FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Disclaimer: You know the drill the by now...either be 18 or older to read this or get out. ...still here? Well, I admire your persistence. Okay, you can stay, but I'm NOT responsible if your mom catches you on here...or dad if your mom is dead or something. If both parents are dead then don't sweat it....although come to think of it that is god awfully depressing, and you have my pity (something not easily earned in this world). So, read on at your own risk. Just check the tags for what may or may not be in the following paragraphs. Also, all characters belong to me Casonova, so don't get any ideas about doing a fanfic without my permish...m'kay? I think we understand each other now, so read on! cough Pervert! ;D

Hey! Who threw that?           

March 13th , Blackmon Residence 2:25 P.M.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9hmNrUNP4Y

That...my friends who clicked the URL...was my reaction when I opened the fridge. For there in front of me lied a fresh, yellow bunch of bananas. But more importantly, to their left was the Hershey's chocolate syrup and milk. You don't realize how much you miss something until you've had to give it up for 18 months and had it replaced with a powdered substitute that tastes like Angelina Jolie's armpit during those action scenes in Tomb Raider. Considering I'd grown up loving chocolate milk since I was four, going without it for a year and a half just about gave me a brain aneurism. So without further hesitation I grabbed what I needed, plus a banana because I say "fuck you" to potassium deficiency. Serially, bananas are chock full of the stuff.

I took a bite as I stirred in the syrup, not really paying attention to the clock while I flipped through channels on the living room TV. It'd been a while since I had the comfort of being in my own kitchen, a fact that I suddenly came to appreciate as I enjoyed my afternoon snack. Being a typical Monday afternoon...there was nothing good on. I settled for Fox News since most of the female anchors were pretty hot, and I figured I might as well see how the recovery was going. After all, the war might have been over, but the Western half of the country was still pretty messed up. It was funny how a place like Atlanta was utterly unscathed this time around, while in the last Civil War it was torched by those damn Yankees (with apologies to my friends who are only just Yankees).  

Nothing really new had developed in the last twelve hours, and all Fox showed was the looped footage of tanks rolling through Hollywood, Chinese ships getting boarded by Navy Seals and Marines in Los Angeles harbor, and of course Grand Junction, which was now mostly a giant crater. In retrospect it all happened so fast, yet while I was there time seemed to have slowed one hundred fold. The mind is just funny that way, I guess.

I tore my attention away from the TV long enough to toss my banana peel away when I heard the familiar sound of air brakes in front of my house. Ah yes, the 2:30 high school bus. I remember it well, considering I had to ride through four years of hell on that thing. However, the metaphorical gears in the back of my head started to turn as I suddenly remembered that Katie road that bus. My ears perked up and I could feel my tail start to involuntarily sway as I heard footsteps rushing up the path to the front door, followed by the sound of fumbling keys getting dropped on the pavement.

"Dang it!"

I snickered as I recognized her voice. In my mind I was a kid again, and right now I felt like one on Christmas morning discovering a ton of presents that hadn't been there the night before. That unbridled joy of discovering something you've longed for sitting right before you is a feeling that one rarely feels as an adult...adult? Hah, hardly. I might be twenty, but in my heart I'm still that fifteen year old hopeless romantic, as well as a ten year old prankster, in my mind. Quickly I ducked behind the kitchen's island countertop and waited.  Sure enough, the door opened a few seconds later and I heard Katie walk in. She set her backpack on one of the barstools and let out a long sigh. She was probably looking around, wondering if I was home or not. At that moment, I decided to jump up and answer her question.

"HI KATIE!"

"EEEEEEP!"

She leapt back in surprise, laughing moments later as I came around to hold her in a tight embrace.

"Oh you...," was all she could manage to say at first as we both held each other tightly.

We dug our claws into each other's backs as we held each other tightly. I'd promised myself I'd never forget what it felt like to be with Katie, but damn it if this didn't feel like it was the first time I'd ever embraced her. Both our tails wagged in blissful union as we stood there just enjoying the peace that came from being in one another's arms. I gently caressed her cheek and stroked behind her left ear, making her shudder in bliss as she pressed herself tighter against me.

"I missed you so much," I finally said after what seemed like forever, but was probably closer to fifteen seconds. "You're even more beautiful than I remember."

She blushed and nuzzled my chest. "I missed you too big guy. So, so, sooooo much. I thought this day might never come...and...heheh...Kyle where are you pants?"

My eyes snapped open as I realized I was still in my boxers, as I hadn't bothered to get dressed again after my nap upstairs. "Way to kill the mood sis," I joked.

"Don't tell me...you were 'relieving some tension' upstairs weren't you?"

"Nope."

"Really?" she asked, her expression bearing a hint of skepticism.

"I did try though."

She answered with a facepalm and a disappointed headshake. "What do you mean 'try?'"

"I kinda fell asleep halfway through. I didn't get much sleep on the plane ride back," I explained.

"Yeah, well you seem pretty awake now," she said looking down at my crotch.

My ears flattened across my head as I suddenly realized that our brief moment of hugging had left me sporting a fresh case of...I guess you'd call it afternoon wood now. 

"Heh...oops. My bad sis."

"Don't apologize to me, silly. I'd just be worried about what mom or dad would say if they saw you liked that," she continued to snicker.

"Why? They're not home."

"Say what? It's your first day home since the war began, how come they left you alone?"

I shuffled in place a bit and looked to the side. "I kinda wanted it that way. Still a lot of things on my mind that I can't quite forget."

Katie hugged me again and gave my chin an affectionate nibble. "I understand, that's why I'm here for you now."

