Make love, not war by allen kitchen December 22, 1997 All Rights reserved "Gas!" York screamed to his two comrades below him. "They gassed the tank guys! Get out! Everyone get out!" The coyote grabbed the locking mechanism for the tank's top hatch, and spun it as hard as he could. He could see the billowy white gas flooding the compartment below, where Hawk and Crusher were still sitting. He held his breath as he caught a whiff of the pungent-smelling vapor. York was the gunner, and he sat in the turret of the tank above the driver and the commander. It was his job to shoot whatever target he saw. Also, to get the hatch open if they needed to abandon their tank for any reason. Poison gas filling the tank was as good a reason to bail out as any, he thought. The latch come undone with a metallic groan, and York pushed the hatch up. The heavy metal plate made a loud boom inside as it flew open and smartly smashed into the turret's armor. "Come on you two! Get your tails moving!" York grabbed what weapons he could as he scrambled up the ladder, desperately climbing away from the milky white cloud of death below him. As he came out of the turret, his black claws scraped and groped for purchase on the slick metal surface of the tank's body. He almost fell back inside again, but somehow managed to grasp a spotlight instead. York thanked the fates as he clambored outside. He quickly drew his sidearm, since he had no idea what was waiting for him. The damned Lapines managed to fill his tank with poison gas only seconds ago. Which meant that one of them was still near the tank someplace. He pulled the hammer of the pistol back, and quickly scanned the area around the tank for any activity. He saw no-one, friend or foe. There wasn't anyone anywhere around the heavy black armored vehicle. "The coast is clear." He yelled down into the open hatchway, staying low and close to the turret. Just because there were no enemy soldiers around his tank didn't mean there weren't snipers about. And he didn't want anyone to think of him as an easy target. "Come on out you two." Nobody inside the tank replied, and York didn't see anyone climbing up the ladder. "Hey! Shag your tails and get out of there before I piss on the both of you." Again, the only sound from inside was the rumble of the tanks engine. He was beginning to get a very bad feeling. York leaned forward and peered down into the open hatchway. The gas had almost completely filled the tank, preventing him from even seeing a few feet into it. Somehow he knew that at the bottom of that poisonous mist, his friends Hawk and Crusher were still strapped into their seats. Two dead bodies inside a ten ton armored coffin. He snarled furiously, exposing his yellowish teeth for all the world to see. His friends never even had a chance! That gas must have killed them almost instantly. They never even got the chance to cry out in alarm. They just sat there and died. York tossed his head back, and screamed into the warm summer wind about him. "You bastards!" he howled in anguish. "You killed them both! And you didn't even have guts enough to show yourselves! You cowards, you just murdered my friends. My FRIENDS!" He listened as his cries echoed about the meadow, then he looked down into the tank again. His tears fell through the hatch, and vanished into the cloud inside. "I swear to you both..." he sobbed. "I'll make them pay for this. I'll make em die real slow for what they did to you two. You will not die in vain, I promise. I'm gonna send a few of those cowards to hell for killing you, mark my words." Something at the edge of his vision moved. Something was behind him. Instantly, York whirled about and pointed his handgun in the direction of the movement. He saw something white with long ears, quickly running away towards the treeline several hundred yards away. A Lapine, he swiftly realized. Probably the same soldier who gassed the tank. The long white ears were almost to the trees by the time York began firing with his pistol. The enemy was too far away to get a good shot with a simple handgun. York fired repeatedly at the retreating figure, but it was no use. The rabbit escaped into the woods. It was just too far a shot for him to make with his handgun. It wasn't too far a shot for him to make with his rifle though. York ejected the spent clip of his pistol, letting it clatter uselessly onto the tanks metal surface. He then slapped another full clip in, and pulled on the pistol's slide to reload the gun.. "Like I said guys." he loudly called inside as he stuck the gun into his holster, just next to his knife. "I'm not gonna let you die in vain." He then grabbed the powerful Mouser assault rifle he'd managed to escape with, and slid down the sloping nose of the battletank. Upon reaching the ground, he then raced around the tank's massive body, and rushed toward the same point in the treeline he last saw the rabbit soldier. The coyote held the assault rifle with both hands as he raced across the grassy meadow. His heart was pounding, and his blood sang in his veins. Adrenaline lent him extra speed as he charged towards the forest. Lapines were very fast, York thought as his boots pounded away through the weeds. But that wouldn't matter inside the trees. In the forest, York knew that neither of them would be able to run at top speed. Both hunter and prey would be on equal footing, speedwise. Caught up in the thrill of the chase, he could almost forget what had happened to his friends a minute ago. Or that he was in enemy territory, all by himself, far removed from his fellow coyotes and invading army. The enemy was uncounted, he was on their turf, and he had few weapons and little ammo. If he had thought about it a second, he would have run the other way. But York didn't think about it. The Lapines killed his friends, and almost killed him. He was going to make them pay for it, whether he came out alive or not. He was running on emotion now, not logic. He stopped just inside the trees, and quickly took a