GANG of HOPPERS
My brothers and I in the ZooKzin War
by Dori Hopps
Written by Dan Rush
(c) Zootopia 2016 Walt Disney Cooperation
Chapter 11
Batch Party
July 11, 2041
0400
You're bobbing up and down and sideways and if you weren't buckled into your seat, you'd be thrown about like a tennis ball and probably batted like one by your larger fellow Marines. Damn they picked a nasty day for this one.
Your in an LTV-1 (Light armed, Track, Vehicle) alligator or "Gator" tank, part of a four squadron or "stick" of a larger invasion force heading for an opposed landing zone. Your squadron of eight boats carries your company, each boat in the squadron is called "a twig" and each Marine in the "Twig" is called "a leaf" and don't ask me to explain it all, I wasn't an "upper chain" bunny.
I'm attached to my brother's fire team, seven rabbits total sitting in seats arranged in two rows facing the tail end of the gator. On our left and right are larger "preds" (Predators). Some have M-14 rifles, Some Browning Auto Rifles, some are grenadiers with anti-tank rockets and bunker buster rockets. Bunnies carry magnum rifles or pistols. Nori's got his "BAR" rifle, Pow Pow has an M-14-B-1 sniper rifle, another Nori special tailor made for our very dangerous "shooter" bunny. Ori's the fire team grenadier...oh Frith give Ori something that explodes why don't you? Yet Ori's face is hard and focused on the Gator door, wonder if Owen dangled a spoon of castor oil across his face?
Owen is busy on his radio, scribbling away on his water proof note and sketch book..."The Raiders are on the beach!"...I watch him flash his sketch book at a lion leading the other company squad in our Gator and he flashes back a thumb...
"Bang!Bang!Bang! Bang!Bang!Bang! Bang!Bang!Bang!"
That's the two "Ma Deuce" 50 calibers going off in the gun rings up front, which means we're within a minute of landing. Owen grabs each bunny's shoulder and snarls encouragement..."The moment the ramp drops! Don't waste time! Run your legs off but keep track of where I'm at! Nori?! You stay on Dori's tail but don't go too far off unless he has too!"
I grip my short barreled "Snell" gun and feel Nori's big paw on my back. As I breath and blow out my mouth to stoke up courage and try to calm down.
We've been drilling our tails off for months at all hours of the day and night under every form of weather you can imagine from blistering how days to absolutely cold, rainy, snowy and miserable. My once soft and fluffy fur coat is looking raggy...yet we're all "raggy" and miserable rabbits so we're all happy not to be worse than any other bunny.
In the passing months, our submarines have surely been plying their death dealing trade in the Great Eastern Sea, the Kzinti rocket attacks have lessened somewhat but they haven't stopped. The naval shelling hasn't stopped, the Kibo-Buntai Express arrives like clock work at night though they've been caught by our subs from time to time and lost a ship or two.
They did try small unit attacks by sub launched boats in Tundra Town and had some success in planting I.E.D.'s around the Navy Yard and some of the factories. We learned it's difficult to take prisoners...all the Kzinti killed until they were shot to pieces and even then you weren't safe. One mammal thought trying to take the wallet of a dead Kzinti was a good idea...he didn't see the trip wire attached to it and it blew him into mush.
Our "kinfolk", as we bunnies all look at each other as family, have been busting tails and teeth in the shipyard and the factories pumping out "toys". I told you previously what a pissed off "ant farm" looks like? Well those hundreds of millions of pissed off bunnies were producing like crazy. They were managing to throw a boat down the slip ways every two weeks from drone subs to ships. I haven't seen any yet but at the moment I'm stuck in a stinking Gator tank heading to an opposed beach and I couldn't give a snit how many bunnies are "gang-flucking" a weld seam between steel plates.
The Zootopian Fleet Marines believe in the doctrine of "Rapid Dominance", achieving the objective by a swift and vicious employment of murdering force. First the "Swabs" (The Navy) "plows the road" ahead for us with naval artillery and barrage rockets, pin point accurate stuff to kill bunkers and entrenched shore guns...
The first Marines to hit the beach even before the start of the naval guns are the Otters...Otters sweep the beach line and the shallow surf for explosives and traps that would foul up the incoming boats. They also fake landings with concussion bombs and bursts of rifle fire to get the enemy focused on the wrong place. The distraction could prove fatal when the first combat Marines hit the beach.
