Chapter 1- Boot Camp
Think world war two with ponies. morning. that most dreadful time of day, the part where your alarm or mother tells you that you need to begin it.
'The Struggle' - Chapter 1
**_THE STRUGGLE; Chapter 1_** **_By Nikita._** **_FA:_** **_SOFURRY: [https://snow-flake-1.sofurry.com/](https://snow-flake-1.sofurry.com/)_** **_----_** Snow Flake: © Nikita. _The Struggle_: © Nikita * * * Author's Note: This story is really...
THE FRONT: PART 1
The trench was damp, and littered with shell casings, and empty ration tins, and as Scott splashed into the ankle deep mud, several men looked up at him from dugouts, small rooms carved into the sides of the trench. "Replacement." One of them said...
THE FRONT: PART 10
The rain continued, pouring down in a seemingly endless shower. It was cold and even Scott's thick fur wasnt doing much to help keep him warm. He was worried, he didn't want Wynter to die, if he did then he would become a sergeant, and Scott dreaded...
THE FRONT: PART 2
Scott awoke in the dim confines of a dugout, the failing light of late evening spilled through the opening hole and Scott blinked several times to adjust his vision. Wynter was talking to a medic outside, a young rabbit who looked like he'd rather be...
THE FRONT: PART 6
Scott didn't know how long the battle lasted after the lieutenant rescued him, but eventually the screams, and the dreadful artillery blasts quieted and soon all was quiet except for the occasional moan from the odd wounded anthro left alive by the...
One hundred and One, falling out of the sky
I stare at my reflection, lightly shown in the window due to the dimness inside our carrier. I lift the dog tags from around my neck, Seargent Buck Ross was imprinted on them. Might lose these today, I think to myself, Staring at the Dark green Iguana...
THE FRONT: PART 4
The rain resumed again, and the steady tapping noise only served to shatter Scott's nerves further. He raised his rifle and pointed it through the parapet slit and used the barrel to knock the decaying arm out of sight. That made him feel slightly...
THE FRONT: PART 7
"You my friend, are lucky, the shrapnel merely tore some skin and fur away, however you did have minor stage hypothermia so we are keeping you for observation." Scott nodded, his wounds were bandaged up and he was lying on a cot, knowing with a sort...
Wake-Up Call - Part of a larger story
Before you read, this is part of a larger story I've been working on. These two chapters are part of my entry for a contest on another forum, I've been wanting to post on SoFurry for a long time so, here ya go. _There it was again, that...
Red Storm
May, 1926 Tula, Soviet Union A young wolf ran through the fields of his father's farm, without a single care in the world. He ran, but occasionally stopped for the random shenanigans young 5-year olds do. He stooped when he noticed his father come out...
THE FRONT: PART 3
The dark wrapped around Scott like a cloak, and although his ears were pricked all the way up, and although there was practically no noise Scott was still sure that there were Germans in the dark, waiting for the right moment to pounce and slit his...