sniff about him, trying to catch the enemy's scent. He was certain the rabbit entered the woods here. His assumption was confirmed as he caught the odor of rabbit, passing through and going deeper into the forest. He smelled the enemy rabbit, and some other scent he couldn't readily identify. The rabbit probably thought he could escape detection by hiding in the trees. Granted, it was pretty dark inside the trees. York flipped the safety off his rifle, and walked purposefully after the scent. The rabbits must not realize coyotes have keen noses, York thought to himself. Good. That gave him an advantage. Hopefully he could take the enemy soldier unawares. He strode quietly amongst the trees. He moved slowly and carefully through the gloom of the forest. The trail through the bushes was clear and well maintained, so York did not have to duck under branches or limbs very often. The soft grass growing on the ground muffled his footsteps as he went. He followed the trail and the rabbit's scent for a couple hundred yards into the woods. Suddenly the trail forked, turning into a 4 way intersection. York looked at the ground, but couldn't see any tracks in the grass. He sniffed each direction of the intersection, testing all possible routes the enemy could have taken. He was annoyed to find that the rabbit's scent was equally strong on each trail. With a sigh, York tucked his tail aside and sat down, leaning on a tree. The rabbit had doubled back, running along all of the paths so they all would be scented. Very clever, he thought as he set the heavy assault rifle against the tree beside him to rest his arms a moment. Apparently the rabbits knew about the canine nose after all. And they knew how to defeat it, by confusing the scent trails. York shook his head, and wondered which path to follow. York silently sat there for a moment, and wondered what to do next. The Lapine couldn't be far, he knew. But which road should he take? He only had a one out of three chance of randomly picking the right one. If he chose wrong, he'd never catch up with the enemy soldier. And if he didn't figure out which road to take soon, it wouldn't really matter. He'd never catch up anyway. York chewed on a claw in frustration as he sat there. Sudden something crashed through the brush only 20 feet away. It nearly gave him a heart attack! He saw the white of a rabbit through the bushes, rushing out onto one of the trails. York jumped up quickly as the soldier took off again. He'd almost sat on the enemy! The rabbit had hunkered down in the brush to wait the coyote out. It wouldn't have mattered which trail York took. The enemy didn't go down any of them, but instead hid at the intersection. York cursed aloud. This was no ordinary soldier. This guy was sharp. York grabbed for his rifle, but grasped only the bark of the tree he had leaned it against. Surprised, he glanced down to see if the rifle had fallen over. He saw nothing. He dropped to all fours and looked urgently about, desperate to find his rifle before the enemy soldier got too far ahead. It wasn't there. It was gone. It was as if the rifle had simply vanished into thin air. There wasn't time to worry about what happened. The rabbit was getting away. York drew his pistol again, and charged down the trail after the enemy. He would have to get much closer to make a pistol shot, but he wasn't about to give up his chase now. Not when he had just caught a glimpse of his quarry. The rabbit's scent was strong in his nostrils now. Very fresh. And there was that unusual odor that he could not identify once more. The thought nagged in the back of his mind as he raced through the forest after the enemy, too caught up in his lust for blood to worry about anything else. So he filed it away and rushed along the path, dodging branches and brush that got in his way. All at once the trail abruptly opened up into a valley. Ahead of him was a gentle slope, going down toward a lake at the bottom. There were large boulders strewn about everywhere. It wasn't far down the hill to the lake at the bottom. But if the rabbit came this way, then he made a fatal mistake. York quickly leaped up onto the top of one of the larger boulders, and looked around, intent on finding even the smallest hint of movement. Of any white fur amongst the gray rocks. He stood silently in place and searched the area from above. From his high vantage point he could see for hundreds of yards around him. Nothing moved. The only movement he saw were the birds flying about. The rabbit had to be hiding behind one of the boulders, York decided. This rabbit was very good indeed. He was breathing hard from all his running. And yes, he was getting tired. The adrenaline was beginning to wear off, he figured. Even coyotes have physical limits, so he hunkered down on top of the boulder and waited. York put his handgun in it's holster for safe keeping, and sat on the rock, catching his breath. His quarry was pretty smart alright. But not smart enough. Hiding in this boulder field was a bad idea. Sure, the breeze would keep him from scenting the rabbit. But if the soldier moved the slightest bit, his keen coyote eyes would spot it. And he'd be on top of the rabbit in an instant. But for now, they would play the game of hide and seek. York needed the rest, and he had time to wait. It was the rabbit's move, and he had to move sometime. And when he did so... Rabbit stew! While York scanned the hillside for any sign of movement, he pondered why he was on this world to begin with. He was only a tank gunner, so he didn't know all the reasons for his people to invade the world of Remos. There had to be a good reason for it though. Sending an invasion force all these lightyears couldn't have been inexpensive. But the reasons for the assault were unknown to such as he. He was just a grunt, doing a grunt's job. He didn't need to know why they were attacking Remos. It didn't keep him from idly wondering about it though. He was also curious about his enemy. Remos was populated