I smiled and gave her a kiss to the forehead, which she promptly returned by giving me a peck on the lips. For a moment we just sort of smiled at each other, not sure what to say next. However, we must've been thinking the same thing, because before either of us could utter another word our muzzles were pressed tightly together and our tongues began to dance between our lips. A moan escaped her maw as I firmly gripped one paw on her breasts, and the other on her butt to hold her close to me. Her own paws gripped tightly at my shoulders, while also grinding her waist against me and further enticing my already swollen wolfhood.

She didn't resist as I pulled her polo shirt over her head. In fact, she further helped me by peeling off her undershirt as well and tossed it aside. Then it was my turn to lift my arms so she could tear my olive green t-shirt over me and cast it on the floor next to hers. We pressed ourselves together again, fervently kissing each other with equal amounts of passion and roughness. Sometimes we'd nip each other's lips, then follow up with a lick and more tactile tongue work. Both my paws worked at her breasts, massaging and cupping those heavenly gifts that I knew had to make the other girls in PE class jealous. After a couple of minutes, I felt it was time to truly touch them and I worked my paws around to unhook her bra. And by that, I mean fumble with the hooks until I get lucky and all three come undone. God, how does she put this thing on?!?!

Oh, poor Kyle. Another day, another failed attempt at getting the bra off on the first try. Sometimes I help him, but today was one of those times where it's fun to watch him struggle a bit. His face gets so serious, and his mind so focused on getting me naked you could probably fire a gun behind him and he wouldn't notice. I say this because during our family outing to watch fireworks at the 4th of July a couple years back he was unaware of some kids setting off firecrackers near us while we were making out in the parking lot. But I digress.

Once my bra was off he went straight to suckling my tits; not that I minded of course. I rested a paw on the back of his head as he gently licked at them, sucking gently while massaging the other one with his paw when his maw wasn't working on it. He looked up at me, his hazel green eyes bearing a curious glint to them, as if he were asking for my approval. I moaned as he gave my right breast a firm grope, which seemed to only further spur him on as he brought his paws down to my khakis and began unbuttoning them. I blushed and tried to bat his fingers away, not yet wanting him to stop playing with my chest. But then I felt him caress my outer cooter lips through my material, an accident on his part I'm sure. He was merely grasping for the zipper when he stroked me, but that simple action made me buck against his paw.

He grinned at me, knowing all semblances of resistance were gone after that. I let him undo my khakis, and even wiggled my hips to help him pull them down. I stepped out of them and nudged them away with my foot, looking down at him as he knelt before me and began to rub me through my panties. He then grabbed my right paw and guided it over my twat and made me stroke my fingers alongside his! I wasn't sure if I could blush anymore, as it was a little embarrassing to touch myself in front of him. Even worse, I couldn't stop. I knew he must be enjoying the show, hearing me gasp and moan each time he brushed a digit over my clit. But I wasn't so lost in the joyous sensations coming from my loins to ignore him, and I quickly reached out with my left paw and gripped him by the scruff of his neck.

Yanking him up, I got him to stand before me again. He looked a little frustrated, a fact that I couldn't help smirking at. I'd interrupted his playtime, and he wanted to know why. I gave him his answer as I reached over and tugged his boxers down, letting his wolfhood dangle free before me. I gripped him with my right paw and gently stroked him, bringing my muzzle close enough to lightly breathe on his tip, but not so close enough he could try to jam himself into my mouth. He humped against my fingers, his cock throbbing at my touch. Kyle wasn't kidding when he said he hadn't finished, I rarely ever saw him this pent up. I decided not to tease him further and slowly sank his head past my lips, gently sucking him while licking him vibrantly with my tongue.

"Oooohhh gods! Katieeeeeeeee," he moaned as he fell back against the kitchen sink behind him.

I grinned and took him down further, letting him glide over my tongue till his tip poked at my gullet. I'd learned not to gag rather quickly, a feat I'm not sure to be proud or ashamed of. That first morning where I sucked him off had been magical though, and ever since then I've always enjoyed blowing him. His reaction alone is worth it, the fact that he cums at the end is just gravy. Sticky, taboo gravy. Mmmmm...

Katie seemed lost in thought as she slurped at my shaft as her paws either played with my balls or groped my butt. Her eyes were closed and she moaned out her nose every few seconds, usually after I felt my tip poke the back of her throat. She cringed at one point, her gag reflex not quite entirely gone, forcing her to pull off and catch her breath. A clear string of saliva hung from her bottom lip to the head of my cock as she panted and looked up at me dreamily. Instantly she got back to work, engulfing me once more in her warm, soft, muzzle that tantalized every nerve ending my wolfhood had to offer.

My mouth hung open as I huffed for breath, my heart thumping like nightclub subwoofer as I lost myself in the blissful glow that started to build in my loins. I rested my left paw behind her head and coaxed her into a steady rhythm as I gently thrust myself into her maw. Oh gods! Her tongue felt so hot and silky that my knees started to buckle as I could feel myself hastily approaching a climax It seemed like I'd only been doing this for a minute, and yet I was right on the verge of popping a load off right there. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold it back as Katie deep throated me again, holding me for a tantalizing ten seconds before pulling off completely and leaving my dick to hang in the cool kitchen air.

Instantly I was pulled back from the brink, the cool air quickly pushing my orgasm away as my mind returned to earth. I looked down at her curiously when I felt her paw reach up behind me and pull my head down to hers as she stood up on her knees. Our lips met again, this time feeling even hotter from the passion that had just ensued. I could taste my precum on her breath as our tongues danced; that familiar salty, masculine tang that I knew she craved. I let out a moan as she took her other paw and began stroking my shaft once more, causing my hips to instinctively buck against her soft digits.

