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Before he turned to the whitetail buck farmer with the most twisted and tangled antlers he’d ever seen. They looked like they twisted together and around and back in on each other like a bowl full of spaghetti. \n\n“I say that about does it umm Mr Mr, sorry umm” not able to remember the bucks name for some reason. He continued “turns out it was just a bad throttle cable. Easy fix, should be good to go now, don’t image it will give you anymore trouble.” \n\nMyles took off his tool belt and dropped it in the front seat of his old dusty Chevy work truck with the name of his shop on the side. “Myles tractor repair and parts: where we go the extra mile for our farmers” Myles noticed that the farmer hadn’t replied and looked over, the buck with the twisted tangled the antlers faced away from him and seemed to be looking at something far off in the distance. \n\nMyles took a few steps towards the farmer looked across the barren dry cracked field, that looks like nothing had ever grown there or ever would. Myles looked at dark tall storm clouds that gathered just over the horizon. His tail fell flat and his ears dropped , he turned to the buck again. \n\n“ Umm looks like it’s goona be a blow that’s for sure, not my place to tell ya your business but I’d finish your combining before that blows in.” \n\nThe farmer turned to Myles and put a hand to his ear, as if he couldn’t hear. Myles started to repeat himself but a damn cranking and grinding noise drowned out his words. Myles turned to find out what in the heavens was making so much noise… \n\nMyles opened his eyes as he laid on his cot he blinded a few times and looked over as a main battle tank rolled by, it’s tracks clanking and grinding as it went. \n\nMyles squinted and rubbed his eyes before his checked his watch. He had got a few hours of sleep which was better than nothing, which is what he normally got. He sat up on the cot and yawned then grabbed his body amour that he had laid over himself like a blanket and put it over his head. He stood up, gave himself a little shake before he secured the side straps. \n\nMyles adjusted the body armor plates to where they sat in the most comfortable position possible. Than quickly checked his front, no leftover food or awful was across his front, his rank was in place along with his name tape, M. Porter. \n\nMyles looked out the open flap of his command tent as soldiers packed up tanks and supply trucks in preparation for the move. After just a few moments Captain Ridgewell a 30yo German Shepherd, jogged over before he stopped in front of Myles. “Morning Colonel you sleep well?” \n\nMyles or Colonel Porter or just Sir as most everyone except close friends called him nowadays nodded. “ About as well as I ever do, what’s our status?” \n\nCaptain Ridgewell or Mitch, flipped through a few pages on a clipboard before he replied. “The engineer and supply battalions besides a few stragglers we have here breaking down camp are at the new FOB.” \n\nMyles nodded along. \n\n“ The artillery battalion is already in their new position and are providing cover for our current position and withdraw to the new FOB.” \n\nMyles held up a finger “the 105 or 155?” \n\nCaptain Ridgewell looked at his clipboard again “ 155 are in battery position locked cocked ready to rock, 105 will be before the move.”\n\nMyles nodded again “ Coffee?” \n\nThe German Shepherd shook his head “Sorry Sir, best I can do is instant and cold.”\n\nMyles sighed “ Continue” \n\n“ The light cavalry battalion along with all but one of the dragons are reconning the new operations area and this you’ll love.” \n\nMyles ran his tongue across his upper K9s, they felt gritty then cocked an eyebrow at his XO. “Cap you know damn well and good, I don’t love nothin, ever have never will, maybe other than the stars and stripes and or victory seeing out great nation whole again.” \n\nCaptain Ridgewell nodded “ Yes Sir, understood sir, very inspirational Colonel. I strive to be half the canine you are on a bad day. Even if I can’t hope to achieve such a high standard of excellence.” \n\nMyles made a cutting motion across his neck. “ Yea yeah your ass-kissing is top notch as always. Now what am I going to love?” \n\nThe Captain tried to hid a chuckle by clearing his throat. “We got ourself a scout, one of their scouts that is. Tall skinny antlerless buck, got him just a few clicks from here.” \n\nMyles just shrugged “ And… ice the meat and get it to the new FOB ASAP?” The captain held up a finger and shock his head. \n\n“ Sorry sir I mean, we got a live one here.” \n\nMyles tilted his head “ Took him alive, how in the blue blazes hell did they manage that ?” \n\nThe captain just shrugged “ Just that good I guess, you want to talk to him or should I just have him shot and processed?” \n\nMyles thought for a few moments, looked at the tanks, trucks and APCs still being loaded. “Looks like we have time before the move, bring him over.” Ridgewell turned to leave before the Myles stopped him. “ Wait how do I look ?” \n\nRidgewell looked the Colonel up and down “ You look fine Sir” Myles looked down his muzzle at the Cap. Ridgewell held up a paw than dropped it, “ You look like you haven’t slept in a month, used a drainage ditch to bathe in if ever and need a flea dip… same as always.” \n\nMyles squinted “ I meant was my uniform straight … Captain.” \n\nRidgewell nodded “ Ah of course sir, inspection ready, like I said a true inspiration to all the canines and felines in the brigade” and quickly made his escape. \n\nTen minutes later an indeed tall rather skinny buck in his early 20s, completely naked except for a pair of green army issue underpants was lead into Colonel Porters tent by two felines soldiers. Myles stood behind a small folding table with a map and his helmet sitting on top. The two felines pushed the young buck into the tent than turned and stepped just outside their backs turned tails still slowly swinging left to right the tips slightly twitching. \n\nThe young buck rubbed his arms where the cats had held him and stepped forward and looked Myles up and down. “ I won’t give you anything, My Name is Scott, Rank is Sergeant first class, my serial number is 4762-A7-6!” \n\nMyles nodded and reached towards one of his two pistols, the buck went a little wide eyed and stepped back a step. Myles reached into a pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Shock out one from the pack and placed it between his black lips and took a match from a pocket on one of his sleeves. Myles never let his brown eyes leave the young bucks eyes, he flicked the match head with a thumb claw and lit the Mr Fizzy Pop brand cigarettes “ Cherry favor” a blew out a steam of blue smoke. \n\nThe buck looked away unsure of what this domestic dog was going to do. Myles took another drag before he picked up the pack and held it out “ Smoke, sergeant ?”\n\nScott looked at the pack and licked his lips but didn’t dare move. Myles pulled another cig from the pack lit it from his own and held it out. “ Here take it… TAKE it!” Scott took two cautious steps closer and reached out and took the cigarette and quickly took a couple deep long drags before the he blew the smoke out his nostrils. \n\nMyles flicked some ash off the end of his cigarette and looked the nearly naked deer up and down, .not much meat on the bones, but he figured he was probably fast, probably why they made him a scout. \n\nMyles dropped his mostly smoked cigarette and smashed it out with a quick stomp of his right paw. “Alright Scott, sergeant first class serial number I don’t care. My name is Colonel Porter of the 4th IUS Army armored division, as you may or may not know you are not considered a POW since this is an internal issue. “ \n\nThe young bucks dropped his half smoked cigarette and took several steps closer which caused Myles, more out of surprise than threat to take half a step back. “Wait you are Colonel formerly Major Porter, Myles Porter?” \n\nMyles gritted his teeth and tapped a claw on the table top. “ We are not on a first name bases here, I highly recommend you keep it to Sir or I will allow Colonel Porter!” \n\nThe young buck had the gull to