by rabbit-morphs. Lapines, they called themselves. They didn't have any large cities anywhere, and only a low level of technology. But what puzzled York the most was the Lapines never fought back. Ever. He'd been in many engagements, but the locals never once fired back at him. They preferred to scatter and run. Granted, it made his life much easier. But he couldn't figure out why any civilization would not try to defend itself against an invader. His tank being attacked with poisonous gas was the first instance he knew of the Lapines fighting back. York figured that he and his crew had become complacent about the enemy. Since nobody ever returned fire, they forgot that they were on enemy soil and surrounded. They all got careless. It cost his buddys their lives. York winced at the thought, remembering once again just why it was he was out here. He still didn't see any sign of the rabbit, so he stood up once more and reached down to draw his pistol again. He felt the empty leather of the holster, but no gun. He blinked in surprise, and looked at the holster, as if his eyes could tell him something that his hands did not. Nope, the gun was still missing. York slid off the boulder, and desperately searched around the boulder, wondering if the pistol had somehow fallen out of the holster while he was sitting down. Surely he would have heard it clatter to the ground if that was the case. No matter, he had to find that gun. He had to! York searched the area for more than 20 minutes. It never turned up. York was starting to get really worried. In less than an hour he'd managed to lose a heavy battle tank, an assault rifle, and now his sidearm as well. He nervously flicked his ears back and hoped the bean counters back at the base wouldn't take the losses out of his measly salary. There would be hell to pay when he got back, at any rate. York sighed, finally giving up on the lost pistol, and slowly began to walk downhill. He dodged the various boulders in his way as he made his way toward the lake. His tail hung low behind him as he reached the water's edge a few moments later. There was no way he would catch the rabbit's scent again, he decided. The enemy was long gone, and there wasn't a thing York or anyone else could do about it. He wasn't going to be able to avenge his friends. Some soldier I turned out to be, York glumly thought as he rested his right hand on the knife's hilt. Reaching the shore of the lake, he wiped his gray- colored uniform sleeve across his sweaty brow. It was getting hot, and the afternoon sun was strong out here away from the trees. He wrinkled his nose as he caught the scent of his underarms. He'd been running and sweating hard, chasing that Lapine through the woods. Of course he smelled bad. There was no reason he shouldn't smell bad. York undid his belt, and set it down on a rock at the water's edge. The lake was clear and inviting. The coyote sat on the same rock and removed his boots as well. He let out a shudder as he dipped his foot into the water. It was cold, but quite refreshing He then removed his uniform shirt and his britches as well, letting the gray clothing fall onto the rock on top of his belt and knife. If he was going to walk the 30 miles back to his unit, then he might as well take a break while he could. No telling when he would get the chance to take a bath again. Besides, it wasn't as if he was in any hurry to get back and explain to his Major just where the hell his tank went.. May as well enjoy a moment of relaxation, he told himself as he pulled his underwear down to his ankles and stepped out of them. York stepped off the stone and into the ankle-deep water. He then slowly waded his way out, deeper into the lake and naked to the world. The cool water rose higher and higher as he waded farther and farther out. The water soaked through his fur, reaching through to his skin and rinsing it clean as he walked. He smiled blissfully. The showers at the base did little more than get one wet. This swim was the first one he'd had since leaving his home and enlisting in the military. He dove forward, and splashed about as he began to swim through the chilly waters. He swam underwater, holding his breath for as long as he could. The cold water was exhilarating. The coyote would have laughed if he wasn't submerged. He did gasp when the need for air finally forced him to the surface once more. The icy water had rinsed him clean, taking his dirt (and his stress) away and leaving him feeling renewed once more. He felt more alive than he had felt in a very long time. Such a little thing, he mused as he treaded the chilly water. It was only a swim. And yet, it made him feel better than he had felt in years. He idly wondered if there was another lake close to his base, then flipped in the water to dive again. He swam in the lake for 15 minutes or so, enjoying the break from the war. But finally, he remembered that he had a very long walk ahead of him. As good as the water felt, he knew he needed to get back to the base. Fun was fun, but duty was duty. So York turned around once more, and swam back to shore again. He reached shallow water, and stood upright on the black sands once more as he waded out of the water to fetch his clothes. They weren't there. All of his clothes were gone, as was his holster, his belt, and his knife. York glanced about to see if he was in the wrong place somehow. No, he was certain he had swam back to the correct spot. His boots were still there. As was something else. About 100 feet away from York, A Lapine stood, watching him with some amusement. She wasn't wearing a uniform. In fact, she wasn't wearing anything. That was how York knew that the rabbit was female. Her breasts were small, but there was no mistaking them. Even at a distance. The femme bunny wasn't even wearing a loincloth. She was completely naked, top to bottom. She stood about 6 foot tall (7 if you counted the ears) and she was casually leaning on a boulder, grinning at him. "Hello?" she said to him "Are