"O-oh f-f-fuck Katie! I'm gonna blow any second," I whelped as she pumped my glans with increased vigor.

"Language Kyle!" she chided me.

My ears flattened submissively as I apologized. "Sorry, force of habit. Now please, I'm so close sis, don't make me wait anymore!"

"It's not like you to beg. Been a long time has it?" she teased while moving her paw to the base of my rod and lightly licked at my tip.

"Rrggnn! Yeeesss!" I groaned.

She just grinned and went down on me, nearly pushing me over the edge as the sweet euphoria of her hot, wet maw enveloped me yet again. My cock tingled on the brink of climax, the pressure in my loins building like floodwaters behind a dam. It wouldn't be long...fuck that, it was right now!

"Argh! Gods, I'm gonna cum!" I huffed as I shut my eyes and saw lightning dark across my eyelids.

I felt dizzy, my joints suddenly went numb and my whole body seemed to quiver as I felt myself shoot into Katie's awaiting mouth. I could feel her suckling me with all her might, her tongue causing my spunk to splash up against me inside her, its hot and sticky goodness only intensifying my orgasm. My paws pushed her face deeper onto me, her lips nearly taking in my whole length. I felt her gag a little as I shot one last rope of cum across her throat, but she merely swallowed with one massive gulp and then slowly pulled off me. I slowly slid down the cabinets till I sat before her on the floor, my cock now hanging limp and glowing bright red before me with a clear glaze of cum and saliva still coating it.

"Katie...I think that was the best you've ever given me," I panted.

"Well, that was certainly the largest load you'd ever given me!" she replied, licking a few droplets of wolf seed that still stained her lips. "You've been pent up for like a whole month haven't you?"

"Plus eighteen days, give or take," I added. "Privacy and the military don't really mix."

"Speaking of which...when are mom and dad gonna be home?"

"Not for another hour at least," I replied.

"Then why don't you stop talking and put your tongue to better use?" she slyly purred while climbing up on the counter, tugging her panties off and kicking them to the sides as she spread her legs seductively before me.

Note to self, wipe counter after we're done.

It did not take a lot of coaxing to get Kyle to kneel before me and burry his muzzle between my thighs. I knew he'd been thinking it, since cunnilingus was one of his favorite pastimes. Ever since that night where I sneaked into his room and had him eat me out, he and I have always had a mutual love for it. I've tasted myself, and frankly I can't understand why I taste so good to him, but then again I'm not bi or a lesbian for that matter. All I know is, his tongue can do things fingers just can't.

I ignored the coolness of the wooden countertop as I leaned back and offered myself to him. He wasted no time pressing his lips up against my pussy and began lapping at my folds. I gasped as he brushed his tongue over my clit for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Kyle knew I was especially sensitive when properly aroused, and he quickly attacked my clit again with a series of several hard and fast licks. When he grew tired of that, he simply suckled my clit while sliding a pair of fingers into me began stroking my inner depths.

"Oh gods, it's too much Kyle! Slow it down!" I yelped as my clit started to overload with bliss and become sore.

Being the gentle lover he was, he stopped immediately and shifted his focus lower, licking at the flesh above and around my love tunnel, particularly my labia. I could feel myself getting wet...well, wetter. His fingers were like magic, partially because they were so much thicker and stronger than my thin feminine ones. I began to pant lightly, a moan escaping with each breath as I felt him lick his way back up to my clit and began suckling it again.

"Eeee! Yes! Right there, right there!" I cried as he used a more delicate touch this time and avoided over stimulating me.  

Suddenly I felt him grasp my right paw and drag it over to my twat, forcing me to rub at my own pussy before guiding my middle and index fingers into me. I blushed heavily and looked at him, wondering why he'd make me paw myself when suddenly I felt him push two fingers of his own into me. He smiled up at me while we worked together, our fingers nestled tightly against each other as we pushed them as deep as we could go. I desperately humped against our paws, the feeling of being stretched as if his rod were buried in me bringing back cherished memories as I closed my eyes and rested my other paw behind his head, giving his ears a loving scratch as his tongue returned to work.

"Oh gods, Kyle, I think I'm gonna cum any minute!" I moaned.

"Really? Then would you mind if I tried a new trick I learned?"

I squirmed beneath him, moaning affirmatively. "Yes, anything! Just make me cum too, you're not the only one who's been pent up!"

With that, he nudged my paw out and positioned his paws differently. With his left paw he slipped his ring and middle fingers into me, face up, while his right paw gently rested on my pubic bone and lightly pushed down. I moaned again, as this already made my pussy clench tighter around him, but then he started working his fingers up and down, prodding at the roof of my tunnel with each thrust of his paw. I felt a little weird, like a pressure was building up inside me mixed with my own approaching orgasm. My breaths became shorter, and I found myself humping against his paw again as my paws balled into fists.

"Gods, whatever you're doing keep it up!" I gasped.

He smiled and increased his pace, going at an even rougher speed. I thought for sure it would hurt, but no...it felt incredible! My legs began to twitch, my toes curled tightly, and my tail swished briskly beneath me over the counter. I took a deep breath and arched my back, my loins suddenly tightening as I was pushed to the very borders of yiffy release as Kyle's fingers shook within me. His thumb brushed over my clit again, sending a chill up my spine and tears to my eyes as he pushed harder on my bone. That strange pressure within me only seemed to worsen, and I came to realize that I was now holding it back.