point right at Myles chest “ You … you are the butcher of Council Bluffs, the Hell hound demon himself, the cold blooded murderer of the young, old, weak sick and defenseless! You sick cold hearted bastard and and you’re a fucking border collie!? Insane … I … I hope you burn in hell you sick price of dogshit!” \n\nHe took a step as if to dive across the table, just as soon as he moved. Myles had already pulled one of his IUS Post office 1911 pistols and had it pointed right between Scott’s eyes. \n\nMyles held the pistol out, his paw with his white hand fur and black claws didn’t shake even a millimeter. “ Enough, I know what your kind calls me and I know where I’m going and I surely hope it’s hot as hell there!” \n\nThe moment the buck referred to flashed through Myles mind in an instant for the millionth time. \n\n7 years earlier: \n \nMajor Porter walked between three Main battle tanks that faced a small court yard and 25 soldiers that held assault rifles, pointed at several hundred captured herbivore civilians. Many of the civilians were school age, a good portion, still having not lost their spots. \n\nMixed in with the young fawns were older does, ewes a few injured bucks and rams. Some of the fawns and does cried openly, some cried softly to themselves, some prayed to whatever God or gods they believed in. Some of the older does and ewes tried to comfort the youngest of the fawns and lambs. They held them close and shielding them with their own bodies. Even if knew that it would do little if any good. \n\nMajor Porter gritted his teeth, his eyes were cold and uncaring as he paced back and forth between the soldiers and the tree tanks. The soldiers stared ahead only occasionally shifting their weight from paw to paw. Their uniforms hung loosely off their frames, like they all had been issued clothing three sizes too large. \n\nA young domestic feline anthro ran into the back entrance of the courtyard and made a beeline towards the Major. The feline quickly handed the Border collie a folded sheet of paper. The Major quickly opened it read the two words then crushed the paper in his right paw. \n\nMajor Porter, stiffly stood behind the 25 soldiers, cleared his throat, took a deep breath and gave the order. “ READY!!” all 25 soldiers raised their rifles to their shoulders along with the three gunners behind the machine guns on the tank’s turrets. “ AIM!!” the safeties were switched to three round burst. \n\nMyles paused his right hand shock, he licked his dry lips “FIRE!!” The noise in the semi inclosed courtyard of the community center was deafening. The unarmed kneeling, mostly doe, fawns and lambs were gunned down without mercy. Most being hit in the back multiple times or in the neck or head. All flapped forward in an ever growing pool of blood. \n\nAfter what seemed like an eternity the firing stopped, the only thing that made a sound was the ringing in Myles and the other soldiers ears. Hundreds of unarmed civilians laid dead or dying. \n\nAfter several long moments one lone fawn jumped up and ran, the line of soldiers just watched the blood covered fawn dart for the gate. None of them moved to reload or even turn away from the horror in front of them. \n\nMyles glanced at the soldiers then the fawn before he calmly pulled one of his pistols, turned, aimed and fired a single shot. At 40 yards the young fawn no older than 10 dropped dead with a shot to the back of the head. \n\nPresent day\n\nThe Colonel tapped the barrel of the pistol on the table top the young buck just glared with pure hatred. “ You are pretty young, where were you before this all started ?” \n\nThe buck just glared before he reached up to his left ear, tilted his head and held his ear open to show a number tattooed inside his inner ear. Myles nodded his understanding of the marking from one of the meat farms. \n\nScott licked his lips and almost spits the words. “Do evil fucks like you and your kind ever even consider that you deserve to starve? That maybe this world would be a better place if you went the way of the dinosaurs or humans?” \n\nMyles smiled without warmth or humor “You know what I did before the war?”\n\nScott shrugged “ Killed fawns and raped those that you consider less than you?”\n\nMyles winced a little from that one but shook his head no. “I worked on tractors of all things, all kinds front loaders, back loaders, combines. It’s why they made me an officer, guess they figured if I could keep a front loader going a tank wasn’t too different”\n\n“Most of my customers were herbivores, I had no ill will towards them nor did they towards me best I could tell.”\n\nScott smirked “They were probably afraid to go anywhere else… I just figured you’d be taller.” \n\nMyles ignored the jab, mostly he just spoke for himself to keep the memory alive. “We were neighbors and citizens together, was it perfect, hell no I know it wasn’t. I just say it worked, we built a country together from coast to coast. Your kind numbers were always 300 to 1 to us more 400 to 1!” \n\n“ 3000 or more years of civilization, herbivores omnivores predators as some say we had our battles. Not until what 13 no 14 years ago did your people as a whole say. No all of you predators can starve less we lose a small minority of our people. So you can me a murderer or war criminal all you want!”\n\nScott glared right back at Myles. “Easy for you to say who lives who dies so you can get fat and live comfortably in the cites. Your people don’t get born into camps, knowing from the moment they’re born are destined to die so they can be eaten by someone else. \n\n“And trust me when I say it’s of little comfort knowing it’s only a small portion of your family or friends. Especially when it’s you or one of your brothers or sisters or parents that is on the menu!!”\n\n“Then we are told we can’t have rights weapons or representation… why because the predators have always had all the power. The power of government, the power of industry, the power of life and death. Now you might kill me today but I die knowing that dogs like you, predators like you are losing this war, LOSING YOUR POWER OF LIFE OR DEATH!” \n\nMyles looked down at the map on the table before he looked back up at the sneering buck, if one can sneer without upper teeth. \n\nScott took a step closer “ Yes I know you’ll probably eat me tonight or sooner that’s fine I’ve accepted my fate, I was born knowing I’d be eaten. But I get to go into the next word knowing that the rule of the flesh eaters is OVER. We control the grass munchers as you call us, the meat sacks control all the plains states from the north to the south. You predators can’t even cross the country anymore… can you, because it’s not your country anymore!”\n\nMyles voice got very low and very cold “ I nor my kind started this war and the longer it goes on the more predators AND herbivore will die. And the longer that goes on the more my previous life lots of people lives will seem like a distant half forgotten dreams.” \n\n“ As for us losing this war… you maybe right, you might just get your wish in the long run. I’ll just say this before you wish us all dead and buried. The most dangerous predators are the ones backed into a corner with nothing left to lose.” \n\nThe buck in nothing more than a green pair of underwater stood tall and proud. “ Today you can kill me, just like you said yourself. We outnumber you hundreds to one, one of my brothers or sisters will pick up where I left off. We have been fighting over this small city of Toledo for several years now.” \n\n“ Now you are retreating yet again with less troops than you started with while we still hold our land OUR city.” \n\n“So do your worst I know my family, my friends my fellow brothers in arms will continue to push you further east as your kind starves. I just hope you … you butcher you get caught before that happens. \n\nMyles glared back “ Skinned alive I assume?” \n\nScott crossed his arms and spit in Myles direction “it’s the least you deserve!” \n\nMyles pointed his pistol at the bucks head “ Very well, consider this a mercy that your kind wouldn’t offer to myself or any of my soldiers under my command.” \n\nThe buck held up a hand and shake his head