you lost?". "Who are you?" York grumbled while he covered his manhood with his paws. "And what did you do with my clothes and my knife?" The lady rabbit shrugged, and regarded him cautiously. "Sorry, but I don't know anything about your knife or your clothes." she flatly answered. "Are you sure this is where you left them?" "Yes, I'm sure." he sputtered. "My boots are here. But where is everything else? How am I supposed to get back home without even a knife to depend upon?" She didn't move as he came closer. Nor did her expression change one bit. "What do you need a knife for?" she asked. "To protect myself." he replied. "I'm surrounded by the enemy, and I need it to protect myself, no matter how lame a weapon a knife is." The rabbit chuckled a bit louder at him. "You aren't surrounded by enemies. And I didn't catch your name." "What do you mean I'm not surrounded? And the name is York, by the way." "Mine is Civile. I live in the village nearby. And I meant what I said York. You don't have any enemies here." York shook his body mightily, creating a small shower about him as he shook the water out of his fur. "Lady, I don't know who you are or what mushroom patch you've been nibbling on. But I'm a coyote soldier, and my people are at war with your people." The rabbit shook her head as the smile faded from her face. "That doesn't mean that my people are at war with yours though, now does it?" York took one hand away to scratch his head. "What do you mean by that?" he asked. "Look, you came here to start a war. But my people don't believe in violence. We believe in making love, not war. You came to this world spoiling for a fight. My people don't fight. Never have, never will. We are pacifists." That was a word York had never heard before. "Pacifist? What's that? Does that mean you chew on rubber squeaky toys or something?" Civile stood up straight and took a step toward him. "No York. It means that we don't fight. We are brought up to believe in love. War is the refuge of those who don't know how to love, or how to make love. We're just a bit more evolved than you York. So relax; nobody here will hurt you. After all, why should we?" "Because we are here to hurt your people Civile." "You can't hurt us all York." She pointed out matter of factly. "And besides, without your weapons, you can't hurt anybody. At least, not with any guns or knives, big boy." "Yeah, I've encountered your pacifist ways already." he grumbled, rubbing at his ears to get the water out. "Odd that they include poisonous gas. Two of my best friends are dead now because of your soldiers." The rabbit shook her head as he spoke. "We don't have any soldiers on this planet big boy. Like I said, we are pacifists." "And why do you keep calling me Œbig boy'? You know my name is York." Civile smiled, and put a hand over her mouth. She was giggling. York looked down himself, and realized that he was not longer covering his penis with his hands. And since getting out of the cold water and stepping out into the warm wind, it had become semi-stiff. He wasn't sporting a full erection yet, but enough of one to show off his larger than average cock to the world. More specifically, to Civile. "Well, normally I would ask if you were happy to see me." she giggled. "But I don't think that's quite apropos for this situation." He looked at her closer. She was solidly white, but he could make out subtle variations in the color on her chest and pubic areas that differed from the rest of her pelt. He noticed that her breasts, although not huge by any means, were quite attractive. They were just big enough to fit in his hands. And the nipples were black, clearly standing out from her fur. York let his eyes wander lower to her groin, and saw just the subtlest hint of her crack through her off- white pubic hair. He felt his erection getting harder. His shaft began to rise up and point at her. Civile giggled again as she watched his penis come to attention. York took a deep breath, and let it out again. Civile took her hand away from her mouth. "I must say, you have quite a large... piece. Are all coyotes built like you?" "Not all of them, no. I am about normal sized everywhere else. But my piece, as you call it, is a bit larger than average." Civile nodded and looked back up to his face again. "Too bad you aren't back home. I assume you have somebody there who can help you take care of that. You probably have several ladies waiting to take you to bed, back at your base." York reached down and took his shaft into his right hand, rubbing it gently. "No Civile. We didn't bring any females with us to your world. And I don't have a wife or a lover back on my homeworld either." Civile looked quite shocked at his statement. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed. "Do you mean to tell me that you can't have sex? That you don't have any kind of sexual release at all?" "Let's just say I get to use my imagination a lot." York grumbled, still massaging his stiffening member. Civile began to slowly walk toward him. "Oh. You poor thing." she said quietly as she gingerly approached. York raised an eyebrow quizzically as she walked up to him. He stopped massaging his now fully erect and solid cock. He was totally nude before her. She didn't seem to mind as she moved closer and closer to him. At first he was very worried. What if the rabbit wanted to hurt him? Standing here with his dick in his hand, he was an easy target. She wouldn't need to work very hard to really hurt him. All she needed to do was pick up a rock. Or one of those weapons she liberated from him. What if she had his knife hidden on her body somewhere? The thought made him jump an inch, and he took a step back away from her toward the water again. She noticed his retreat, and stopped. Civile stood motionless on the sand about 3 feet away, and stared at him, confused by his reaction. "What's wrong?" she questioned him, cocking her head a little to the side. "I'm not sure where my knife is, and I don't want to lose any parts of