Title:           Watersatyr Down
Author:          CYOA_AiE
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First Edit:      Thursday 12th of May 2016 12:55:27 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Thursday 23rd of June 2016 10:40:50 AM CDT

>(“From a young age we are taught two things, one, our place in this world, and two, the teachings of our Great Father. In our warren that spans many miles we each have our own roles to fulfill. As for me, I’m what you call a patroller.”)
>The sea of green grass ripples like waves as the wind blows a cooling breeze against the young bunny-girl satyr’s face. She takes in a pleasant scent and closes her eyes before hearing a yell “Hey! Flatfoot!”
>Broken from her daydream the young bunny-girl satyr replies annoyed ”What do you want Clover?!” She asks as another bunny-girl hops over landing with a loud thud.
>”Breaktime is over, time to get back to patrol.”
>”Ugh, fine.” She sighs getting up and fixing her olive green uniform, limbering up she cracks some bones and fixes her matching beret. Taking a deep breath, she leaps forward and into action.
>Her massive padded white feet pick up momentum as the bunny satyr girl follows behind. As they run through the clearing, other bunny satyrs emerge from the grass and follow.
>What was a team of two becomes a squad of twenty as they run in a singular purpose to a wooded area. Ducking, leaping, and sliding through the never ending bark, they reach a sharp incline before coming to a stop.
>One of the bunny girls squats down with labored breath as her teammate comes up and unscrews a canteen “You’re doing good rookie, just remember to breathe through your nose and not your mouth.”
>Making no reply the tired bunny greedily grabs the canteen and gulps down the water before stopping to cough as some of the onlookers laugh.
>Not far off Flatfoot and Clover look over a partially drawn map together, Clover produces a crudely fashioned pencil and scribbles the incline on to the map. “There, now we know what’s past this forest. Should we see what’s on the bottom of this incline?”
>”No it’s too dangerous. We’ll head home and come back next week with the proper gear.”
 
>Clover nods as she heads back and whistles “All right pack it up ladies! We’re heading back to the warren!”
>The morale of the squad was lifted upon hearing they would be returning back, it wasn’t uncommon for patrols to last weeks but that wouldn’t be the case today.
>The journey back was long and hard, but spirits still ran high as everyone was happy to just go back home. Upon reaching the edge of the warren, all the girls give shit eating grins and run happily to their home completely out of formation.
>Like a band of giggling school girls, they all gossip, and snicker as they hurry down the halls to their living quarters.
>Taking a sharp right turn, they enter the showers. Forming a line they undress while walking and tossing their dirty fatigues into a large hamper.
>One by one the showerheads turn on as the bunny girls let the steamy water pelt their petite figures. One thing all patrollers share in common was slender forms and tiny busts, much needed requirements for squeezing through cracks and crevices during patrols.
>The water slides down each of their curves as they slowly run their hands along their bodies, taking special care to clean every neglected nook and cranny over the days out on patrol.
>Relief quickly set in as they felt clean for the first time in what felt like an eternity. As the different bunnies lather and rinse, Flatfoot exhales happily walking out of the shower room. Her tight little silver short shorts sway from side to side as she walks down the hall.
>Passing burrow after burrow, she reaches one and swings the large wooden door open entering her room. Tossing her towel to the side she goes over to her bed and crawls on it before resting on her back and sighing restfully.
>It wasn’t long before a familiar throbbing returns, she winces a bit rubbing her thighs together before her hands slowly make their way to her shorts.
 
>With little moans and groans she massages her clitoral area back and forth, rubbing large lumps of flesh against the fabric of her shorts.
>Not satisfied, she quickly shimmies down her shorts to her knees and plunges three fingers into herself. Slow panting quickens to steady gasps as she teases her entrance in and out, in and out.
>Nearing completion she bites her lip and squeezes her legs together before moaning out an orgasm. Her pussy contracts in vain without any male to milk but comes to a crawl as she half asses sliding back on her shorts.
>Idly playing with herself, she leans on her side and gets comfy as she slowly drifts into sleep “I’d give anything to be a breeder.” She mutters before resting.
>Today was another day for Patrol Team 6.
 
>(“The Warren”) Was a catchall term for the homes in which a bunny was raised, but in truth there were many warrens spread throughout the land. Some were better at a task than others, for this particular warren was great at two things, solider and food production.
>It is often joked among the citizens that the secret to raising a good solider is a steady diet of good home cooked meals, but the truth is a little more mundane.
>As the sun rises along the land the clashing of steel and the forceful grunts of men can be heard. Training began bright and early for the males of the Eastern Warren. Instead of textbooks and sacked lunches, the boys would ready their wooden swords and shields before heading off to the outskirts of town.
>Today was an introduction to steel weapons led by Captain Olive Branch, a fierce and skilled solider with a thick faded black coat and matching beard. Though starting off as an ordinary foot solider, his talents with a sword quickly raised him through the ranks.
>With such qualifications, it was a seriously lopsided match as the young kit against him wildly swings his sword.
>In the crowd a short young rabbit tries to get a better look at the fight, his silver fur muddies as he takes to crawling on his knees and between the powerful legs of one of his seniors.
>Standing up, he comes to about waist high of the male he crawled under and smiles triumphantly before being grabbed by his ears and tossed to the back of the group “Damn it Runt, get out of my way.”
>Back to the action, using his shield Olive deflects the attack and pushes in, ramming the poor boy in the chest and sending him flying backwards onto the ground.
 