The first wave of combat troops are the Raider Marines...all snarling, drooling wolves spun into a blood lust. These "Sons of Rome" love to boast their lineage back to the Lupinian legionares of old Zootopia but I won't argue with them, they're tough, mean looking bastards. The Raiders are armed with light weapons, a few grenades and a nasty long K-BAR knife. They're wolves conditioned for "speed and swarm" assault. Covering the landing beach in huge feral packs, they will hopefully "end-run" around to the rear of the opposing force and get in their "tail holes". Now the bastards have to deal with that problem and the second wave that's coming towards the beach.
The landing whistle blows...thirty seconds to the beach and everyone is on their feet or gripping the side rails of the "Gator". Larger Marines will vault over the sides. smaller go out the back ramp. I dig my feet into the steel floor and get ready to haul my furry fat butt and my heavy "corps-mammal" pack onto the beach. Aside me, Nori nuzzles my cheek and pulls me close to his side...
"Don't become a pain in my tush please?" I beg him.
"I know what to do." Nori replies.
"Feeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!" The landing whistle sounds and out we go! Rabbits fly out over the back ramp and big "preds" leap out of the Gator over the side walls and things get crazy! No time to "skylark" and watch the landing of other "Gators" and the Marines to your left and right, all you can think about is...where's Owen, where's the fire team, where's our concentration and where is the flucken enemy!
"Medic!" A scream sounds not far to my left. I quick check glance, a wolf has gone down, no medic going for him so I run with Nori on my ass! We snatch the down canid and drag his ass into a defilade (Def-fil-aid) a protective spot against shots where I quickly assess him, stabilize him and grab a "baggy" (A "baggy" is a stretcher team or single Marine) to scoop him up and get him out of danger. We then bolt back to Owen's fire team as they take on an opposed bunker not cleared by the "hell drop" from the fleet artillery.
Ori pops up with a tube'd rocket launcher in his paws..."CLEAR FRONT!" He screams and he cuts loose with a shot that flies through the gun slit and "BOOMS!" inside the pill box!
"Good shot!" Owen says as he slaps Ori's back. Owen radios the Captain an update and we're off running again! Four Marines rush forward with three waiting to pour suppression fire over our heads then those four bunnies pass us by while we support them. Sorry, I mean while others support them because I can't be involved in offensive shooting.
"Medic!" There's another scream to my right this time, actually two screams. It's not far off so Nori and I bolt into a shell hole where two Marines are laying (A jaguar and a Cheetah) wounded. The "Jag's" not going to make it...by the way if you were wondering? This was just a rehearsal exercise not a real landing. Give the "Jag" a red ampule and treat the Cheetah who's got "shell shock". For shock you sedate and "bag-out" then keep going to stay with the fire team as they roll past the opposition's front line.
By this time the third wave with the "gun bunnies" has hit the beach and they're furiously working to get their guns up and "banging" onto the "Opfor" (Opposing Forces) to prevent a counter attack...
"BABOOM!BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! "
The "Ten-Fives" start cutting loose! Just a few at first and soon a torrent of cannons are banging away with a rolling barrage of "lay down" dropping one hundred yards in front of us as we "top" over a sand berm and clear a trench under our feet!
"Hold! Hold! Hold!" Owen snaps as he waves his paw and stops us from going farther until the company comes up on our flanks. "Yes Sir!" Owen replies to the Captain. "Everyone slack off, that was a good run." Owen says as he pulls his helmet off and flops down on the trench floor. I pull my medical pack off and lean against the trench wall with Nori going feral next to me and scratching his ears like mad...
"Ouch! I think I got sand mites crawling in my ears! Grrrr..." Nori growls as he kicks his head like crazy.
"Cut it out?" I ask as I check his ears out. "Sheesh "Bear Bear" do a better job of keeping your floppy's clean and you won't have this problem." I say as I rummage through my pack for a bottle of ear cleaner medication. Being honest? We rabbits always neglect our ears for some reason when we groom which leads to "water-flop" and nasty infections.
"So..." Powen says as he sits down. "Scuttle butt says we might go on the offensive and deploy soon."
"Where did you get that?" Nori snorted. "Wilma's wool house?"
"No." Powen replied with his usual placidness. "I got a tip from Joncy who works in HQ. We'll have an invasion fleet ready for standing in about seventy days. The Kzinti merchant marine is getting slammed hard so their supplies are only trickling in to most of their occupied lands and possessions."
Nori snorted back. "I still think it's all bull snit. Owen?"
Owen looked at Powen and smiled. "He's close...but we don't have a time table yet."
"Will we get leave before we have to deploy?" I asked.
"We should." Owen replied. "I'm trying to keep Jackie up to date so he can plan his official ceremony and we can all have time with Ma and Paw but things are fluid from day to day."