my bod." York nervously exclaimed. Civile blinked in disbelief. "You doubt my intentions? Do you think I'm planning to hurt you?" "The thought crossed my mind." "Why would I want to do that, my handsome young canine?" "Because we are at war Civile!" She sighed once, and stared at him. "I make love, not war." She softly told him. "And if you will just stand there for a few seconds, I'll prove it to you. Just trust me for a moment." York's eyes open wide in disbelief. "Trust you?" he exclaimed. "I still think you took my knife and clothes." Civile winced, and took a tentative step toward him again, her palms open and exposed to him. "Look York. I'm not carrying any weapons. And neither are you. So why are you afraid? I can't hurt you, and you can't hurt me. Please try and calm down York. I'm not your enemy. Honest." "So you keep telling me." he muttered, warily watching her approach. One side of his mind told him to dive into the water and swim for it. It said that she was setting him up, and she probably had buddies waiting to grab him off guard. But after a second or two, that thought didn't make any sense to him. If the Lapines wanted to kill or capture him, they could have done it long ago. And they would not have needed Civile to do so either. York decided to listen to the other side of his mind. The side that was really interested in what Civile planned to do. The side that was pounding with excitement of the situation. How many other coyotes went skinny dipping, only to be met by a naked female rabbit who then offered herself to him? Not many, he was willing to bet. And he really did feel a need within himself. An urge too long denied. He could feel his passions begin to resurface again after being so long buried. He had not made love to anyone in months! And even if he wanted to run, he suddenly wasn't sure his trembling legs could support him. His whole body shook with conflict as she very slowly crept up to him. She could tell what he was thinking. She instinctively knew he was both excited and alarmed by her at the same time. Her face radiated peace and calm as she reached out to stroke his arm. "Shh. Shh. Don't be afraid York." She softly said to him as she laid her hand on his right arm. "I know this is hard to believe, but I'm not going to hurt you." He jumped again as her soft hand settled on his arm. He watched her warily as she moved it up towards his shoulder, touching and feeling his firm muscles through his damp wet fur. "mmm." She mumbled, her voice as soft as her body appeared to be. "You are quite strong York. And you have the most beautiful fur I have ever seen. Such a lovely shade of gray." His whole body was shaking as she ran her fingernails through his pelt, running them up and down. His mind and body were still battling to decide what to do. His erotic desires wanted him to stay with Civile. His duty demanded that he run. It was impossible to do both. So he just stood there and shook. Civile moved a little closer, and gently put her other hand flat on his chest. She murmered sweetly to him as she moved her other hand lower, reaching down to his wrist. "My poor baby. Brought up with the ways of the sword, and not the ways of love. What a shame. You have a fantastic body. You would keep the ladies very satisfied indeed." York's trembling began to subside as he began to realize she really wasn't trying to trick or hurt him. His guard remained up and his ears alert, but his body ceased shaking as she caressed his chest. Civile stared into his eyes, drinking in the sight of him. Her body was very close now. Her breasts were only inches away from his chest. As she rubbed his wrist, he realized that he was holding his breath for some reason. He let it out and started to breath once more. All at once, he caught her scent. And that peculiar smell that he could not identify was strong now. Very strong. He suddenly realized just what it was. Musk. Sex odor. He smelled Civile's sexual arousal. York's breathing began to speed up. He was aroused himself now. Not only by her touch and caress, but also by her scent. It was sharp in his nostrils, and it sent urgent messages to his brain. The messages drowned out all the other traffic in his mind as the rabbit examined his right wrist with her fingertips. He nostrils flared slightly as he rapidly inhaled, gathering as much of the spicy aroma as he could. He'd had sex before, but never like this. She wasn't even his species. Just imagining what it would be like sent a thrill down his spine. The fur on his tail was standing on end, each hair a live nerve that sampled his surroundings. York looked at the Civile, and studied her as she looked down as his oh-so-hard cock just inches away from her. He studied her ears, her nose, her neck, everything. He was panting now, his tongue darting in and out of his muzzle as Civile reached down the last few inches and ran her index finger over his tip. His thoughts went wild as she touched his cock. Any ideas of running off vanished as he reached around her waist with his left arm and pulled her closer to him. Civile put her hand completely around his shaft (well, almost completely) so she wouldn't let go of him as he tugged her closer to his body. She looked up to smile at him, but found his panting muzzle pressed against hers instead. Civile opened her mouth and kissed him. His tongue was still moving, darting in and out as she did so. It was very different, she thought, feeling his tongue slid into her mouth then withdraw over and over again. Very arousing, she decided. She then put her other arm around his back, and continued to kiss him. York felt like his blood was ready to boil. The rabbit was moving her hand up and down, rubbing his cock for him while she took his tongue into her mouth. He couldn't think of anything else. His nostrils were filled with the scent of her body. They stood that way for several minutes, she rubbing him while he kissed her and explored her with his own hands. Finally she pulled her head back and away