no. “ Keep your mercy and keep the bullet for yourself, you’ll need it soon enough!” \n\n\nMyles gritted his teeth than nodded, he barked just once and the two felines turned and grabbed the buck. \n\n“Introduce our brave new friend to the dragons and tell them to make it fast. We are rolling out in 2 hours!” The Colonel got two “ YES SIR” from the felines and a look that could ignite draft wood from the buck as he was dragged away. \n\nThe two feline soldiers held Scott by either arm and dragged him towards his fate. He tried to prepare himself for the end that he knew would come sooner or later even if he had hopped he would be one of the lucky few that didn’t end up on the menu. His breath caught as a tall Doberman stepped in front of the three. The feline to Scott’s right hissed “ Not now Roxy, orders from the Colonel, this one’s for the dragon!” \n\nThe tall Doberman was dressed in the same uniform as the felines and the murderous dog. Just with the exception that the middle part of her uniform was cut off, exposing her flat lower stomach and two rows of nipples. She gave the felines a toothy smile that scared the hell out of Scott but must’ve meant something else to the felines. \n\nRoxy with her strong long legs and lean figure and pointy ears brushed against the cat to Scott’s right and whispered. “ Even the big bad Colonel won’t mind if I just take a little itty-bitty taste now will he?” \n\nThe feline to Scott’s right, just shook his head and relented “ Make it fast, Roxy and you owe me and Robertson” motioning to the feline on the left. \n\nThe two felines grabbed Scott’s arms even tighter as the tall vicious canine kneeled down in front of Scott and pulled down his green underwear, exposing his white fur covered sheath and nutsack. \n\nScott tried to pull or twist away knowing he was about to have his nuts, cock or both eaten. But the felines easily overpowered him in his exhausted, state. He gritted his teeth as her muzzle moved closer to his sheath and nutsack. The tall bitch ran a paw over his nuts, lifted them as if to feel the weight and even surprisingly gently gave them a squeeze. \n\nScott braced himself for the unimaginable pain of having his genitals torn off and than eaten. His breath caught as he felt her sniff the base of his sheath. At first her nose just felt cold on his sheath. \n\nThen as his sheath was pulled back, he felt the warmth of her breath on his long thin cock. Roxy’s smooth tongue ran expertly across and down his dick. He clenched his eyes closed and tried to prepared himself for the feeling of sharp teeth biting down at any moment. \n\nAfter several long moments, it didn’t come, Scott cautiously cracked open one eye and looked down. The bitch seemed to be enjoying, just sucking his long dick while she gently rolled his right testicle between two paw pads. Which despite his fear, no his terror, his pink 10 inch cock was hard as it disappeared into the predators warm seemly soft mouth.\n\nScott tried to ignore the other predators that stopped and watched as his long pink cock was sucked by what he assumed was the company’s pleasure bitch. Scott jumped slightly as Roxy’s surprisingly soft paw pads gently squeezed his scrotum and alternately fondled each nut. He only felt a slight pressure as Roxy expertly slipped a smooth finger up his white tight asshole and massaged his prostate. After just a few minutes, Scott flicked his tail, arched his back as he came deep in the predators maw. The Doberman bitch licked and sucked every last drop of his warm sweet herbivore cum before she gave his shaft, one last lick and stroke than stood up muzzle to muzzle with him. \n\nScott panted and tried to catch his breath, Roxy leaned in close and licked his left cheek. “ You’re cute… don’t get to suck you guys off much… your cum tastes so much nicer than these twos, thanks for the snack big boy.”\n\nRoxy gave him another lick on the cheek, a quick squeeze to his nuts and turned and walked away, her little nub of a tail wagged as she went, all before Scott could even think of how to respond. \n\nOne of the felines had the decency to pull up Scott’s underwear as they continued walking. Scott turned to the larger of the two felines that was on his right. “What … was umm?”\n\nThe feline shrugged “ Roxy, she has a thing for you grass munchers, just don’t you worry Little John will give you a whole another level or oral.” The feline chuckled to himself. \n\nBefore Scott could think too much about that or question who in the hell was Little John. He saw it … not him, it! His blood ran cold and he dug his hooves into the dirt. He immediately regretted his earlier comment about the dinosaurs. He had assumed the murderous sheepdog had referred to a unit name or nickname. Now he realized the evil bastard was being quite literal, a true real life dragon sat right in front of him. \n\nScott tried to break free of the two feline predators and managed to yank his left arm from the left cats grasp. The one is right held on and worse yet yelled out. “ HEY Little John you did good, the Colonel has sent you some food, EAT UP!” \n\nThe huge Komodo dragon looked over and moved with surprising speed for such a huge cold-blooded lizard. The cat to Scott’s right yank his right arm, which pulled him off balance which caused him to trip over his own hooves. Scott hit the dusty ground and started to get to his hooves when an immense pain shoot through his left lower thigh! He felt himself being lifted high into the air and then thrown sideways. \n\nThe razor sharp, stinging pain shot up his left leg and exploded in his brain at the same time he heard bones and tendon crack and break. Just before he was slammed back into the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of him and maybe even break his back. \n\nScott looked down at his shattered lower left leg, his left hoof hung off at a impossible angle only held on by a bit of fur skin and few tendons. The pain was too intense for him, even to scream! Yet he took a deep breath to give it a try just when he looked up he saw the maw of the dragon descending on him. He had just enough time to let out a little squeak and put up his right arm. Which was simply swallowed first for his troubles. \n\nHe felt himself lifted off the ground again by his right arm, head and upper torso and slammed down again, the bones in his shattered left leg, completely ripped free of muscle and tendon with a gosh of blood. \n\nScott was helpless to do anything as his right arm, head, face neck and his upper torso sled deep inside the dragons maw and throat. He tried through the intense pain to use his left arm and hand to keep himself from slinging further into the predators gullet. \n\nLittle John shook the prey in his mouth left and right, then used one of his large clawed hands to rip the small bit of fabric off the meal. Lillie John tried to swallow his prey but it continued to wiggle around, he shook it some more. Than not wanting to spit it out and try again, he bit down and injected more venom than drug his sharp claws across the prey soft tender juicy hind. \n\nScott screamed inside the dragons mouth as the huge dragon claws tore through fur skin muscle right to the bone. Then dragged across his lower abdomen which spilled his lower intestines and ripped open his nutsack his left testicle left just hanging from its cord. Scott merciful passed out from the pain and blood lose. His limp body slide deep in the dragons maw where no air or light could penetrate. \n\nLittle John lifted his head and let the juicy tasty meal slip deeper into his stomach, he enjoyed the taste of the blood and spilled juices from the torn guts. Just as he was about to finish the doggie with the pointy ears waved at him. Little John as they called him like her. She smelled nice, sweet and clean, he would like to eat her but she gave him the feel goods in other ways so he wouldn’t eat her at least not now. Maybe if she stopped moving and started not to smell so good he might eat her but not now. \n\nRoxy pointed at the hind legs, tail and torn nut that were all that remained hanging out of little John’s maw. “ Hey Big boy, I know this is your first meal in a few weeks, you mind if I grab just a little bit for little old me?” \n\nLittle John tilted his head the legs of the limp deer still sticking out, not understanding what she meant but maybe she wanted a bite? He lowered his head to her level, Roxy clapped her hands with excitement. \n\nRoxy quickly grabbed the poor cute buck’s left testicle that hung loose and exposed. It still felt super warm almost hot and like a like little bag full of jelly. She pulled cord as far out as it would stretch than used her teeth to cut it loose. A splash of rich dark blood splattered across her face which she quickly licked off. \n\nRoxy patted Little John on the nose, gave the tip of his nose a lick and walked away with her prize, as the last of the bucks legs and hooves disappeared down the Little John’s gullet. \n\nMyles sat on ammo box and drank from a small silver flask as the last of the camp was packed up and replayed the events from all those years ago in his head probably the millionth time… \n\n7 years earlier: 2 hours before the massacre of Council Bluffs\n\nMajor Porter yelled into the telephone style radio receiver “ NO YOU LISTEN TO ME YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!””