"Not like we get a whole lot of news these days." Nori said as he ran a cleaning brush through his BAR rifle. "Wonder if we're doing any "Secret Squirrel" spy stiff? You know? Sabotage and making life miserable for the Zins?"
"We had Marines in the "Outbacks" before all this started." Powen said. "Hopefully they're still alive."
"Don't count otters out." Owen said. "They're resourceful tough little bastards. Just hope the Kzinti can't swim like most tigers...at least not good enough to catch an otter."
All I thought about at the moment? Breakfast. I pulled a breakfast ration "stack" from my bag and started "chewing" out of the separated cans. Ration stacks came in three cans with breakfast usually consisting of a pastry/veggie/egg combination, a can of coffee or tea and a can of biscuit or corn bread. Marine ration stacks are always tailored to a specific species and a sub-set of species such as Bunnies are "B rats" , Canid's are "C rats" and Mustalde are "M rats". Wolves for instance eat "C/1 rats" dogs eat "C/2 rats" and so on like that.
Often if you get three or four Marines together, you can pool your "rats" into a single collective dish or soup or salad everyone can eat from and everyone always brings things like extra spice or sauce or dried powders to "tang" up the edibles.
Ori pulled a small battery powered hot plate from his pack and we all boiled coffee on it, which was nice. I swear Ori knows how to "pack rat stuff" his "ruck" with neat gadgets. Soon the whole fire team was enjoying coffee and "shooting the snit" while we waited for the next round of training...
So you had Owen, Pow Pow, Nori, ori and three other bunnies in Owen's fire team. Corperal Case Vandriver, A black and tan rabbit, was from Dearbrook County. he was an M-1 Carbine rifle rabbit, so too was Walter Ramsey, a Khaki colored March Hare PFC from the Marshlands. The last was Corperal Zed Blitich, A tri-color Brown and white bunny from Aden Burrough who was Owen's com-radio and artillery clock watcher who took information, made sure it was good and then called in the big guns on targets. Like all other rabbit centered fire teams, Owen's was an advanced artillery spotting scout patrol, the tip of the spear and the first to make enemy contact which would be extremely dangerous.
"Thanks for the hot coffee Ori." Blitich said joyfully as he sat sipping his coffee from his steel cup. "Bitch", obviously he was going to get that nickname, looked at Nori's cup with a little envy..."Nori? Where did you get that cup?"
"Won it during boot camp from a bet." Nori said as he petted his cup. "I did the etching on it myself."
"Sweet!" "Bitch" said as he pointed. "Can you do mine?"
"Sure." Nori said. "It'll cost though...Say? Fifty Zoo Bucks?"
"Why not?" "Bitch" replied. "All I want is the Marine emblem and my name on it."
Case put a song on his smart phone..."Savanna Highway" and we all relaxed...probably the first un-nerved moment of contentment we all had since the start of "The Snit". It was then that Captain Oakley came walking up and sat on the edge of the trench smirking at us...
"What the hell do you bunnies think this is? Summer camp?" Oakley asked us.
I looked around and scratched my head..."I'm gonna shoot that fricken travel agent."
The Captain giggled and pulled out a piece of paper. "I have a surprise for you Corperal Hopps...approved chit for marriage Doc."
I jumped up and snatched the request chit with a happy yelp! "Sir! Thank you! Thank you so much!"
Nori slapped my back. "Something to celebrate!"
"When Dori?" Owen asked as he took my paw.
"Let him breath?" Powen said as he shooshed Owen and Nori off me. "My advice? Get a quick service. Skip all the formality."
"But? I have a wedding dress for Linzi all picked out." I said.
"Didn't say she couldn't wear it." Powen replied. "But why waste time planning some big thing? Just get a parson and get it legal. You never know? You could get killed by tomorrow morning."
Owen jumped Powen's "snit"..."What kind of bull snit talk is that Pow Pow?!"
"It's logical sense." Powen said calmly. "Did you want me to lie?"
"He is right Owen." I said. "Now that I have the chit? I shouldn't waste time...especially with Dad. When we go on leave? I'll do it in Mom and Dad's house with the parson. Nothing big and crazy."
Owen relaxed..."You do what you think is best Dori but you better not screw up with her!"
Nori yelped..."Wow! That's being charitable and confident Owen? Dick head."
Ori snickered at me. "Yeah...how do we know you won't run off with that fox tail?"
"Grow up Ori?!" I snarled as I pushed Ori off me.
The Captain stood up and waved his paws..."I see where this is going so I'm leaving. Congratulations Corporal Hopps. And about that fox tail? I'm not asking so don't you tell."