Oh gods, what's gonna happen?! It's as if I have to pee, and I know the last thing Kyle wants is a golden shower. But he just won't quit it! I held back with all my might, gritting my teeth and quivering under his touch. My body wanted...no, needed to cum, and yet I feared doing so wouldn't only unleash that building stress within me and all over my mate. I couldn't even talk, it took all my willpower just to keep my pussy clenched tightly around his paw. Kyle licked and nibbled at one of my breasts for a moment, forcing me to turn and look up at him smiling at me.

"It's okay sis, just relax and let it happen," he whispered.

Let what happen? Did he realize how much stress I'm feeling right n-nowow ooohhh gods! In that brief moment of distraction I let my guard down, and now my orgasm hit me like torrent of flood waters. My whole body quivered, no...shook! I was trembling like a California earthquake, all the while my loins were screaming in sweet agony as my orgasm washed over me. I humped like a feral in heat, driving Kyle's fingers into as deep as they'd go, only realizing that I was also squirting a warm opaque liquid from my pussy as I did this.

I gasped in embarrassment as I watched several little streams of it coat Kyle over his face and chest, and yet he didn't seem to mind. My mind was too fuzzy to speak as I rode my orgasm out on the kitchen counter, powerless to do anything but breathe and shout in ecstasy. Kyle just grinned at me, his fur now noticeably wet in multiple spots. I could barely look at him as I panted and finally regained my composure after nearly a full minute of uninterrupted bliss.

"K-Kyle...what'd you do to me?" I asked wearily.

"Oh, nothing...just tickled your g-spot a little," he replied.

"I thought you said you'd done that already?"

"Kinda, but not properly like this. How'd you like it?"

"It was awesome! I don't know if it was from being pent up or just your technique but...dang it felt amazing," I sighed contentedly.

"Hehe, I thought you might like it," he said while licking some that clear liquid off his fingers.

"Eeeww! Don't do that," I cringed.

"Do what? Lick your cum off me?"

"Cum? Wait...you mean I didn't just pee on you by mistake?"

He grinned and chuckled while playfully rubbing my belly fur. "Oh heavens no, sis. Girl ejaculate is nothing like that. You basically shot a watered down version of the very stuff that your pussy produces for lube."

I slowly sat up and shook my head. "Huh, well there's something they don't teach in anatomy class."

"They should. I guarantee it'd help a lot of couples through their relationship's stressful bits," he joked.

Before we could say anything more, I suddenly heard a key slide into the front door lock. "Kyle...I though you said no one would be home for an hour?"

"At least! Wait...what's today? ...oh...crap."

The next thing I knew Shelly was walking through the front door, suitcase in hand. "Hey guys! I'm," she then noticed us, "ho-oooooome...my god. Kyle!?!? What the heck are you doing here?"

"Your sister, obviously," he replied while I panicked and looked desperately for my clothes.

"You sick pervert! Wait till mom and dad find out about this!" she screamed at us. "Katie, get dressed and get upstairs, I'm gonna have a word with him."

Katie wasted no time getting back into her panties before hustling upstairs and into her room. I, on the other paw, chose to remain in the nude while standing behind kitchen's island counter top so Shelly could only see me from the waist up. I knew it made her uneasy to see me like this, and I figured if she couldn't think straight she might not realize she could just call mom and dad right now to let them know what was going on.

"You...how many times are you going to defile my sister before I just have to call the cops on your ass," she asked me, anger burning in her voice.

"You wouldn't do that," confidently countered.

"Wanna bet? Here, I'll tell them you raped her right now."

"You won't, Shelly, because you love her as much as I do. You know that if I go to jail, she'll hold it against you for years. Hurting me only hurts her. That's why you've never done anything before, and why you won't do anything now."

Shelly paused, my words clearly having the desired effect on her. "Siiiggh, why do you have to be right now of all times? Just...just get dressed and please...clean whatever counter you two were playing on."

With that, she marched upstairs to no doubt harass Katie into giving me up for a normal guy at school. Heh, fat chance of that.

6:15 P.M. Blackmon Residence

Dinner was tense that night. I'd decided to surprise everyone by cooking Chinese food, specifically General Tso's Chicken. For one thing, it's a good dish and Katie loves Chinese food, but the main reason was so that mom and dad wouldn't think I needed to go to a psychiatrist or something like a lot of returning vets. Normally I don't cook this dish a lot...yes I can cook, what? It's not that hard you idiots, just read the directions and Google terms you don't understand. Yeesh. Now where was I? Oh yeah, normally I don't cook this dish a lot since it's a pain in the ass to make, but Katie helped me out so it didn't take nearly as long. Especially with the cleanup, since that was always a pain with this meal.

As we sat there eating, Katie and I quietly glanced around as the others discussed the day's events. Shelly, who had come back for the week for Spring Break, was equally surprised to see me since she hadn't gotten word that I was coming home. I found it amusing that they forgot to inform her, but then again it's not surprising either considering how crazy life has been for all of us recently.

"Thanks again for cooking dinner tonight you two," Eliza said. "I was dreading coming home from the mall and having to figure out what to have."

"No problem mom," Katie answered while I just nodded and continued eating.

"So Shelly," John said, "How's your semester going up there at Tech?"

"Good," she answered. "A lot of guys from the military are gonna be showing up over the summer to register, so traffic is gonna get really bad."

"Ah, well nothing you can really do about that now can yah?" John replied sympathetically. "At least you managed to get in. I hear that's a tough school to get in to these days."

"Can't be that hard with some of the idiots I've seen there," Shelly said while glancing over at me.

I glared back but said nothing. I could tell she was waiting for just the right moment to snitch on us, she just had to work up the nerve to say something first. Maybe if I kept her calm and didn't let her talk a lot, I could get through the meal and hopefully buy her off with a new pair of Toms or something.

