind... I felt like I was in paradise. Maybe he could take me with him to Germany when the war's over, I thought. Or he would stay with our family and we could get a house together here. I just never wanted to leave him.

	A few minutes passed, but we didn't say anything. Our breathing calmed, and I could feel the pressure of his malehood inside me start to shrink. At last he pulled himself up over me, bracing himself on his paws on either side of my chest. He pulled his hips back, and I cried out again, but I made sure to stay quieter than before. It hurt just like before, but in a different way, since the bulge was coming out now. 

	I heard a pop, and felt the heat pass out of me. His whole length pulled out, leaving me physically feeling empty down there. He moaned, leaning hunched over me, and he said something I couldn't understand. From his tone it sounded like he said he liked it.

	Right then I was trying to think of a way to translate 'when can we meet again?', but he spoke first. He pushed his arms straight, looked out into the darkness behind my head, and called loudly. "Ulrich, Peter!"

	My blood ran colder than the ocean water. I couldn't move, not even to look back the way he called. But I could hear them coming. His friends came marching in through the sand for their turn. 

	I don't know which of the two boys were Ulrich and which one was Peter. One was a fox and the other a lynx. They were both already shirtless when I first saw them, and they were both in the process of stripping off their uniform pants. 

	The lynx got to me first, falling to his knees at my sides with his paw landing on my chest. He gripped my breast more roughly than Hans ever did, and it hurt. It was only then that I willed my body to move, to try and get away. 

	But Hans held me down. I looked up into his eyes, I'm sure my own were more terrified then they had ever been, but his were like steel. He looked at me like he didn't even care. He was simply done using me. 

	I couldn't see much after that, not through my tears. One of the boys got their hands under my side and flipped me over, and I was immediately pinned down again. I think it was the fox who mounted me first. I tried covering between my legs with my tail, but someone yanked on it so hard that I cried out. After that, my muzzle got clapped closed, one of their big paws wrapped around it and holding it shut to keep me from making noise. 

	The one that was on me, he sent his penis up under my tail in one hard plunge. If it wasn't for the paw around my mouth, I'm sure the English would have heard my scream from across the channel. 

	I don't want to talk about the rest. They had their fun with my body for I don't know how long, but it felt like hours. I hoped the Sun would rise - that somebody would hear the commotion we were making and find us. But no one came. They did everything with me that they wanted, and then they simply left. 

	Hans was last to go. I wiped my face into the fur of my arm to clear my vision, just so I could see him. He was smiling at me. Half dressed, he pointed his gun right at me. I thought for sure he would shoot, but he said "Do not tell."

	He turned and walked away, still smiling at what he and his friends had done. They left me alone on the beach, but I was really alone in the world. 

	I probably laid there unmoving for an hour. I thought about getting up and walking out to the ocean to drown myself, but the tears came back when I tried. I couldn't bring myself to do it, because I thought of Jeannette. I couldn't do that to her. And she needs to know what happened, so it won't happen to her. 

	I love you Jean, and I will protect you.