I flustered..."What the heck?! There's nothing going on between myself and my friend Toshiro ok?! Nothing! Everyone knows about the lure of fox tails ok? So I'm not immune! Big stupid deal! At least I don't hide stuff like Ori! You freak show."
Ramsey waved a paw around. "I sleep with a faux fox tail every now and then, anyone want their tail kicked? I understand why foxes are so enamored to their tails...sheesh...I see nothing grossly perverted in having a full body cuddle tail...specially when you're stuck with a gang of "tail butt holes" who snore like fricken drunk elephants."
"I don't snore like that?!" Nori huffed.
"Yeah...you do." Owen replied.
"Sarge? You make the dead scream bloody murder." Case huffed. "And what's this?" Case asked as he flopped onto his stomach and hiked his butt off the ground. "What do you call this position when you sleep Sarge? What the hell are you humping?"
We all busted out guts laughing! "I'm serious mammals!" Case giggled. "Sarge is like this when he sleeps! His back legs are like he's trying to dig a hole in the mattress!"
Owen snorted..."You're begging to be on snit cleaning duty for a month you wise ass."
"But you sleep like that!" Case yelped as he pointed. "You do Sarge!"
Powen sat calmly drawing in the dirt of the trench floor. "Owen has what you call "latent nippular fixation"
Ori snapped his head around..."Do what the fluck?"
"Owen has "LNF"." Powen replied. "He has teet sucking fantasies."
I laughed..."If you have LNF...take "Suck-sepress"..."Suck-sepress" will quiet the urges to nurse. Side effects include...excessive masturbation, flappy lips..."
"Frith damn it!" Nori yelped as he blew coffee from his nose and sat coughing and gasping..."Dori you son of a hutch bunny!"
"I do not sleep like that." Owen snorted. "You giggling bastards will do a five mile in full packs if you don't shut up."
Powen wrapped an arm around Owen and snuggled him. "We love you despite your hang ups brother."
Owen looked around and saw Marines climbing out of the trench line. "Ok! Get your stuff "policed" up and get ready to move out. And don't make me start spilling the flood gates over the rest of you!"
We made our way to join the Captain and the rest of the company as Nori wrapped an arm around my shoulder..."So who's the best mammal?"
"Toshiro." I replied. "I promised him actually. You're not upset with me are you?" I asked. "Normally a best mammal is not a member of the family. I didn't mean to slight you "Bear Bear"."
"Bah!" Nori replied. "So you chose a fox? Who am I to object? But? Do I have a part?"
I smiled..."Ribbon binder." I said. "I want you to seal our vows."
Normally in a rabbit wedding, it's the grooms father who seals vows with wrapping a ribbon and speaking words binding the married to each other but given Dad's condition...
Nori was obviously deeply touched. He teared up..."Who else would I ask Nori? Sheesh...you shouldn't be this surprised?!"
Nori wiped his face. "Guess not huh? Oh Frith I am so lousy at writing speeches..."
I hugged Nori..."Like I care how you say it? Anything you say will be perfectly suiting you big fluff ball."
We gathered with the rest of the Company as the Captain finished laying out a big map of the Great Eastern Sea which displayed all the countries from Zotoopia at the western edge of the map to the Kzinti home islands at the far eastern end of the map with all the affected countries and islands involved in this conflict...
"This is going on with the other Company commanders." Oakley said. "We received an update on the current sea wide state of affairs as they've progressed since last October. Much of this information is "rehashing" of course."
Oakley walked over the big map with a retractable pointer. "The Kzinti unleashed a powerful naval and troop offensive across the whole Great Eastern Sea. They currently hold the Outback Islands but the Marine otters we deployed there are giving the Kzinti hell. The Kzinti hold Madagascar and have driven the population into the marshes and swampy regions but somehow King Julian is holding on. The Kzinti have taken Fox Mundy Island. Boar-neo Island. Most of the islands and atolls of the central Great Easern Sea and have two huge bases on Roya Island and Wotje Atoll from which they have been shooting their rockets at us. We've gotten reports of massacres, especially on the Outbacks where the Kzinti are taking reprisals for attacks by our otters upon the population. We don't know how many but they're tortured and brutally killed many marsupials and roos...including using baby roos and kowala...as... ummmmmmm...chew toys and bayonet bait."
We got pissed...sounds of "f-them" and "f'ing kill them" flowed through the Company till Oakley raised a paw...
"Enough of that Marines. I've warned you about allowing your bestial sides to come out. None of this information has been confirmed yet. Keep your professionalism...though I know it's going to be hard to do so if we find out these stories are true."