"So, Kyle, what'd you and Katie today?" she asked me.

"Nothing, I slept till you got home, remember?" I said.

"Funny, I was pretty sure you were awake before then," she prodded on.

"Well, you're wrong."

"Nooooo I'm noooot," she replied, her smart aleck tone increasingly chipping away at my nerves.

"Oh shut up you two," John said. "Shelly, whatever it is you think they were doing, save it till after we're done eating. Speaking of which, Kyle where'd you learn to make General Tso's like this? It's fantastic."

"Thanks," I replied. "I looked up the recipe online and tweaked it a bit to suit our tastes. You think I did a good job?"

John took another bite and nodded enthusiastically. "Orrh yeaf, thif is grafe stuff," he said with his mouth slightly full.

Shelly just angrily stared at me while I smugly basked in the moment. It's not every day the guy who kicked me in the nads for yiffing his daughter is pleased by something I've done. And then, before I could so much as blink, Shelly leapt up and yelled, "KYLE AND KATIE DID IT ON THE COUNTER!"

John instantly spit out the chicken he was chewing. "PHLEFGH! Mother father on a cracker Shelly! I told you to keep that to yourself!" He paused. Then it sank in. "OH DEAR LORD! Which counter?!?"

"John relax, she's making it up because I broke her iPhone by accident!" I yelled, trying to downplay her words as much as possible.

"Katie, is she lying?" he asked her.

Katie just nervously looked to the side and blushed.

"I thought so. Well, I've lost my appetite."

"Dude, it's cool. I meticulously wiped down the counter after we were done. And yes, I used bleach while I was at it," I said, no longer bothering to hide the truth.

"That's where you're wrong. For one thing, Eliza...remember for our tenth anniversary I promised you I'd remodel the kitchen? Well now you're gonna actually get that promise, because until we rip up those counters, I'm not eating another morsel food prepared in there."

"Oh John, really?!" Eliza asked happily, while also showing signs of equal disgust at her two kids.

"Yes! I can barely look at you two right now," John said to me and Katie. "I thought you had some shred of decency and would it least take it to the bedroom."

"Some things can't wait that long," I joked.

Eliza snickered, but then sobered up and said, "Kyle, this is serious. What if you get Katie pregnant?"

"She's not gonna get pregnant, it was only 3rd base."

"Oh god," John groaned. "That's it. Kyle, get out my house. Now."

"Wait, you're serious?"

"OUT!"

Before I could further protest I found myself getting picked up by my shirt collar and heaved out the front door. As I lay pondering just what the hell happened I felt my duffel bag land behind me.

"John, c'mon! Where'm I supposed to go?"

"You drew a military paycheck for 18 months, find a hotel and then an apartment. Get a job and stay out of my daughter's life until she's damned well ready for you," John answered.

With that, he slammed the door and locked it. I sighed and picked up my bag, which fortunately still had my wallet in it. Unfortunately, I had only twenty dollars in cash, and my credit and debit cards were still inside. I knew there was no way John was letting me back inside that house without a fight, and I wasn't really in the mood for any more drama tonight.  Pulling out my phone, I scrolled through the list of contacts to the one fur I knew I could count on right about now.

Downtown Atlanta, 6:30 P.M.

Ring ring ring ring ring, banana phone!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=jqZMuZy7HpE#t=4s

Scott's iPhone sang its custom ringtone from its perch on the living room couch's armrest. The nineteen year old thylacine sighed to himself and stretched his arm out to retrieve the phone, plucking it up and reluctantly answering. 

"Hello?"

"Hey Scott! It's Kyle, remember me?"

Scott's eyes flew open. "Kyle? Dude! How long has it been?"

"At least eight months. Last time I saw you was when your hand got chewed off by that Type- 96," Kyle replied.

Scott looked at his left paw, which was actually a high tech prosthetic that could accurately simulate one's hand with stunning precision.

"Yeah, I think you're right. You could've at least sent me flowers while I was in the hospital," Scott joked.

"I thought that was Trea's job?"

"True. So, what's up?"

"Well," Kyle began, "It's kind of embarrassing to ask this...but John kinda threw me out of the house and I can't get back inside to retrieve my credit cards."

"Uh huh. He caught you banging your sister again didn't he?"

"She's not my sister! Technically..."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Scott retorted. "Ow! Watch the teeth."

"What teeth?"

"Nothing," Scott said. "So whatcha need?"

"Can I crash at your place, I'm gonna be stuck on the street otherwise."

"One sec," Scott said as he turned his attention to the lovely feline who was giving him a blowjob at that very moment. "Baby you mind if we have company?"

"Mrreow? Company, when?" she asked.

"How long you need to stay here?" Scott asked Kyle.

"Till I can get a place of my own."

"Six months, tops," Scott replied to the feline.

"Six months!"

"Who's that?" Kyle asked, hearing the feline's voice. "That Trea? I didn't know you two were hanging out."

"We've been living together for three months now," Scott replied testily. "Look, I'm not sure this is gonna work out."

Trea spoke up. "Hold on, I didn't say no. I take it this is your buddy with the overly friendly sister, am I right?"

"Yeah, that's him," Scott replied.

"Let him stay. I wanna meet him and his sis," she said with a grin.

"Yo dude, Trea's cool with you stayin' here. Just buy your own food and don't let my land lord know you're living here," Scott said to Kyle.

"Great, I'll see you in a bit! Umm...oh yeah...can I get a ride? John took his car back from me too."

"You wait till I finish my blow job," Scott replied.

"Your what?"