from his. She looked into his ravenous and wild eyes with a sigh, and took her hand away from his now-throbbing shaft. Civile was breathing a bit rapidly herself as she put her arms on his shoulders, and pulled him down, down, to squat there in the black sand. York kneeled, as she wished him to. But then, he caught a strong whiff of the musk between her legs. Looking at her pubic area, he saw that she was damp. He could see the tiny drops of dew on her pubic hair. The scent drove him almost out of his mind with lust. He didn't even think, but grabbed her buttocks with both hands and pulled her toward him. Civile gasped in surprise as she felt his long wet tongue glide over her opening. She knew that making love to a coyote would be different, but she didn't think it would be THIS different! His tongue was electric, tantalizing and teasing her cunt in ways she had never felt before. It made her knees weak. No-one had ever used their tongue on her before, and she found it more exciting than anything she had ever experienced before. She put her velvety white hands on top of his head to keep from falling over. "Oh; oh that is unreal." She cried, tilting her head back as she pulled his head more firmly toward her. York's muzzle was solidly pressed into her groin, and his nose was blocked. He was having to breath through his nose now. It didn't matter much to him. He was concentrating on the taste of her now. He ran his tongue across her labia, over and over again, feeling her body squirm in delight at the tip of his muzzle. Her vulva began to widen under his constant attention, and he noticed there was lots more warmth and moisture inside her. York closed his eyes as he aimed his tongue upwards, into her body. Civile clenched her teeth as she felt his warm wet tongue encounter a moment of resistance, then force its way past her lips and just inside her. She shuddered momentarily as his tongue darted into her cunt. "Oh my god!" she cried, starting to rock her hips to meet his tongue. It darted in, and out again. Each time drilling deeper inside of her. Her eyes were beginning to tear up as the coyote licked and tasted places on her that nobody else ever had. "And to think I believed you didn't know anything about lovemaking!" With a slick wet sound, York pulled his tongue away, and pulled her down onto his lap. She didn't resist him. In fact, her powerful legs were almost limp now. She quickly collapsed and ended up chest to chest with the gray coyote. Still teary-eyed and now quite aroused, she reached down for his cock once more. She gripped his large cock, and wondered if it would hurt going into her. She'd never had so large and wide a male inside her body before. She'd never even seen someone so, so, built. "Fuck it!" she said to herself as she raised her body up a bit. She pulled his stiff member so it was just touching her moist opening. York closed his eyes as Civile held him, guiding his genitals to the entrance of hers. He held his breath again as she pushed his shaft just inside her opening, letting it just part the lips of her labia. Her cunt was so damp a small dribble of musky wetness ran out of her, racing along his hot flesh. He let his breath out in a short bark as she quickly slid down onto him. Civile's eyes opened wide with surprise as her vagina stretched wide to take him. She let out a similar gasp, feeling her cunt reach it's limit as she impaled herself on his cock. "Oh!" she gasped again. She tilted her head back to the sky, and clenched her eyes tight shut. It was painful, but also pleasurable. He was almost too wide for her. But she was adapting. And she was also enjoying it. She put her arms around his chest, and gritted her teeth at the pressure she felt inside her. York put his hands on the insides of her thighs, and massaged her moist flesh. It was damp from his saliva, and from her own juices as well. He let his hands wander over her thighs, her belly, and more. He ended up with his paws on her groin, and he felt the bulging swell in her abdomen. He could tell how her hole was stretched almost to its limit by his cock. York let his fingers linger at the upper most lip of her crack, and slowly moved one finger about. He felt Civile tighten around him, and heard her let out a low moan. That wasn't what he was expecting. He was hoping to massage her into relaxing more, and letting her pussy stretch out a bit so he could move within her more freely. But her tight muscles clamped down more firmly onto his cock instead as he excited her still further. York leaned forward, taking them both down into the sand with Civile underneath him. He quickly straighten his legs between hers, and began to rock his hips. He pressed in and out against her tight muscular opening. No matter how wet she was, her pussy was so tight it was hard to move inside her. For her own part, Civile kept her eyes shut, and turned her head to one side. She gasped and moaned repeatedly as the canine mounted her. She tried to relax some, so he could move in and out of her more freely. But try as she might, she couldn't make her muscles obey. They were too busy responding to his thrusts, automatically clenching against his cock. Civile put her arms about Yorks chest, and felt his quick breath through his oh-so-fine gray fur. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he made love to her. She could feel his pulse on top of her. Within her. Yes, she could feel it inside her cunt as it beat along the length of his shaft. It was rapid and strong, and she had trouble telling her pulse from her lover's. York began to move quicker now, moving his penis more forcefully in and out. Her tight pussy had not relaxed any from his attentions. But the pressure had ceased to hurt, and in fact became pleasant. It made sex with her seem more challenging. A conquest. He had to be stronger and more forceful if he was going to fuck her, he decided. So he quit worrying, and just did what came naturally to any male. Civile let out a small animal cry as he sped up. She gripped the fur on his back tightly in her hands, and began to move her hips as well. She rocked against him, meeting his thrusts with equally lusty thrusts of her own. And although she didn't have the range of motion he did, she moved against him as hard as she could, taking him firmly and deeply into her body with each motion. She began to huff and gasp as his stiff cock rammed into her over and over again. She met each movement solidly with one of her own, feeling the fire within her flare brightly. York felt her gripping fingers on her back, and smiled. He decided that he couldn't be hurting her too bad, or she'd be doing more screaming and less fucking. For a moment there, when she cried out, he wondered if he should stop. But as the lady lapine wrapped her legs around his waist and clutched at his fur, he realized she liked the way it felt. She liked it rough. He pulled back out of her a couple of inchs, feeling her hole close up as he withdrew. Civile opened her eyes again, and studied his face intently for a second, wondering just what the coyote was up to. Then without warning, he shoved his cock all the way inside her again, forcing himself deeper against her tight muscles. They both gasped as one as his shaft rammed into her body once more. Both were in ecstasy, and didn't give a damn anymore about what hurt and what didn't. York only wanted to ride the roaring wave of hormones to their ultimate conclusion. Civile only wanted him to keep riding her for a bit longer as her own orgasm built. You could have parked a tank over them, and they wouldn't have noticed. "Keep going honey." She gasped in barely audible breaths. "That's it. Keep that up. Oh, I've never felt like this before. Please... Oh please don't come too soon. Oh please. You're doing so well..." York continued to rock his hips urgently against hers. He didn't hear a word she said. He couldn't hear her. Nothing in the world mattered except his body and hers. There wasn't anything else. For a time, the universe vanished and all his attention focused on his stiff thrusting cock inside her tight, damp pussy. His body cried out for release. For an end to all the pressure and exercise. All the muscles in his body began to lock, and he realized that the shuddering in his loins meant his body was about to get it's release all right. He closed his eyes tightly, tilted his head up to the summer sky, and desperately rammed his cock into her one last time before losing all body control. Civile felt his body quiver, and let out a quick yelp as he pressed solidly into her. That was the last sensation she needed. She cried out as her own body began to orgasm. Civile thrashed about in the sand wildly as she began to come. She dropped her arms beside her, and clutched handfuls of sand as she jerked from side to side with York still on top of her. York let out a soul-rending howl as he felt himself begin to cum. He felt his lower body shake for a second, then the fiery blaze of his orgasm as he came inside her. His seed pulsed quickly and repeatedly into her tight, thrashing body. He met her orgasm with one of his own, and cried out to the sky as his shaft repeatedly squirted into her tight little hole. Civile felt him spasm within her, over and over again. She cried out in ectasy she came with him. She cried his name repeatedly as her tense body quickly filled with his seed. After what felt like hours, his cock's jerking slowed, then stopped altogether. She could feel the thick sticky semen oozing out of her and dripping down between her asscheeks. He'd pumped so much jism into her she couldn't hold it all. So it had built up pressure inside of her, and was escaping the only way it could. Her breathing was still rapid. But as his gasping slowed, so did hers. They both held onto one another as their exhausted bodies collapsed with mutual release. They laid still for a time, naked and embracing there in the sand. If not for the heavy panting and gasping, someone passing would have thought them asleep. Civile slowly passed her fingertips through her lover's scruff, affectionately rubbing him. After basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking for a moment or two, she finally spoke to him. "Tired?" she asked. A few seconds passed as the coyote lay there on top of her. Finally York pushed himself up a bit with his hands so he could see her face to face. "A little." he weakly replied. Civile then let her legs relax again. She unwrapped them from around his waist, and laid them flat on the warm sand again. "Truth be told, so am I." she panted, slower now. "You were wonderful." "So were you Civile." The rabbit let her hands run lower. She began to slowly run them along his back, feeling his spine just below his thick soft pelt. "I had no idea making love to a coyote would be so... so..." York playfully tilted his head a bit to the side. "Different?" he offered. Civile snorted goodnaturedly. "No! Fulfilling is a much better word." York then rested all his upper body on one arm, and let his other hand caress one of her breasts. "I'm glad you think so." She closed her eyes for a moment, and felt his body both within and without of her. She lay back and let him touch her chest again, just as he had done a few minutes ago. She secretly hoped that after a moments rest, he would be able to fuck again. It had been the best sex she'd ever had, and she wanted more of it. Wanted to feel his huge cock rock inside of her again. Civile opened her eyes again to stare into his. "Imagine how good it is going to be, once my people have disarmed all of you." she sighed. York raised an eyebrow at her. "Mmm? What are you talking about?" "See how much better things are when neither person is afraid of the other?" she explained. "See how good the sex can be when you are unarmed?" "Unarmed?" "Yes, unarmed. No guns, knives, or tanks." York's eyes narrowed as he studied her face. "And just what do you know about tanks?" "I know how to get gas into one of them, and knock out its crew. It