Oakley say on his map and tapped the pointer around him. "As far as the rockets are concerned? Our submarines have been reducing the numbers by choking the snit out of the Kzinti supply lines but the losses in drones have been heavy...the Kzinti mobile fleet is very good at submarine killing apparently. We've been lucky to replace our loses fast enough just to keep pace. Of course as you've all experienced? We're so far unable to stop the Kzinti "express", their powerful mobile fleet from cruising off Sahara Square and cutting loose a few barrages like clock work. Some times we get lucky? Some times less so."
A cougar raised his paw..."Sir? When the hell are we going to get into the fight? I keep hearing we're pumping out ships and stuff like crazy yet none of us are seeing anything! Yeah maybe the rockets are coming less but their still coming! My family hasn't been out of a cave in months! Some of our family members are turning feral up in the North County! How long can any of us be expected to put up with this snit?!"
The complaining and frustrations flowed out, which is actually a good thing. Pent up snit gets mammals killed both in training as well as combat. And as you might expect? There were more than few angry words exchanged. a few paws thrown, claw swipes made and angry bites on ears and tails accomplished before Oakley resorted to "decking" a lion that dared to roar in his face when he told the feline to calm down...no one expected a rabbit to clobber a lion unconscious...
"Doc?" Oakley gestured to me. "Make sure I didn't concuss the snit out of him please?"
I passed a smelling salt under the poor lion's nose and he sat up holding his paw over an eye...
"You all right Sargent?" Oakly asked to the lion.
"Yes Sir." The Lion replied. "Bit off a bit too much huh?"
"Save it for the enemy." Oakley replied with a smile. "The rest of you? Seems obvious to me that you need the rest of the day to "center the spirits" so to speak. Morning training operations are done. You have the rest of the day to "police" around the compound till three o'clock then you can go out and drain your frustrations on the "Haunch" provided I'm satisfied with how the compound looks. But be back by midnight if I let you go and no one end up in the lock up or so help you. Am I clear?"
"Yes Sir!" We replied. But you don't just run back and get started...oh no...you have to run back to the compound with packs and rifles. Oh Frith! Incoming rockets! Find place to get prone on your stomach, helmet tight over your head, pack to protect the back and the vitals...
"BOOM!"
A close one..."Medic!"...a scream calls out! Two of us reach the screamer, a horse, and check him out. Only burnt, a hot piece of "shrap" found a lucky shot in the arm gap of the horse's flack vest and dug shallow into his arm pit. A minor wound with a 1st degree burn. No one else hurt so we press on back to the compound.
Back in our hooch, Owen and his fire team are trying to race through everything to get done. Leave it to me to be a real pain in the ass...
"You're foot locker's not right Ori." I snorted. "Dump your stuff out and redo it."
"What do you mean it's not right?" Ori asked me. "It's by the field manual."
I took the manual from Ori and turned it right side up. "You're not looking at the picture right."
"Oh Frith all to hell." Ori snorted. "Why do we have to act like we're still boot campers?"
"Anyone care to answer my brother's complaints?" Owen asked everyone else.
"Because!" Everyone replied. "We're told too!"
Owen petted Ori's head. "And there's your answer." He said smiling.
Powen came up to Owen and gestured to me..."Bachelor party?" He asked him.
"Now wait a second?" I demanded. "I haven't done anything yet. Linzi doesn't know the chit was approved. I need time to get stuff arranged..."
Powen said calmly..."You'll have all the prep time you need after "we"...your brothers...throw you a deserving bachelor party. You're the first of us to get hitched and who knows if we'll even get a chance to give out a proper bachelor party after you. So like it or not? We're going to take you out and send you off into the captivity of "Mate-tra-mony" well sloshed, well seasoned and hopefully, and thank Frith you're a "corps-mammal" because you certainly can clean your own genitals, hopefully...free of venereal diseases.
"Yeah...like colly flower penal head. Explain that gross eyesore to Linzi." Nori snickered.
I was a little worried seeing my brother's faces, like a bunch of rabbits that contracted rabies who looked at me as if I was a choice meal. I got the feeling we were going to get into trouble.
"Don't worry Brother." Ori snickered. "We won't bruise you...a lot."
"Guys?" I pleaded. "At least let me tell Linzi first?"
The others looked at each other..."ok." Powen said. "But don't tell her about your "batch". We have to plan and plot on the fly here and remember? It's a private affair, she's not allowed."
I dialed her number and walked outside the "hooch"...
"Hi..." She said.
"Hi..." I replied. "Guess what? My chit got approved!"
The next thing I heard was screaming, bouncing, my sister Judy trying to control Linzi's insanity...
"Oh Frith! Oh Frith!" Linzi yelped. "When? When? When?"