Scott hung up the phone before Kyle could hear anything else. Leaning back into his couch, Scott murred to himself as Trea resumed her work on his shaft.  She loving stared up at him, his warm smile encouraging her to take him deeper, to suck harder and move faster. Eagerly she set about her task of pleasing her man, her rough feline tongue doing wonders for Scott's cock. Slowly he opened his mouth, no doubt to compliment her on her effort. He had such a way with words, an uncanny wit that infused every romantic announcement that parted his lips. Yes, speak my love!

"That's real good baby, damn! But it's also getting' kinda late, so after I go pick Kyle up I'ma get us some take out, what's hitting you right now?"

Trea just chuckled to herself for being so melodramatic and pulled off him for a second. "Dominos sound good?"

I-85 South, 7:30 P.M.

Scott and Kyle cruised along the highway in Scott's slightly beat up Ford Mustang. Despite the miles it had on it, the car still ran well and showed little signs of age. In Kyle's lap sat a couple of medium pizzas freshly picked up from Dominos, the aroma from which was torturing the two furs. Both were famished, as Kyle hadn't gotten to finish his dinner, and Scott had just finished replenishing Trea's vitamin levels for the day.

"Thanks again for picking me up dude," Kyle said.

"Don't sweat it, I figure I owed it to you after what happened in Utah," he replied. "So whatcha doin' back here?"

"War ended, my deployment along with it. I was on overtime to help reinforce the line since our numbers were really starting to dwindle there."

"I see. Any plans while you're in town?"

Kyle shook his head. "Not really. I kinda just blew it by scoring with Katie in the kitchen earlier."

"Nice! I take it John wasn't too happy."

"Nuh-hooooo," Kyle said, accentuating the negative. "He literally threw me out of the house. And with this damned broken toe in my foot I couldn't keep my balance well enough to wrestle him off."

"Probably for the best. The second you fight back he'll call the cops on you," Scott advised. "Don't worry though, this'll blow over and everything will be cool again in no time."

"I sure hope so," Kyle replied. "Anyway, what's it like at the Arts Institute? You liking it there?"

"Oh yeah, it's great. It's close enough for me to walk to from my apartment, so the Mustang here doesn't get the attention it needs sometimes."

"Glad I could help with that," Kyle smiled.

"You know, you're probably the only guy who was ever 100% honest with me back in the Corps. I mean when you admitted to me that one night that your girlfriend was actually your stepsister, I couldn't tell if you were joking or not," Scott said. "Why'd you trust me so much? You know I'd be a reliable friend and hold onto your secret for yah?"

"That...and I was pretty sure one of us would die shortly after that battle and it wouldn't matter. Most of my friends have a bad habit of catching a case of the deads."

"Yeah, I know the feeling. You're the only guy from our old unit who made it out alive. Gotta feel lucky right?"

"Guilty is more like it," Kyle sighed.

"Why? There was nothing you could've done to save any of them," Scott reassured him.

"Most of them, yes. But there were a few that I know I could've done something different, and they'd have lived," Kyle replied while his mind drifted off to thoughts of the past.

September 12th, somewhere west of Phoenix

Kyle and company had piled into a beaten up Ford Explorer that had been lightened to improve fuel efficiency...by removing all but the driver and front passenger seats. Naturally Jake drove, seeing as how it was police property, while Tariq took the passenger seat seeing as how he was the senior NCO. The others crammed into the back and tried not to bang their heads each time the car hit a rock or a bump in the dirt road they traveled upon.

"Damn it!" Elsie swore as her head knocked against one of the seat belt holders that still hung on the side of the door.

Robert chuckled at this, seeing as how he and Edgar were the only ones wearing helmets. The others had opted for desert camo boonie hats with wide brims instead, since they were lighter, cooler, and kept the sun off their necks.

"Bet you wish you had the extra protection now, huh?" he jibed.

"Shut up Robert, or I swear to God I'll rip that fucking thing off your head," Elsie growled.

"Yeesh, sorry. It's just my luck to be stuck fighting in the desert with a chick."

"Why's that a bad thing?" Edgar asked.

"Because the chances of them getting sand in their cunts goes up like a million percent. OH!"

Edgar and Robert bro fived while Kyle stifled a snicker. Seeing as how he was sitting next to Elsie, he didn't want to piss her off.

"Yeah? Well at least my face doesn't look like my genitals!" she fired back, which of course sent Kyle into a roaring fit of laughter as the other two stared back dumbfounded.

"Oh yeah? Well...at least I die if I bleed for seven days straight," Robert retorted.

"Eww, why'd you have to go there?" Edgar moaned.

"Shut up back there, you're all giving me a headache!" Tariq said while looking over his shoulder. "So Jake, where are we headed?"

"The bandits that attacked our truck sent the crew back with a ransom note, telling us to bring the money out here. Chances are the truck is nearby, since they don't have a lot of fuel to waste moving it around."

"Why bother selling the gas back to you anyway? Don't they need it?"

"Well," Jake said while cricking his neck, "It's a little complicated. The refinery out here was only recently built; it's part of the reason the PRA are out here. When the invasion first started there was nothing out here worth capturing, so they left us alone until some jackass decided to search for oil and begin drilling while we're on the border of a newfound communist superpower.

"Next thing we know, the PRA roll in and locked the place down. We got used to it though and tried to make the best of things, figured we'd just wait for the Army to come in and rescue us. Well, turns out they didn't, and we ended up being occupied for months until the PRA lost that massive battle back in December last year. After that, they sent their troops stationed here to the north to reinforce their northern lines. What few men that were left here staid in Phoenix, which ended up getting bombed by the very people we had expected to rescue us. Next thing we know, the U.S. had the city secured and put us under martial law...only for the PRA to come right back and retake the city. It changed hands at least four times over the year, with each conflict driving more and more people into the desert where it was relatively safe.