\n\n…\n\n“I AM THE COMMANDING OFFICER Colonel FORTHRIGHT WAS SKINNED ALIVE A WEEK AGO!” \n\n… \n\n“ DO I SOUND LIKE I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT A PROMOTION … FOOD we nee”\n\n… \n\n“DONT YOU DARE CUT ME OFF… I WILL DRIVE A TANK RIGHT UP YOUR … HELLO HELLO RADIO CHECK HELLO!?!?”\n\n“ FUCCCCCCCCK GODS DAMNIT!!!” Myles slammed the radio receiver down and the desk top multiple times, then threw it across the room. It recoiled off of its long cord. He took all the papers and maps and pushed them onto the floor, then flipped the whole desk over before he screamed “ GODS DAMNIT!!!!!” \n\nMyles pulled his right cheek fur until it hurt than caught his breath. He took several deep breaths and composed himself and calmly walked across the ruined hotel room and opened the door. “ Gentle canines please come in” and stood back as the ranking officers and surviving commanding officers of the different units filed into the room. Myles closed the door and walked back across the room and looked out the window of the half ruined Travelodge. \n\n\n\nHe didn’t face the other officers he couldn’t face them he just looked out the window at the cracked asphalt. “The food isn’t coming” the room figuratively exploded in shouts and barks and yelling. Myles listened to it all for several minutes before held up a white paw. “I’ve told them, repeatedly and in the strongest language possible. I’m pretty sure I’m either up for a promotion or execution for the language I’ve used.” \n\nOne of the Captains stepped forward a brown bear with a northeastern accent. “ Myles … Sir Major, the troops haven’t eaten in two weeks or more. Most can barely stand much less stand watch. In my company alone we’ve already lost half a dozen to either starvation or desertion. I can ask them to fight, order them to die if necessary, tell then it’s for the greater good. Sir with all due respect, I’m not sure if we can ask them to starve to death.”\n\nMyles looked over his shoulder “ You speaking of mutiny?”\n\nThe brown bear shook his head no “ Sir if the troops were going to mutiny, I think that would’ve already happened. I cannot guarantee we can keep control if we don’t get them fed soon rather than later. Many have already spoken of eating a bullet just to relieve their hunger.” \n\nMyles looked across the different first Lieutenant‘s second Lieutenant’s Captains \n they all shock their heads in agreement. \n\nMyles sat on the windowsill and looked at the floor for several long moments then looked at the dozen or so faces looking back at him. \n\nMyles stood and faced them, “Our orders from command are, we are to kill the enemies of our nation, than we eat said enemies!”\n\nA German Shepherd Second Lieutenant raised his hand “Sir you told them they retreated before we got here and didn’t leave so much as a bean to eat?” \n\nMyles nodded “ I did… your orders from this canine are as follows!” \n\n“1 go back to your commands and assure all troops we will have fresh meat tonight. They are to hold out just a little longer.” Everyone nodded with a few “ Yes Sirs” \n\n“2 After you are to find me let’s say 25 of the most stone cold, hard noised unflinching bastards that can hold a rifle. I Don’t care if they’re the fucking company Clerk or cook or your best shooter. Have them meet me here in 90 minutes!” Another “Yes SIR” a bit more enthusiastic this time.\n\n“ 3 get me another radio, one that will transmit in the open no signal jamming I want those fucking herbivores to hear it… understood ?!”\n\n“ YES SIR!” \n\n… \n\n2 hours later: Myles opened the note from the radio operator a reply from his message to the herbivores. To surrender their dead dying and injured or the 350 captured civilians of their kind in Council Bluffs would pay the price. The reply was simple and straightforward and read as just two words “ Surrender… Nuts” \n\n…\n\n…\n\nMyles fired the last shot, the young fawn dropped… dead before she hit the ground. \n\nHe closed his eyes, let the pistol drop to his side, he dropped his head, his tail hung motionless between his legs. \n\nAfter a few long moments Second Lieutenant Ridgewell put a paw on his shoulder. Myles opened his eyes and just stared at his foot/paws for a few more long moments before his spoke very softly barely audible over the ringing and everyone’s ears. Which forced everyone to lean in towards him to hear. \n\n“ Get the cooks in here, those in the worst shape eat first but… but make sure it’s not taken by the larger predators. Any one caught steeling or hoarding food is to be shot!” \n\nMyles sighed which almost turned into a sob “ Waste nothing, not a scrap not a bone or hoof goes to waste.” \n\n… \n\nPresent day: Myles climbed up over the tracks and onto the turret of his command tank and lowered himself into the command seat on the left side of the turret. He looked at the two pictures he had taped to the coaming of the hatch. A picture of his wife in high school and another a few years later dated 1977 with himself his wife their 6 young pups all standing in front of the newly opened supply shop. He held two paw pads to the picture than put on his helmet plugged in his headset and slapped the top of the turret twice. Then clicked his mike “Move out, traverse turret to the rear.” A moment later, the tank started to roll, the last in the column. \n\nMyles watched as the world seemed to turn around him as the tank moved forward while the turret pivoted to face backwards. \n\n\n\nHundreds of miles to the east, long after the sun had set a large hanger door slowly rolled open. A large black arrow shaped aircraft rolled nearly silently out of the hanger, with a deadly cargo hidden inside. No lights were on only dark shapes with long tails and glowing eyes, stood around the perimeter weapons at the ready. The B2 bomber slowly taxied without running lights, taxi lights or fan fair. It rolled on to the dark runway and turned into the wind. A few moments later, the runway lights lit up just as the bombers four powerful general electric turbo fan engines came up to full power. \n\nAs soon as the aircraft was off the ground runway lights blinked out again… the dark shape disappeared into the clouds, heading west. \n\nArt by my good friend and amazingly talented artist https://inkbunny.net/bladapacha\n\nIf you have enjoyed the art or story, all I ask, is that you leave a comment below. These comments are always greatly appreciated and the best encouragement for me to continue to commission art like this and continue writing.\n\nIf you are so inclined, do you believe that Myles deserved his reputation and dubious title ? ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Myles a 30-year-old border collie jumped  down the last rung of the ladder off the combine and brushed his paws off on his dusty blue denim overalls. Before he turned to the whitetail buck farmer with the most twisted and tangled antlers he’d ever seen. They looked  like they twisted together and around and back in on each other like a bowl full of spaghetti.