"Linzi? Calm down..." I begged. "Sheesh, did you destroy anything bouncing around?"
"Congrats Doctor." Judy's voice sounded.
"Thanks Sis." I replied. "I need to set a date. I want to have the service at Mom and Dad's house...nothing big, just the Parson and us."
"I'll call Mom and fix it up." Judy replied. "How's the others?"
"We're all good." I said. "We've got evening passes to go out tonight. Is Jackson still in Tundra Town?"
"His ship will be out of dry dock in another week. Ugh...I'm all pins and pricks again..." Judy worried.
"I'll drag him with us to the service when I get it arranged, hopefully he can make it with Darla. Oh! Put Linzi back on again? I have to get back to cleaning things for inspection."
"I'm calm now." Linzi said. She still sounded excited. "Where's our honeymoon going to be?"
"I'm working on it, trust me." I replied. "Knowing you? It'll be at the Mystic Gardens."
"If it doesn't get blasted into orbit." Linzi replied. "Yax should be finished with his underground tranquility bunker by then?" Linzi said seductively. "Judy and Nick have been...you know? Perking the pot?"
I shook my head and winced. I could only assume what deviant and perverse ideas were shooting from those two brains..."I am not doing a three prey, one pred "gang bang" on our nuptial night."
"I want some of our first time to be a little teasing and exciting." Linzi snickered.
"You excite me like a rocket without assistance you devil you." I said snickering back. "sigh...but? I must ensure your happiness right?"
Linzi clapped furiously...which made me think of how thick they could make a "rabbit rubber" so I wouldn't "goof" in my moment of losing my fricken mind no matter what she cooked up.
"I love you." She said softly and sweet.
"I love you." I replied trying not to choke up. "See you soon ok?"
Powen came up as I finished the call..."You ok? Unlock your legs bro or you'll face plant."
"Ugh...I can't believe I'm getting married Pow Pow...Do I look too young to be married?"
"No." Powen replied. "Your fur looks matty and you stink. Sheesh and I thought "Docs" were supposed to be expert hygienists? You need to shower before inspection."
I had flies banging off my stomach wall..."I dunno Powen...I don't know if I'll be a good husband..."
Powen slapped my stomach..."You're no different than Daddy. You think Daddy was ready?" Powen looked around for a moment..."Daddy and Mama had a shot gun wedding."
"What?" I replied shocked.
"Oh yeah." Powen said. "They were young...really young...you know how it goes? Barn...hay...boing, bonk,boing..."What are you doin with my daughter boy?!"..."chock, chock!"..."Uh? Yes I do because I have a shotgun in my nuts!"...trust me...Mama and Daddy were much less ready than you are so you're in good company with the jitters. Besides? If you think we would let our brood mate fail in the sacred bond of mate-tra-mony and fatherhood? Guess again. Something else Daddy didn't have holding his behind in check."
Powen rubbed his paw over my head. "Now shut up and get square so we can get the inspection over and go party you dufus."
To be honest? The thought was so overwhelming...I puked in the shower. After which I felt much better. I can't believe any other mammal didn't go through the same gut churning experience...then again there wasn't a war on at the time most mammals found a mate to hitch to for life.
Inspection over with the Captain sounding very pleased, we quickly got into our "civs" (civilian attire) and caught the base transport to the auxiliary gate where outside lay..."The Haunch"...
Frith damn it! One mile to the gate and the "Kzinti express" makes the usual milk run! Out of the bus! Into a ditch!...
KABOOM!
A fourteen inch naval shell lands close and sends the bus airborne! It cartwheels over our ditch and lands...
On a Sycamore tree.
"SCORE MOTHER FLUCKER!" Ori screams as he stands up and throws his arms up like he's a hooligan at a soccer match! We all looked at him, shaking our heads.
"You? are not normal at all." Owen snorted.
"You're the one that lets him shoot tank rockets there oh Captain Brilliant ass." Nori huffed at Owen.
"Uh? Doesn't this change plans a little bit?" I asked the rest. "I mean? Guys? Our ride's been thrown onto a tree?"
"Nope." Nori replied snickering. "Unless you want us to offer you to the Kzinti to stop the shelling?"
Powen snorted..."He's a butt ugly virgin."
"Do you think the Kzinti would care?" Nori snickered.
We walked the rest of the way to the "Aux" gate once the Kzinti stopped their shooting and made our way through the "Haunch". The red light district had...since the start of things...quickly grasped the concept of innovation to continue operations as normal. Everything had gone underground for the most part, the "mamma-sans", "madams" and "hutch" owners took the ideas of the Fleet Marines to make their night clubs out of bunkers with names like "Rabid hole" "Box a Chocks" and "Bunk and Gurs".