"Only thing was there's not much in the way of supplies out here, so we get by on relief packages sent by the U.S. and PRA governments. See, at first we welcomed the U.S. Army's return, but when they got pushed back again the PRA made examples out of the dissenters. Then when the U.S. came through again, they rounded up people they thought were communist sympathizers. We realized we couldn't trust anyone buy ourselves, which is why you five almost got shot this afternoon."

"I see," Tariq said while watching the sun slowly set over the horizon. "So why are the PRA sending you relief packages? You said there's nothing out here."

"Well, that's not entirely true. They need that refinery we built, and it just so happens the foreman stole some explosives off a dead PRA platoon and has the place wired to blow. Basically, if the PRA don't want the refinery to go up in smoke, they have to agree to trade us food for the oil we ship them. However, the various towns scattered through the area need oil too, so once a week the truck comes by to ration it out."

"So are these bandits PRA soldiers trying to get back at you for making them bend to your will?"

Jake shook his head. "Naw, they're people just like you and me, just trying to survive out here. Without a federal government to chase these guys they can operate out of one town and raid the others without fear of reprisal from their hometown's law enforcement. Hell, they could be working for another town's mayor for all we know. It's not uncommon for towns to squabble for resources."

"I take it this isn't the first time they've tried something like this then," Tariq observed.

"Correct. Usually when they pull something like this they want food. Bandits are rarely welcome unless they share their wealth, and I got a feeling these guys are the greedy types. That means they need more than anything since the various towns around here probably won't bother rationing them anything. The worst part though is we have no choice but to give in. If we don't buy back our fuel, someone else will. Out here, if we don't have fuel to run our generators to power our water pumps, we'll all be dead in a matter of days."

"If this is such a big deal, why not go out and kill these guys before they can strike again?"

"They move their camp around, and we don't have the fuel to spare looking for them," Jake replied. "This is a rare opportunity, so don't blow it. We do this quickly and quietly."

"Right. Elsie, you got your M-21 ready?" Tariq asked.

"Locked and loaded," she replied with a pat to her rifle's stock.

Kyle and Edgar were equally prepared, their H&K M416's both loaded with fresh magazines and each sporting a x4 ACOG scope. Jake flipped off the headlights and pulled off the road, hiding near a large boulder about half a kilometer away from the bandit's supposed campsite.

"Well looky there," he said with an amused expression on his face, "Those idiots built a campfire. My god, how stupid can you get?"

Sure enough, there was an orange glow on the horizon that reflected off the face of a nearby cliff. The bandits had apparently taken cover near the rocks for their obvious strategic advantage, but had also forgotten that a fire makes them highly visible.

"Jake, what if they think you're coming peacefully to retrieve the tanker?" Kyle asked.

"Damn...hadn't thought of that. If they think that, the tank is probably wired to blow in case we try to rip them off," he conjectured. "We'll have to be extra careful then, no one fires until I do. Got it?"

"Firing on your lead, got it," Edgar confirmed.

Together they made their way towards the campsite, making sure to keep low as they crept closer and closer to the bandits. As they got within 200 yards they could hear the bandits talking amongst themselves, with some periodic laughter mixed in. Obviously they weren't afraid of an impending attack, despite having given away their location with a message to the sheriff of Skull Gulch.  Carefully they took positions atop of a boulder that sat fifty yards from the camp's perimeter.

"Elsie, what do you see?" Tariq whispered.

The sun hadn't quite set all the way, but the dull glow of the dusk sun did little to illuminate the area. Vision was restricted to about two hundred feet, then it was just darkness. Thankfully, Elsie's rifle scope had a built in infrared lens that didn't require a battery to operate. While the picture wasn't great, she was at least able to get a profile on each of her targets as she carefully swept her view across the camp.

"Hmm, hard to tell who's who down there, but it looks like the bandits aren't alone."

"What?" Tariq said.

"Yeah...hard to tell, but I think those are PRA troops down there," she replied. "Their gear and helmets look like their make and model. The bandits are all unarmored though, and their stuff looks kinda old, M-16s and pump shotguns it looks like."

Elsie paused as she heard the unmistakable grumble of a diesel engine firing up. Looking to the right, she spotted the fuel tanker, now being driven by one of the PRA soldiers, slowly pulling out of the camp. Another engine fired up and a Humvee with PRA markings on it came over and picked up the rest of the PRA men in the camp before taking off after the tanker.

"Damn!" Jake swore. "We're too late. Looks like someone outbid them for the fuel."

"What now?" Tariq asked.

"We're not going back empty handed. Those bandits are bound to have more fuel, and a couple of cars we can use. Kill off as many as you need, but leave at least one alive. Hopefully he'll know where the PRA took our truck."

"Alright then. Elsie, stay here and cover us. When I pop a shot into the air, start cracking skulls. Just remember to leave one alive for us, okay?"

"You got it," she replied.

Tariq lead the way off the rock, carefully making his way towards the mouth of the camp that lay between two more boulders set at the base of the cliff. Peeking inside, he saw there were about eight bandits sitting around the campfire cooking a pot of stew or something. Cautiously he and Jake stacked up on their side of the entrance, while Kyle, Edgar, and Robert hugged the rock on the other side. Without further ado, Tariq leaned around the edge and fired a single shot at the closest bandit.

POPAP!

"HOLY SHIT!" yelled a lion as the hyena across from him fell dead in his seat.

BANG! CRACK!