“I say that about does it umm Mr Mr, sorry umm” not able to remember the bucks name for some reason. He continued “turns out it was just a bad throttle cable. Easy fix, should be good to go now, don’t image it will give you anymore trouble.”

Myles took off his tool belt and dropped it in the front seat of his old dusty Chevy work truck with the name of his shop on the side. “Myles tractor repair and parts: where we go the extra mile for our farmers” Myles noticed that the farmer hadn’t replied and looked over, the buck with the twisted tangled the antlers faced away from him and seemed to be looking at something far off in the distance.

Myles took a few steps  towards the farmer looked across the barren dry cracked field, that looks like nothing had ever grown  there or ever would. Myles looked at dark tall storm clouds that gathered just over the horizon. His tail fell flat and his ears dropped , he turned to the buck again.

“ Umm looks like it’s goona be a blow that’s for sure, not my place to tell ya your business but I’d finish your combining before that blows in.”  

The farmer turned to Myles  and put a hand to his ear, as if he couldn’t hear. Myles started to repeat himself but a damn cranking and grinding noise drowned out his words. Myles turned to find out what in the heavens was making so much noise…

Myles opened his eyes as he laid on his cot he blinded a few times and looked  over as a main battle tank rolled by, it’s tracks clanking and grinding as it went.

Myles squinted and rubbed his eyes before his checked his watch. He had got a few hours of sleep which was better than nothing, which is what he normally got. He sat up on the cot and yawned then grabbed his body amour that he had laid over himself like a blanket and put it over his head. He stood up, gave himself a little shake before he secured the side straps.

Myles adjusted the body armor plates to where they sat in the most comfortable position possible. Than quickly checked his front, no leftover food or awful was across his front, his rank was in place along with his name tape, M. Porter.

Myles looked out the open flap of his command tent as soldiers packed up tanks and supply trucks in preparation for the move. After just a few moments Captain Ridgewell a 30yo German Shepherd, jogged over before he stopped in front of Myles. “Morning Colonel you sleep well?”

Myles or Colonel Porter or just Sir as most everyone except close friends called him nowadays nodded. “ About as well as I ever do, what’s our status?”

Captain Ridgewell or Mitch, flipped through a few pages on a clipboard before he replied. “The engineer and supply battalions besides a few stragglers we have here breaking down camp are at the new FOB.”

Myles nodded along.  

“ The artillery battalion is already in their new position and are providing cover for our current position and withdraw to the new FOB.”

Myles held up a finger “the 105 or 155?”

Captain Ridgewell looked at his clipboard again  “ 155 are in battery position locked cocked ready to rock, 105 will be before the move.”

Myles nodded again “ Coffee?”

The German Shepherd shook his head “Sorry Sir, best I can do is instant and cold.”

Myles sighed “ Continue”

“ The light cavalry battalion along with all but one of the dragons are reconning the new operations area and this you’ll love.”

Myles ran his tongue across his upper K9s, they felt gritty then cocked an eyebrow at his XO. “Cap you know damn well and good,  I don’t love nothin,  ever have never will, maybe other than the stars and stripes and or victory seeing out great nation whole again.”

Captain Ridgewell nodded “ Yes Sir, understood sir,  very inspirational Colonel. I strive to be half the canine you are on a bad day. Even if I can’t hope to achieve such a high standard of excellence.”

Myles made a cutting motion across his neck. “ Yea yeah your ass-kissing is top notch as always. Now what am I going to love?”

The Captain tried to hid a chuckle by clearing his throat. “We got ourself a scout, one of their scouts that is. Tall skinny antlerless buck, got him just a few clicks from here.”

Myles just shrugged “ And… ice the meat and get it to the new FOB ASAP?” The captain held up a finger and shock his head.

“ Sorry sir I mean, we got a live one here.”

Myles tilted his head “ Took him alive, how in the blue blazes hell did they manage that ?”

The captain just shrugged “ Just that good I guess, you want to talk to him or should I just have him shot and processed?”

Myles thought for a few moments, looked at the tanks, trucks and APCs still being loaded. “Looks  like we have time before the move, bring him over.” Ridgewell turned to leave before the Myles stopped him. “ Wait how do I look ?”

Ridgewell looked the Colonel up and down “ You look fine Sir” Myles looked down his muzzle at the Cap. Ridgewell  held up a paw than dropped it, “ You look like you haven’t slept in a month, used a drainage ditch to bathe in if ever and need a flea dip… same as always.”

Myles squinted “ I meant was my uniform straight … Captain.”

Ridgewell nodded “ Ah of course sir, inspection ready,  like I said a true inspiration to all the canines and felines in the brigade” and quickly made his escape.

Ten minutes later an indeed tall rather skinny buck in his early 20s, completely naked except for a pair of green army issue underpants was lead into Colonel Porters tent by two felines soldiers. Myles stood behind a small folding table with a map  and his helmet sitting on top. The two felines  pushed the young buck into the tent than turned and stepped just outside their backs  turned tails still slowly swinging left to right the tips slightly twitching.

The young buck rubbed his arms where the cats had held him  and stepped forward and looked Myles up and down. “ I won’t give you anything, My Name is Scott, Rank is Sergeant first class, my serial number is 4762-A7-6!”

Myles nodded and reached towards one of his two pistols, the buck went a little wide eyed and stepped back a step. Myles reached into a pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Shock out one from the pack and placed it  between his black lips and took a match from a pocket on one of his sleeves. Myles never let his brown eyes leave the young bucks eyes, he flicked the match head with a thumb claw and lit the Mr Fizzy Pop brand cigarettes “ Cherry favor” a blew out a steam of  blue smoke.

The buck looked away unsure of what this domestic dog was going to do. Myles took another drag before he picked up the pack and held it out “ Smoke, sergeant ?”

Scott looked at the pack and licked his lips but didn’t dare move. Myles pulled another cig from the pack lit it from his own and held it out. “ Here take it… TAKE it!” Scott took two cautious steps closer and reached out and took the cigarette and quickly took a couple deep long drags before the he blew the smoke out his nostrils.