Here a young Marine could get stripped of their basic paycheck, Six hundred Zoo bucks for a "booty" or "non_com", to get snit faced drunk, get their "Wild Oats" sewn and perhaps win the lucky lottery for the morning "clap line" and the unpleasant rifle barrel swab by yours truly...which I don't like to do at all mind you. Not the best way to start off coffee and carrot cake in the morning.
Owen led the way as we passed by noisy club after noisy club until we stopped at a bar called "Zing-a-pour Slings"
"Walaah" Owen gestured. "Who's paying for Dori's cover charge here?"
Ori waved a paw. "Got it!"
We walked down the steps to the thick hanging ballistic curtains and walked into a blinding, flashing atmosphere of disco lights and loud music. I was flash blinded for a moment and stood rubbing my eyes free of tears...
And then I came face to face with a set of bouncing testicles...how's that for a nice party gift? Here's an eight point deer buck with a doe on his lap, not a concern in the world because this "Bambi" is slobering drunk and doesn't care who might be watching him screw this female deer silly...
I patted a leg and smiled at him..."Alright! Way to rut there Bucky Boy!"
The deer looked down at me and said..."Thanks a lot. Fluck! Fluck she's so choice."
Come on...I'm a corps-mammal...of course I'm going to notice. "Clap! Clap! Clap!" I started clapping my paws together and looked at my brothers and got them clapping and smiling at the buck too, but not because he's "scoring"...
"Thanks a lot dudes!" Bambi yelped at us totally sloshed out of his mind.
"I'm afraid you don't get it there "Prancer"." I said to the buck. "We're not clapping for you? We're telling you that you just caught drippy dick. She's puss'ing a nice shade of green down there and you seem to think we corps-mammals are joking about using condoms."
The drunk buck stopped his progress...looked at me and snarled a "snit" from his snoot.
"You might as well keep going there "Prancer"." I said..."To late to stop now."
You know how we corps-mammals feel when we keep seeing mammals blow off our advice and end up in the "clap line" the next day? We get a little "miffed"...
"Owen?" I huffed. "I need a stupid microphone."
Owen walked over to the bar, got a microphone from the bunny standing on the counter and came back with it as I climbed onto a table...
"Can I please have some attention?!" I spoke to the club crowd. "Excuse me? Can I have some of your time please?" I said as I waved...
"I don't know how many Marines or maybe Sailors we have here tonight but I first want to identify myself to all of you as a Marine Corps-mammal. Everyone clap for "Bambi" over there because he just caught a sexually transmitted disease...and that doe needs to get tested. By the way? Does she work here too?"
The male rabbit behind the bar who owned the bunker club, his name was "Big Wig" replied..."Nope. Not one of my "stables" (stable equals "a hooker")
"Is there anyone in here with just a little smit of common sense? If you're told to protect yourself? Please protect yourself? How can you fight the Kzinti if you're...you know? If your "Zinger beads" are pissing molten lava?..."
Mammals are laughing their butts off..."I'm serious damn it! If you want to go ahead and catch something ten times nastier than what "Bambi" over there is going to end up with?! Keep being that stupid! Trust me everyone...we don't show all of the pictures we have in hygiene training. Your risk will be the Kzinti's fricken reward because while you're "screaming from your reaming"? One of your buddies will end up dead because of you!"
That got the whole place quiet..."Guess I made myself clear enough huh? Well this about trashed my bachelor party, sorry I even show'd an ounce of caring about everyone else."
I got applause as I climbed down from the table..."Nah..." Nori said as he thumped me off the chin..."I don't think you trashed it. We haven't even started yet."
Owen snatched my paw and dragged me over to the bar..."Hey Heisenflay!" He yelped to a female rabbit who was pouring drinks...
"Owen!" She replied happily as she gave Owen a hug. "And how are you this evening?"
Owen wrapped an arm around my shoulders..."Heisenflay? This is Dori, my brother. He's getting married soon."
"He looks nothing like you." Heisenflay said. "No wonder you can't pick up a female Owen...he stole all the good traits."
"Very funny girl." Owen snorted back. "We're giving Dori his "batch" party...is? Is "Shen Shen" around?" Owen asked with an evil wink.
"Yes she is." Heisenflay replied. "What are you asking for?"
Owen snickered at me..."The dance of the seven dirty veils. Oh yeah...a round for our table please?"
Owen snatched me by my shirt and dragged me towards our table where Powen and Nori held a rope in their paws...
"Uh? What are you guys planning?!" I panic'd as Owen and Ori muscled me into a chair and started pulling my clothes off!