The sound of Elsie's M-21 rattled through the night air as her bullet sailed forth, the echo cracking like a whip in sky. Her round hit a wolf in the chest, knocking him dead to the ground in an instant. The bandits hurried to get their weapons, but before they knew what hit them another sniper shot took out their leader while Tariq lead the charge into the camp.

BLAM BLAM BLAM! BANG! CRACK! BLAM BLAM! BANG!

Just like that it was over. Nearly all of the bandits lay dead, save for one whom Tariq had purposely shot in the leg. Walking over to the bandit, he found a young coyote with a Hispanic complexion clutching his wound while fearfully looking up at his attackers.

"Wh-who are you?"

"Just a guy trying to get home," Tariq replied. "Now, who was that in your camp a few minutes ago?"

"I don't know, just some guy who wanted to buy our fuel," the coyote moaned. "God, my leg..."

Robert walked up and grabbed the coyote by the collar of his shirt. "Some guy? No, that guy was in the PRA military. He's not just some guy, so you'd better start coming up with some good answers, or else life is gonna get VERY painful for you, understand?"

"Okay okay!" the man replied nervously. "Look, I don't know his name...I just know that about a week ago he came here and told us to hijack yesterday's oil shipment. Told us he'd pay double what we'd normally ask for it."

Jake walked over at this point while Kyle and Edgar wandered off to go see what was in one of the crates that got dropped off.

"What does the PRA want with our fuel shipment? They already get plenty of fuel from the refinery, why go to the trouble of hiring you to steal it when they can just take it themselves?"

"I-I think this guy might be a renegade. Lots of PRA heading down to Mexico to look for mercenary work in the cartels ever since the war started going bad for them. He needs the gas to get his men down there," the coyote explained.

"Ah, okay. See, isn't life easier when you cooperate?" Robert asked, his tone slightly patronizing. "Now, if you keep talking, I might just give you something to help ease that pain in your leg."

The coyote's ears picked up. "S-sure! What do you want to know?"

"Where'd they take the tanker? Any chance we could catch up with it?"

"Last I heard they had a base near the town of Santa Pedro, it's about thirty miles north west of here," the coyote stated.

"Think you can give me directions?"

The coyote nodded and began elaborating the details while Robert carefully listened to his every word. Meanwhile, Elsie had wandered over from her perch to help Kyle and Edgar inspect the delivery crates.

"Huh, not much in these two," Kyle said as he pried open two plastic boxes to find about a week's worth of canned fruits in one, and canned meats in the other. "I guess food's really that important to them out here."

"This one's just water," Edgar said as he opened the third crate. "Fifty gallons worth of bottled water. How exciting."

"What about the fourth one?" Elsie asked.

"Ugh! Probably the same, judging how heavy it is," Kyle said as he struggled to drag it over with the other three."

"Are you serious? Look at it, it's a quarter the size of the other three," she said.

"You wanna try lifting this thing? It weighs a ton," he insisted.

"Just open it, maybe it's a bomb or something."

"What would bandits want with a bomb?" Edgar asked.

Kyle and Elsie ignored him as they cracked open the case to find it contained not food, not water, not even ammunition. No, for within that black, dust covered crate shone six twenty-four carat gold bars, each weighing fifteen pounds apiece. The three furs just stood there, dumbfounded. Their jaws hung open as the glimmering yellow metal reflected their expressions back at them, their minds still processing the significance of their find.

"Holy...Kyle do you know how much money this is?" Elsie asked?

"Well...gold is currently worth about two grand an ounce...and considering how much these things weigh...I'd wager about two million bucks."

"Shut up!" she shouted. "You're telling me the PRA paid these bandits two million dollars to steal an oil tanker?"

"Maybe they gave'em this crate by mistake. Either that...or there's a lot more where this came from," Kyle replied.

Edgar looked over the gold bars and noticed something was etched into them. Taking out his penlight, he managed to read the inscription.

National Treasury of the People's Republic of America

Los Angeles, CA

Minted August 15th, 20--

"Guys, do you know what this is?" Edgar gasped.

"My retirement nest egg?" Kyle joked.

"No...well...that, but it's also PRA gold! This came from their national bank that prints all their currency. Every PRA dollar's value is based off of this very gold that's supposed to be held in a vault deep in LA. Without it, their money is worthless!"

"If that's the case, then why is their gold out in the middle of the Arizona desert so close to enemy lines?" Kyle wondered.

"Maybe the PRA guys we saw were guarding it and figured it'd be a better use of their time to just take it before we came in and made them deposit it at Fort Knox," Elsie said.

"Could be...which means there's bound to be more gold with them. We've got to tell Tariq so we can catch these guys now before they get away!"

"What? No way! I don't want that Jake guy hearing about this, he'll want some of it too, and then he'll go blabbing to the whole town and they'll just make us give it to them," Elsie countered.

"Good idea. Let's hide what we got here and come back for it later. In the meantime, let's get Tariq and Robert so we can chase down that tanker and hopefully find the rest of the gold these chumps are carrying," Kyle said. "Heck, even if we don't, there's still four hundred grand apiece here. I know quite a few things I could do with cash like that."

"You and me both," Elsie chimed in. "Now c'mon! We ain't gonna strike it rich just flapping our gums about it."

Kyle chuckled at her Kentucky accent and shook his head in mild amusement as he followed her back to Tariq. Staying a few steps behind her, he couldn't help but watch her hips sway in front of him while her tail swished side to side. After a few seconds, he took his eyes off her ass to notice she was looking over her shoulder at him with a knowing smirk. Kyle quickly looked off to the side and tried to pretend he hadn't been looking. Damn, what I'd give to be with her if I didn't have Katie, he thought to himself.