Myles flicked some ash off the end of his cigarette and looked the nearly naked deer up and down, .not much meat on the bones, but he figured he was probably fast, probably why they made him a scout.

Myles dropped his mostly smoked cigarette and smashed it out with a quick stomp of his right paw. “Alright Scott, sergeant first class serial number  I don’t care. My name is Colonel Porter of the 4th IUS Army armored division, as you may or may not know you are not considered a POW since this is an internal issue. “

The young bucks dropped his half smoked cigarette and took several steps closer which caused Myles,  more out of surprise than threat to take half a step back. “Wait you are Colonel formerly Major Porter, Myles Porter?”

Myles gritted his teeth and tapped a claw on the table top. “ We are not on a first name bases here, I highly recommend you keep it to Sir or I will allow Colonel Porter!”

The young buck had  the gull to point right at Myles  chest “ You … you are the butcher of Council Bluffs, the Hell hound demon himself, the cold blooded murderer of the young, old, weak sick and defenseless! You sick cold hearted bastard and and you’re a fucking border collie!? Insane … I … I hope you burn in hell you sick price of dogshit!”

He took a step as if to dive across the table, just as soon as he moved. Myles had already pulled one of his IUS Post office 1911 pistols and had it pointed right between Scott’s eyes.

Myles held the pistol out, his paw with his white hand fur and black claws didn’t shake even a millimeter. “ Enough, I know what your kind calls me and I know where I’m going and I surely hope it’s hot as hell there!”

The moment the buck referred to flashed  through Myles mind in an instant for the millionth time.

7 years earlier:
  
Major Porter walked between three Main battle tanks that faced a small court yard and 25 soldiers that held assault rifles, pointed at several hundred captured herbivore civilians. Many of the  civilians were school age, a good portion, still having not lost their spots.

Mixed in with the young fawns were older does, ewes a few injured bucks and rams. Some of the fawns and does cried openly,  some cried softly to themselves, some prayed to whatever God or gods  they believed in. Some of the older does and ewes tried to comfort the youngest of the fawns and lambs. They held them close and shielding them with their own bodies. Even if knew that it would do little if any good.

Major Porter gritted his teeth, his eyes were cold and uncaring as he paced back and forth between the soldiers and the tree tanks. The soldiers stared ahead only occasionally shifting their weight from paw to paw. Their uniforms hung loosely off their frames, like they all had been issued clothing three sizes too large.

A young domestic feline anthro ran into the back entrance of the courtyard and made a beeline towards the Major. The feline quickly handed the Border collie a folded  sheet of paper. The Major quickly opened it read the two words then crushed the paper in his right paw.

Major Porter, stiffly stood  behind the 25 soldiers, cleared his throat,  took a deep breath and gave the order. “ READY!!” all 25 soldiers raised their rifles to their shoulders along with the three gunners behind the machine guns on the tank’s turrets. “ AIM!!” the safeties were switched to three round burst.

Myles paused his right hand shock, he licked his dry lips “FIRE!!” The noise in the semi inclosed courtyard  of the community center was deafening. The unarmed kneeling, mostly  doe, fawns and lambs were gunned down without mercy. Most  being hit in the back multiple times or in the neck or head. All flapped  forward in an ever growing pool of blood.

After what seemed  like an eternity the firing stopped, the only thing that made a sound was the ringing in Myles and the other soldiers ears. Hundreds of unarmed civilians laid dead or dying.

After several long moments one lone fawn jumped up and ran,  the line of soldiers just watched the blood covered fawn dart for the gate. None of them moved to reload or even turn away from the horror in front of them.

Myles glanced at the soldiers then the fawn before he calmly pulled one of his pistols, turned, aimed and fired a single shot. At 40 yards the young fawn no older than 10 dropped dead with a shot to the back of the head.

Present day

The Colonel tapped  the barrel of the pistol on the table top the young buck just glared with pure hatred. “ You are pretty young, where were you before this all started ?”

The buck just glared before he reached up to his left ear, tilted his head and held his ear open to show a number tattooed inside his inner ear. Myles nodded his understanding of the marking from one of the meat farms.

Scott licked his lips and almost spits the words. “Do evil fucks like you and your kind ever even consider that you deserve to starve? That maybe this world would be a better place if you went the way of the dinosaurs or humans?”

Myles smiled without warmth or humor “You know what I did before the war?”

Scott shrugged “ Killed fawns and raped those that you consider less than you?”

Myles winced a little from that one but shook his head no. “I worked on tractors of all things, all kinds front loaders,  back loaders,  combines. It’s why they made me an officer, guess they figured if I could keep a front loader going a tank wasn’t too different”

“Most of my customers were herbivores, I had no ill will towards them nor did they towards me best I could tell.”

Scott smirked “They were probably afraid to go anywhere else… I just figured you’d be taller.”

Myles ignored the jab, mostly he just spoke for himself to keep the memory alive. “We were neighbors and citizens together, was it perfect, hell no I know it wasn’t. I just say it worked, we built a country together from coast to coast. Your kind numbers were always 300 to 1 to us more 400 to 1!”

“ 3000 or more years of civilization, herbivores omnivores predators as some say we had our battles. Not until what 13 no 14 years ago did your people as a whole say. No all of you predators can starve less we lose a small minority of our people. So you can me a murderer or war criminal all you want!”

Scott glared right back at Myles. “Easy for you to say who lives who dies so you can get fat and live comfortably in the cites. Your people don’t get born into camps, knowing  from the moment they’re born are destined to die so they can be eaten by someone else.

“And trust me when I say it’s of little comfort knowing it’s only a small portion of your family or friends. Especially when it’s you or one of your brothers or sisters or parents that is on the menu!!”

“Then we are told we can’t have rights weapons or representation… why because the predators have always had all the power. The power of government, the  power  of industry, the power of life and death. Now you might kill me today but I die knowing that dogs like you, predators like you are losing this war, LOSING YOUR POWER OF LIFE OR DEATH!”

Myles looked  down at the map on the table before he looked back up at the sneering buck, if one can sneer without upper teeth.

Scott took a step closer  “ Yes I know you’ll probably eat me tonight or sooner that’s fine I’ve accepted my fate, I was born knowing I’d be eaten. But  I get to go into the next word knowing that the rule of the flesh eaters is OVER. We control the grass munchers as you call us, the meat sacks control all the plains states from the north to the south. You predators can’t even cross the country anymore…  can you, because it’s not your country anymore!”

Myles voice got very low and very cold “ I nor my kind started this war and the longer it goes on the more predators AND  herbivore will die. And the longer that goes on the more my previous life lots of people lives will seem like a distant half forgotten dreams.”

“ As for us losing this war… you maybe right, you might just get your wish in the long run. I’ll just say  this before you wish us all dead and buried. The most dangerous predators are the ones backed into a corner with nothing left to lose.”

The buck in nothing more than a green pair of underwater stood tall and proud. “ Today you can kill me, just like you said yourself.  We outnumber you hundreds to one, one of my brothers or sisters will pick up where I left off. We have been fighting over this small city of Toledo for several years now.”