>Before he can even finish his coughing fit the dim sword tip points to his face, “You’re leaving yourself to wide open, keep the shield to your chest so you don’t get it caved in like that again.” Taking a step back, he addresses the crowd of hopeful kits and bucks “Fighting with steel swords and shields is nothing like the training you’ve been doing with your wooden sticks and stones. This boy here was supposedly the best in your lot and he went down in minutes.”
>”That’s not fair! You’re the Eastern Captain, of course I was gonna lose!” The wounded rabbit yells trying to save face.
>”Hahahaha, do you think a blade cares what rank I am? What matters on the battlefield is skill, not pride, not rank. If I let my title get to my head, I could end up on the ground just as easily as you.”
>His words sour the mood a bit as the class takes a moment to sink it in. During that time Olive walks away as the rest of the trainers begin class. As he heads for town he is called to “Hey!”
>He stops and looks back to see a ragged and muddied young boy clutching a wooden sword and shield. Olive smiles and turns fully around to face him, resting his arm on the hilt of his sword “Hey Carrot, wanna grab a bite?”
 
>Silverware clinks and clanks in the background as Olive hungrily downs a large steamed veggie stuffed croissant in several bites. “Oh yeeeeah, I’ve missed home food so much.” He comments beard full of fallen crumbs and vegetable pieces while rubbing his stomach. Carrot sits across from him, food untouched and a small scowl on his face.
>”Stop stalling Olive! You have to hurry up and train me!”
>”We are training, rule number one, always start the day with a great home cooked meal. Ah, I envy you, getting to spend your days at home and eating all this delicious food, what I wouldn’t give to have that life again.”
>”You say it like it’s the greatest thing in the world, I hate being here and living with the wet nurses, I want to be a solider like you.”
 
>”Trust me you don’t want to be out there, even if you COULD do it. It sucks.”
>”Well its no better here.” He pouts as Olive smiles
>”Let’s just agree that the grass is always greener? Ok?” Getting up, he does a bit of stretching before looking to Carrot “All right, lets begin your training.”
>”Um, Olive? You may want to clean your beard first.”
 
>Far from the open and accessible training grounds from before, Olive and Carrot find seclusion behind a large stone building. The rows of clotheslines add an arena type feel as the assorted sheets and clothing waft in the breeze.
>Carrot readies his practice sword as Olive does the same, focus and determination on both their faces Carrot lunges forward. Discarding his shield, he uses both hands to strike from the right and slams into Olive’s shield.
>Sword in hand Olive returns his attack with one of his own as he slashes from above, Carrot jumps back and uses the sword like a spear, aiming for the small opening in his chest.
>Realizing what he is trying, Olive brings back down his shield and protects his opening, deflecting the sword away before going in for his own attack. Carrot smirks and jumps over his sword, kneeing Olive in the face and sending them both crashing down to the ground.
>”Oh honey suckle melon berries! That hurt!” He yells almost offended sitting up and holding his now bloody nose.
>”How did I do? Did I win?” Carrot asks excitedly getting on his knees and sitting upright.
>”You won alright; you won the biggest rabbit-hole award.” He winces trying to clear his sinuses.
>Suddenly a feminine voice calls out “Carrot! What did I tell you about practicing in the clotheslines!?” The two look back to see a well endowed bunny girl satyr wearing a modest white button up blouse, and long black skirt. She takes a moment to look at Olive and smiles before running over “Olive!” She happily yells before going over to hug him “I’ve missed you.”
 
>”Haha, there there, its fine. I missed you too Blue.” He replies stroking her chestnut hair as she sniffles a bit.
>Fixing herself, she looks at the two of them “Cmon, I’ll fix you two some lunch.”
 
>In the kitchen, Blue preps some carrots and fills a pot as she talks with Olive. Not far off Carrot sits at the table annoyed and watches them before getting up “Excuse me.” He states before walking away.
>Blue watches as he enters his room and sighs sadly, “Olive, I think you should talk to him.”
>”About what?” He smiles helping himself to an uncooked cob of corn.
>”He’s been saying…treasonous things lately.” He stops chewing and looks at her before swallowing “I keep it to myself because I love him, and don’t want him to hurt him but I think he wants to overthrow Great Father.”
>”Tsk, you had me worried there for a minute. Great Father encourages friendly sparring, its not treason to want to beat him.”
>”Still, the way he talks sometimes, it just worries. Please just talk to him, you’re his brother, he’ll listen to you.”
>”Fine, fine, I will. But after lunch, I’ve been dying to have some of your home cooking.” He smiles.
>In Carrot’s room, he does squats in the corner while looking at a painted portrait of the green man known as Great Father, “I’m gonna kill you.” He says to himself as he squats away.
>Today was another day in the Eastern Warren.