is a new technique. In fact, your tank is the very first one I've tried it on. I must say," she snickered "that this wasn't the result I expected." York clenched his teeth, but kept his hands where they were. "So." he grumbled. "You did it. You are a Lapine soldier, and you are the one who killed my friends." Civile shook her head in the sand. "No lover. I did not kill anybody. It was only a sleeping gas. Your friends are fine. They will wake up in the meadow without a tank around them, but I didn't hurt either of them. Or you, when I stole all your weapons." "You? That was you? You took my rifle and pistol?" "Yes, I did. And your knife too." "You told me you didn't know what happened to my knife." "I lied. I threw them all into the deepest part of the lake while you were submerged. They're gone. Long gone." He just stared at her, not quite certain what to think or how to feel. "Well," he began. "Congratulations. You've made me look like a complete idiot. And when I return to my base, I'm really going to be in for it! First, for losing my weapons. Then, for sleeping with you. Gah, I'm such a lousy soldier." "But such a good lover." she crooned to him. "Can you understand now why none of us believe in violence? Why do you need weapons, when you can have this instead? When all of your weapons are gone, and the ladies find out how good sex with a coyote can be, why I doubt any of you will get another night's sleep for a long time." York ahhed as he finally understood what she meant earlier. "You think I'm unarmed. Totally defenseless." Civile placed her hands on his firm hips and began to massage him as she spoke. "Of course you're defenseless, you silly cub. I took all of your weapons and threw them away, remember?" York's face turned up into a tiny smile. "Not quite." he told her. Civile laughed a moment as she laid there beneath him. "Well, I really like THAT weapon!" she chuckled. "It feels so very good inside me." York shook his head slowly. "No. I don't think you understand Civile. I'm not talking about my cock. I meant what I said. You didn't get rid of all my weapons." The rabbit stopped laughing, and her smile began to fade. "But, but you're naked York." she weakly protested. "You don't have any clothes on. You don't have anyplace to conceal or wear anything. So how could you still have a weapon?" York began to smile, wider this time. His lips parted, this time showing off his teeth. Civile's eyes snapped open in terror as she finally realized her mistake! York slowly, very slowly, lowered his head toward her neck again. She couldn't move. She couldn't even scream. She watched in abject horror as his jaws moved closer and closer to her exposed throat. Even if he wasn't laying on top of her, she was so frightened she wouldn't have been able to twitch a muscle. "Maybe I'm not such a bad soldier after all." he said, barely audible in her pounding ears. Civile gasped again, and gripped at the sand under her hands once more. It was no gasp of pleasure this time! ***** York watched Hawk begin to stir. The tank commander was raising his arm up to his head, trying to shield his eyes from the setting sun. "Well! About time you woke up." York good-naturedly chided him. Hawk's hand finally reached and covered his face. He groaned pathetically as he laid in the grass near where the tank had been attacked. "Ohhhh" he groggily complained. "Someone please, just shoot me." "Oh, quit your bitching." Crusher grumbled next to him as he slowly awoke as well. "I'll shoot your tail off myself if you don't pipe down." York laughed as he put another stick onto the fire. "Not much chance of that you two. None of us have any guns anymore. We don't have so much as a pocketknife between us." Hawk quickly sat up at that news, and instantly regretted it. He placed both hands on his head as the headache seemed to explode in intensity. Crusher seemed to be in better shape as he rose. That or he just moved a bit slower. He stared at York sitting next to the campfire about 10 feet away. "What do you mean, we don't even have a pocketknife?" York stood up, and began to turn the makeshift roasting spit he had made and put over the fire. "The Lapines caught us off guard guys. Sleeping gas. They stole our tank, our guns, even our knives. So the only shooting you two can do right now is your usual shooting off at the mouth." Hawk took his hands down as the worst of the headache passed. "Anybody ever tell you that you're an asshole, York? Besides your mother?" York smiled back, but did not rise to Hawk's bait. He continued to turn the meat that was roasting over the fire. Crusher was the first to wake up enough to realize what he was doing. "And just what do you have there?" he asked York, trying to get the fuzzy feeling out of his mind. York took an experimental lick at the roasting carcass. "Oh, just a taste of the wild life." he cryptically answered. Crusher slowly staggered to his feet, all the time staring at York and his campfire. "Lapine soldier?" he asked while extending a hand to Hawk, who was still sitting down on the ground. "More like a campfire girl." York snickered. "I thought we didn't have any weapons anymore." "Oh, we still have a few left." York turned the meat on the spit some more as he watched his friends. "But you gotta know how to use them guys. And you gotta get real close to your target to boot." Hawk wobbled to his feet as Crusher pulled him up to stand. "I'd like to hear more about that York. We are cutoff from our outfit, and surrounded. Tell us how you killed this guy with your bare paws, so we can defend ourselves." York grinned widely at his two comrades, and gestured them closer. "Come closer to the fire then, you two. It'll be dark soon, and you'll want the warmth. Let's have a bit of dinner. Then, I'll tell you how I caught our meal." Crusher stepped slowly toward the fire and the roasting meal York was turning. "Why not before dinner?" "Trust me..." You can take the dog out of the hunt, but you can't take the hunt out of the dog.