“ Now you are retreating yet again with less troops than you started with while we still hold our land OUR city.”

“So do your worst I know my family,  my friends my fellow brothers in arms will continue to push you further east as your kind starves.  I just hope you … you butcher you get caught before that happens.

Myles glared back “ Skinned alive I assume?”

Scott crossed his arms and spit in Myles direction “it’s the least you deserve!”

Myles pointed his pistol at the bucks head “ Very well, consider this a mercy that your kind wouldn’t offer to myself or any of my soldiers under my command.”

The buck held up a hand and shake his head no. “ Keep your mercy and keep the bullet for yourself, you’ll need it soon enough!”


Myles gritted his teeth than nodded, he barked just once and the two felines turned and grabbed the buck.

“Introduce our brave new friend to the dragons and tell them to make it fast. We are rolling out in 2 hours!” The Colonel got two “ YES SIR” from the felines and a look that could ignite draft wood from the buck as he was dragged away.

The two feline soldiers held Scott by either arm and dragged him towards his fate. He tried  to prepare himself for the end that he knew would come sooner or later even if he had hopped he would be one of the lucky few that didn’t end up on the menu. His breath caught as a tall Doberman stepped in front of the three.  The feline to Scott’s right hissed “ Not now Roxy, orders from the Colonel, this one’s for the dragon!”

The tall Doberman was dressed in the same uniform as the felines and the murderous dog. Just  with the exception that the middle part of her uniform was cut off, exposing her flat lower stomach and two rows of nipples. She gave the felines a toothy smile that scared the hell out of Scott but must’ve meant something else to the felines.

Roxy with her strong long legs and lean figure and pointy ears brushed against the cat to Scott’s right and whispered. “ Even the big bad Colonel won’t mind if I just take a little itty-bitty taste now will he?”

The feline to Scott’s right, just shook his head and relented “ Make it fast, Roxy and you owe me and Robertson” motioning to the feline on the left.

The two felines grabbed Scott’s arms even tighter as the tall vicious canine kneeled down in front of Scott and pulled down his green underwear, exposing his white fur covered sheath and nutsack.

Scott tried to pull or twist away  knowing he was about to have his nuts, cock or both eaten. But the  felines easily overpowered him in his exhausted, state. He gritted his teeth as her muzzle moved closer to his sheath and nutsack. The tall bitch ran a paw over his nuts, lifted them as if to feel the weight and even surprisingly gently gave them a squeeze.

Scott braced himself for the unimaginable pain of having his genitals torn off and than eaten. His breath caught as he felt her sniff the base of his sheath. At first her nose just felt cold on his sheath.

Then as his sheath was pulled back, he felt the warmth of her breath on his long thin cock. Roxy’s smooth tongue  ran expertly across and down his dick. He clenched his eyes closed and tried to prepared himself for the feeling of sharp teeth biting down at any moment.

After several long moments, it didn’t come, Scott cautiously cracked open one eye and looked down. The bitch seemed  to be enjoying, just sucking his long dick while she gently rolled his right testicle between two paw pads. Which despite his fear, no his terror, his pink 10 inch cock was hard  as it disappeared into the predators warm seemly soft mouth.

Scott tried to ignore the other predators that stopped and watched as his long pink cock was sucked by what he assumed was the company’s pleasure bitch. Scott jumped slightly as Roxy’s  surprisingly soft paw pads gently squeezed his scrotum and alternately fondled each nut. He only felt a slight pressure as Roxy expertly slipped a smooth finger up his white tight asshole and massaged his prostate. After just a few minutes, Scott flicked his tail, arched his back as he came deep in the predators maw. The Doberman bitch licked and sucked every last drop of his warm sweet herbivore cum before she gave his shaft, one last lick and stroke than stood up muzzle to muzzle with him.

Scott panted and  tried to catch his breath, Roxy leaned in close and licked his left cheek. “ You’re cute… don’t get to suck you guys off much… your cum tastes so much nicer than these twos, thanks for the snack big boy.”

Roxy gave him another lick on the cheek, a quick squeeze to his nuts and turned and walked away,  her little nub of a tail wagged  as she went, all  before Scott could even think of how to respond.

One of the felines had  the decency to pull up Scott’s underwear as they continued walking. Scott turned to the larger of the two felines that was on his right. “What … was umm?”

The feline shrugged “ Roxy, she has a thing for you grass munchers,  just don’t you worry Little John will give you a whole another level or oral.” The feline chuckled  to himself.

Before Scott could think too much about that or question who in the hell was Little John. He saw it … not him, it! His blood ran cold and he dug his hooves into the dirt. He immediately regretted his earlier comment about the dinosaurs. He had assumed the murderous sheepdog had referred to a unit name or nickname. Now he realized the evil bastard was being quite literal, a true real life dragon sat right in front of him.

Scott tried to break free of the two feline  predators and managed to yank his left  arm from the left cats grasp. The one is right held on and worse yet yelled out. “ HEY Little John you did good, the Colonel has sent you some food, EAT UP!”

The huge Komodo dragon looked over and moved with surprising speed for such a huge cold-blooded lizard. The cat to Scott’s right yank his right arm, which pulled him off balance which caused him to trip over his own hooves. Scott hit the dusty ground and started to get to his hooves when an immense pain shoot through his left lower thigh! He felt himself being lifted high into the air and then thrown sideways.

The razor sharp, stinging pain shot up his left leg and exploded in his brain at the same time he heard bones and tendon crack and break.  Just before he was slammed back into the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of him and maybe even break his back.

Scott looked down at his shattered lower left leg, his left hoof hung off at a impossible angle only held on by a bit of fur skin and few tendons. The  pain was too intense for him, even to scream! Yet he took a deep breath to give it a try just when he looked up he saw the maw of the dragon descending on him. He had just enough time to let out a little squeak and put up his right arm. Which was simply swallowed first for his troubles.

He felt himself lifted off the ground again  by his right arm, head and upper torso and slammed down again,  the bones in his shattered left leg, completely ripped free of muscle and tendon with a gosh of blood.  

Scott was helpless to do anything as his right arm, head, face neck and his upper torso sled deep inside the dragons maw and throat. He tried through the intense pain to use his left arm and hand to keep himself from slinging further into the predators gullet.  

Little John shook the prey in his mouth left and right,  then used one of his large clawed hands to rip the small bit of fabric off the meal. Lillie John tried to swallow his prey but it continued to wiggle around,  he shook it some more. Than not wanting to spit it out and try again,  he bit down and injected more venom than drug his sharp claws across the prey soft tender juicy hind.

Scott screamed inside the dragons mouth as the huge dragon claws tore through fur skin muscle right to the bone. Then dragged across his lower abdomen which spilled his lower intestines and ripped open his nutsack his left testicle left just hanging from its cord. Scott merciful passed out from the pain and blood lose. His  limp body slide deep in the dragons maw where no air or light could penetrate.

