Twenty-two year old Airman 2nd Class Robert Thorneburg was worried when he was called to serve his first tour of duty to fight the war in Vietnam. The year was 1966, December, just before the climatic Tet offensive was launched in late January to catch the U.S. and ARVN forces unprepared after celebrating the Lunar new-year festival. However, one thing kept the young soldier's piece of mind secure during the turbulent civil war, his loyal, stalwart, affectionate German Shepherd named Nemo. As soon as they were assigned together to guard the 506th Strategic Fighter Wing, stationed at Tan Son Nut airbase, the pair forged an inseparable bond of friendship. Everywhere young Robert went, Nemo could be seen happily bounding along, wagging his tail, large canine tongue excitedly lolling in the air. They enjoyed each-other's company, which made the long, boring base patrols little more than enjoyable walks with a furred friend. However, the novice guard was completely unprepared for the cunning sneak-attack Viet Cong guerilla infiltrators would attempt on his, and Nemo's, watch that December.

Ngoc Bich Ho is a young, Vietnamese freedom fighter. The ideological young woman is keen on repelling the Imperialist invaders from her despoiled homeland, preventing them from exacerbating the violence of their struggle for unification. The petite Bich was inducted into the local VC for her fearless, passionate adherence to Ho Chi Minh's grand vision for a prosperous, communist Vietnam. Her family died in the struggle against the French, giving young Ho nothing to hold onto, except for passionate political rhetoric. The fervor of the new regime filled the familial emptiness that lingered in her life, and gave her a unifying purpose, as well as a new foe to struggle against after the French's ignoble defeat. The saboteur cell she had shacked up with were full aware of her devotion to the cause, and often assigned her the most dangerous, near suicidal missions, but each time the wily young woman escaped by the skin of her teeth. This next mission was to be her most dangerous yet, however, and an unfamiliar sense of fear filled her usually focused heart.

Bich was to infiltrate the local air base with several wads of dangerous C4, stolen from an Imperialist supply shipment. Apparently, a wing of dangerous strategic fighters were briefly being hangared there, and her cell wanted to earn the respect of the other Viet Cong attack groups by targeting the billions of U.S. avionic equipment helplessly moored there. Her co-conspirators had gone over the plan over and over again. Bich Ho was to carefully sneak into the facility with the plastic explosives, and use the diversion of the exploding aircraft to escape, while her comrades would bravely wait for her in the nearby jungle cover and prepare a path out. The plan was feasible, but Bich could tell her team was relying on her characteristic luck and fearlessness, which only filled the young warrior woman with more steel. This was going to be her finest hour, all the earlier battles were just leading up to this moment, she felt in her malnutrition depleted-bones. She was going to strike back for all the ignoble humility her people had been subjected to for the past few years by these callous invaders.

Thorneburg was really tying one on with the boys that December evening. The cheap beer here was only good for filling his bladder, the guard mused to himself, as a canine whine interrupted his hazy train of thought. "Yo, Bob, your fucking dog wants out again, handle it." Sergeant Morrison barked out, as Robert's German Shepherd anxiously pawed at the closed door, whining for attention. Robert wordlessly grumbled as he unsteadily got to his feet, and swayed to the door. He felt like taking a piss, just like Nemo it seemed. Thorneburg was surprised as Nemo shot out of the narrow screen door like a fluffy rocket, bounding into the dark as Robert cursed, and ambled out to relieve himself, just like he figured his German Shepherd was about to do.

Ngoc Bich spent hours carefully, slowly, acrobatically using the dense foliage surrounding Tan Son Nut airbase to mask her approach. About a mile outside the main airfield, she encountered a series of barbed-wire fences. They were well arranged, but the Viet Cong saboteur noticed a burrowed-out spot under one section of barbed fence, seemingly dug by some animal. She crawled forward toward it, realizing it would be the perfect entry-point, given her narrow frame. The small Vietnamese woman was nearly imperceptible in her black ao ba ba farmer's garb, crawling along the dense foliage of the jungle floor, as she made her way forward. A small pin-prick of pain bloomed across her back, as Bich suppressed the urge to yelp out as her thin, black clothes were torn down the back by the barbed-wire. She wasn't seriously scratched, but the back of her shirt, and the restraining band of her pants were torn, as the weight of the c4 in her pockets dragged her shredded pants down. Ho silently cursed to herself, gathering up her ruined pants as best she could as she awkwardly crawled forward. Refusing to give up, keeping low, she continued, hoping none of the Imperialist pigs guarding the compound would notice her.