"HEY!" I screetched! "THIS ISN'T FUNNY! CUT IT OUT YOU CRAZY DUMB ASSES!"
There I was...stripped to my shorts, lashed to a chair with my four siblings snickering and chuckling at me! Owen snatched up a beer mug and waved it under my mouth..."Chuggy, Chuggy lucky bunny. Open up?"
"What are you crazy..."Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp..."
Powen snickered..."Better be careful Owen. He is a light weight you know?"
"Time to come out of your sheltered little space brother." Nori said smiling in my face. "We've kept you protected for too long."
Owen stood waving his paws at all the mammals around the club. "Hey everyone! This poor bound bunny lacking his apparel is our dear brood mate Dori Hopps who will soon be bound in the bliss of "Mate-tra-mony"! This is his bachelor party!"
Everyone clapped and giggled at my plight..."Owen? If you untie me right now? I swear I'll kill you faster than the rest."
"I wouldn't dream of denying my brother his life long fantasy now would I?" Owen replied snickering. "My friends! In honor of our brood brother loosing his cherry, we're going to full fill his life long fantasy tonight. Introducing "Shen Shen" and the dirty dance of the seven veils!
And what pops out from behind the bar? A knock out...gorgeous...wonderfully groomed and exotic female English Red fox dressed in hot pink panties, pasties over her nipples and wearing seven see through veils...
I'm sure you've figured it out by now that I have a weakness for foxes right? Especially their tails and this female's tail was gorgeously soft. I was struggling in the chair to keep the "mighty bunny red wood" from "busting through the brush" you know...oh snit.
She didn't say a word...damn she didn't have to say snit. "Predator and Pray" nothing...looking into those beautiful eyes I want her to pick me up and swallow me in a gulp! She could do whatever she desired with my fluffy butt as far as I was concerned at that moment...
Tenderly she gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek and whispered in hushed "fox yip" into my ear as he paw brushed over my "Kitten maker"...Son of a fricken hutch bunny!"
Ori snickered at Nori..."Sheesh...he is gifted! And I thought we kept him sheltered so much, it wouldn't be visible."
"Don't know who I feel worse for." Nori snorted. "Dori or the chair he's abusing. YOU'RE HUMPING AIR STUPID!"
"How you feeling Dori?" Powen asked.
"Maanah...nah...nah...ulp...wa...wa..." Don't ask me what I was saying, my lips were conspiring against me I swear.
"Shen Shen" danced around me dropping one veil after another over me as she rubbed around my body and caressed me with that soft, lush fox tail. I was losing my ever loving rabbit mind!
Finally...the last veil was draped over my head and I was in a serious orbit, just on the verge of getting an edge...what a crazy fricken party!
Until she dropped her panties and I saw a set of nuts...
"OH FLUCK!" I panic'd! 'OH SNIT!" I yelped! The chair toppled over and crashed to the floor as the whole place exploded in laughter!
"SURPRISE DORI!" Toshiro barked as he caught a towel from "Big Wig" and wrapped it around himself! He stood over me and dangled the fake female breasts in my face. "Gee Dori?! I didn't know I was your type?!"
Serious embarrassment, let me tell you I was hopping angry! I'm in a packed night club, in my shorts and just got "edged close" by a transvestite fox! I was freaking angry!...until Toshi placed a box in my paws...
"A gift from me to you and the new bride. And you shut up Dori." Toshiro said as he sat me back up and untied me...
And inside the box was a pair of wedding rings. I looked at Toshiro and wanted to give them back...
"No! No...shut up and accept them." Toshiro said as he picked me up into a hug..."Congrats Dori, you lucky bunny!"
Toshiro then posed like a female..."So? Am I a hot nurse or what?"
I pushed on him. "You crazy fox! And fluck the rest of you!" I snapped at my brothers!
"Did you see his face?" Ori said with a soft smile..."Sigh...young love."
"Are those rings for him and Linzi or for him and that tail?" Owen asked.
"You're all lucky I don't stay pissed too long! When did you call Toshiro?" I asked.
"When I told you to shower." Nori replied. "We didn't have a whole lot of time to cook this scheme up you know? But it's all good brother, we're all happy for you, you know that?"
Owen pointed a paw finger in my nose..."You? You just make sure she has a wonderful first night." He then turned to the others. "Come on you guys, pony up the cash. Nori? Pull out that "Furry's of Bunnywood" catalog. We? Yours truely my dear brother...we are going to put together her little "fun package" for the first night "festivs" as is our perogative...well? Maybe not Ori because you know? He's a sick little flucker."
I'm not going to describe what my brothers created...that's my secret.
End of Chapter 11