Little John lifted his head and let the juicy tasty meal slip deeper into his stomach, he enjoyed  the taste of the blood and spilled juices from the torn guts. Just as he was about to finish  the doggie with the pointy ears waved at him. Little John as they called him like her. She smelled nice, sweet and clean, he would like to eat her but she gave him the feel goods in other ways so he wouldn’t eat her at least not now. Maybe if she stopped moving and started not to smell so good he might eat her but not now.

Roxy pointed at the hind legs, tail and torn nut that were all that remained hanging out of little John’s maw. “ Hey Big boy, I know this is your first meal in a few weeks,  you mind if I grab just a little bit for little  old me?”

Little John tilted his head the legs of the limp deer still sticking out, not understanding what she meant but maybe she wanted a bite? He lowered his head to her level, Roxy clapped her hands with excitement.

Roxy quickly grabbed the poor cute buck’s  left testicle that hung loose and exposed. It still felt super warm almost hot and like a like little bag full of jelly. She pulled cord as far out as it would stretch than used her teeth to cut it loose. A splash of rich dark blood splattered  across her face which she quickly licked off.

Roxy patted Little John on the nose, gave the tip of his nose a lick and walked away with her prize, as the last of the bucks legs and hooves disappeared down the Little John’s  gullet.

Myles sat on ammo box and drank from a small silver flask as the last of the camp was packed up and replayed  the events  from all those years ago in his head  probably the millionth time…

7 years earlier: 2 hours before the massacre of Council Bluffs

Major Porter yelled into the telephone style  radio receiver “ NO YOU LISTEN TO ME YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!””

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“I AM THE COMMANDING OFFICER Colonel FORTHRIGHT WAS SKINNED ALIVE A WEEK AGO!”  

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“ DO I SOUND LIKE I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT A PROMOTION … FOOD we nee”

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“DONT YOU DARE CUT ME OFF… I WILL DRIVE A TANK RIGHT UP YOUR … HELLO HELLO RADIO CHECK HELLO!?!?”

“ FUCCCCCCCCK GODS DAMNIT!!!” Myles slammed the radio receiver down and the desk top multiple times, then threw it across the room. It recoiled off of its long cord. He took all the papers and maps and pushed them onto the floor, then flipped the whole desk over before he screamed “ GODS DAMNIT!!!!!”

Myles pulled his right cheek fur until it hurt than caught his breath. He took several deep breaths and composed himself and calmly walked across the ruined hotel room and opened the door. “ Gentle canines please come in” and stood back as the ranking officers and surviving commanding officers of the different units filed into the room. Myles closed the door and walked back across the room and looked out the window of the half ruined Travelodge.



He didn’t face the other officers he couldn’t face them he just looked out the window at the cracked asphalt. “The food isn’t coming” the room figuratively exploded in shouts and barks and yelling. Myles  listened to it all for several minutes before held  up a white paw. “I’ve told them, repeatedly and in the strongest language possible. I’m pretty sure I’m either up for a promotion or execution for the language I’ve used.”

One of the Captains stepped forward a brown bear with a northeastern accent. “ Myles … Sir Major, the troops haven’t eaten in two weeks or more. Most can barely stand much less stand watch. In my company alone we’ve already lost half a dozen to either starvation or desertion. I can ask them to fight, order them to die if necessary, tell then it’s for the greater good. Sir with all due respect, I’m not sure if we can ask them to starve to death.”

Myles looked over his shoulder “ You speaking of mutiny?”

The brown bear shook his head no “ Sir if the troops were going to mutiny, I think that would’ve already happened. I cannot guarantee we can keep control if we don’t get them fed soon rather than later. Many have already spoken of eating a bullet just to relieve their hunger.”

Myles looked  across the different first Lieutenant‘s second Lieutenant’s Captains
 they all shock their heads in agreement.

Myles sat on the windowsill and looked at the floor for several long moments then looked at the dozen or so faces looking back at him.

Myles stood and faced them, “Our orders from command are, we are to kill the enemies of our nation, than we eat said enemies!”

A German Shepherd Second Lieutenant raised his hand “Sir you told them they retreated before we got here and  didn’t leave so much as a bean to eat?”

Myles nodded “ I did… your orders from this canine are as follows!”

“1 go back to your commands and assure all troops we will have fresh meat tonight. They are to hold out just a little longer.” Everyone nodded with a few “ Yes Sirs”

“2 After you are to find me let’s say 25 of the most stone cold,  hard noised unflinching bastards that can hold a rifle. I Don’t care if they’re the  fucking company Clerk or cook or your best shooter. Have them meet me here in 90 minutes!” Another “Yes SIR” a bit more enthusiastic this time.

“ 3 get me another radio, one that will transmit in the open no signal jamming I want those fucking herbivores to hear it… understood ?!”

“ YES SIR!”

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2 hours later: Myles opened the note from the radio operator a reply from his message to the herbivores. To surrender their dead dying and injured or the 350 captured civilians of their kind in Council Bluffs would pay the price. The reply was simple and straightforward and read as just two words “ Surrender… Nuts”  

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Myles fired the last shot, the young fawn dropped… dead before she hit the ground.

He closed his eyes, let the pistol drop to his side, he dropped his head,  his tail hung motionless between his legs.  

After a few long moments Second Lieutenant Ridgewell put a paw on his shoulder. Myles opened his eyes and just stared at his foot/paws for a few more long moments before his spoke very softly barely audible over the ringing and everyone’s ears.  Which forced everyone to lean in towards him to hear.

“ Get the cooks in here, those in the worst shape eat first but… but make sure it’s not taken by the larger predators. Any one caught steeling or hoarding food is to be shot!”

Myles sighed which almost turned into a sob “ Waste nothing, not a scrap not a bone or hoof goes to waste.”

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Present day: Myles climbed up over the tracks and onto the turret of his command tank and lowered himself into the command seat on the left side of the turret. He looked at the two pictures he had taped to the coaming of the hatch. A picture of his wife in high school and another a few years later dated 1977 with himself his wife their 6 young pups all standing in front of the newly opened supply shop. He held two paw pads to the picture than put on his helmet plugged in his headset and slapped the top of the turret twice. Then clicked his mike “Move out, traverse turret to the rear.” A moment later, the tank started to roll, the last in the column.

Myles watched as the world seemed to turn around him as the tank moved forward while the turret pivoted to face backwards.



Hundreds of miles to the east,  long after the sun had set a large hanger door slowly rolled open.  A large black arrow shaped aircraft rolled nearly silently out of the hanger, with a deadly cargo hidden inside. No lights were on only dark shapes with long tails and glowing eyes, stood around the perimeter weapons at the ready. The B2 bomber slowly taxied without running lights, taxi lights or fan fair. It rolled on to the dark runway and turned into the wind. A few moments later, the runway lights lit up just as the bombers four powerful general electric turbo fan engines came up to full power.

As soon as the aircraft was off the ground runway lights blinked out again… the dark shape disappeared into the clouds, heading west.

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