Nemo eagerly bounded across the cleared out air-field towards his familiar dug-out in the fence, eager to find and chase some strange jungle wild-life under the bright, moonlit night sky. The German Shepherd dog was pent up from being walked on the same rote route every day for weeks, his simple canine brain wanted to explore and try something new for a change. A strange scent caught his sensitive nose, as he made out an awkwardly shuffling, bent over shape in the humid jungle gloom. The dog tilted his head quizzically, large ears flopping, as he grew suspicious of this new person's unfamiliar, feminine scent. Going low on his paws, the German Shepherd carefully stalked up behind the slowly crawling figure, Nemo silently maneuvering behind her in a steady canine Army crawl. When the pooch was in pouncing distance, he quietly reared up on on his tan-fur covered legs, and lunged forward, pinning the small Vietnamese woman down in one mighty bound. Nemo was slightly overwhelmed by the intimate sensation his canine body was experiencing as he wrestled the stranger down. The German Shepherd became distracted when her warm, bare, bony backside began bucking into the arch of his groin, as the bare female's sweaty skin elicited a long-unfulfilled urge from the randy dog, which had escape neutering to nurture his warrior spirit. Knowing even in the depths of his dog brain that to mate with a human was forbidden, Nemo nevertheless let his instincts take over. He began excitedly humping at the woman's rear, his furry balls slapping as his partner silently yelped at the inquisitive penile prick the dog gave her rump. Nemo kept her down, using his 85 pounds of weight and the factor of surprise to keep her from rising up and ruining the coupling before it could be established.

Bich Ho could barely comprehend as the tactical situation rapidly spun out of her control. She felt the heavy weight of the furry dog slam her to the muddy ground, his paws firmly planted on her shoulder-blades, his sharp, untrimmed claws digging in where her black clothes fell away. She tried to rise up, but the dog was surprisingly agile at using its weight to keep her down, as it kept slamming against her, keeping her off-balance. Ngoc Bich soon realized the disgusting dog was trying to mate with her, as she felt the slippery head of his tiny dog-hood begin exploring her bony ass and thighs. She reached up to grab at the big dog's head, trying to twist up, as it began growling and barking loudly, and Ho froze in fear. If the dog alerted the American forces, her life was forfeit, as well as the lives of her comrades, possibly. She had to somehow coax this savage beast off her back, and reach for her knife, lost somewhere in the ruins of her thin ao ba ba pants. But she became distracted as the German's Shepherds eager dog-penis found its mark, and slid home into her tight snatch. Bich grunted from the sexual intrusion, her face burning with shame as the canine whined in satisfaction, his furry tail wagging. She tried to maneuver her womanly folds away from the humping beast, but soon realized his dog-hood wasn't so tiny after all, as the animal member rapidly swelled inside her tight, velvety confines, tying her to the sexually dominating dog. The Viet Cong guerilla could barely think straight as the canine's knot swelled to larger and larger proportions in her snug Vietnamese pussy. She could feel as his watery dog-seed began continuously spurting into her vaginal depths, his swollen knot so tightly implanted in her slit that the sperm couldn't escape as it slowly built up inside her, increasing the intense cervical pressure she was experiencing, as she struggled to stifle a series of grunts and moans, elicited by the dog's frenzied humping.

Thorneburg stumbled through the foggy airfield, using the bright full-moon light to guide his way forward, as he called for Nemo. It had been over an hour since he had run off, and Robert was beginning to worry for his furry companion. He disregarded military protocol, going out looking for his good boy, increasingly concerned that something had happened. He had seen Nemo digging under the barbed-wire fences, and was worried his pooch would cut himself, or worse, get caught up in the lethally sharp coils. His heart skipped a beat, as he heard a familiar whine in the darkness, and then a happy bark of greeting, followed by a strange wet sound, as he made his way towards the commotion. Robert whistled through his teeth in surprise as he witnessed the totally unexpected, strange, lewd display before him. It seems Nemo had diligently apprehended a small, female Viet Cong guerilla, using his impressive bulk to keep her pinned down, and had begun mating with her. Thorneburg watched, transfixed as the dog's massive member bulged and pulsed within the small Vietnamese woman's tight pussy, the dog's muscular knot stretching her vaginal walls to the limit. He stepped back a foot, as a compressed spurt of liquid dog-semen squirted out of her muscular snatch, as the defeated young woman looked up at the fatigued soldier in defeat as Nemo excitedly pawed at her bare back. "That's... that's a very good boy Nemo." Thorneburg responded, not knowing what else to say as he sat down, still clutching his bottle of beer, and watched the scene play out.