Calamipe: The Warm Touch Of Red Meat
A follow-up to this: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1276991
"Are you sure we'll find him here?" "Oui, he comes here at least once a month." Serenity Coyote and her girlfriend Fifi La Fume were looking for Fifi's old boyfriend, Stripe in the Acme Book-Store-That-Also-Sells-Other-Crap. "He's not in ze video game section." "The closest I could find was this other skunk over at the counter with shades and a mohawk." "Can I help you?" Asked the cashier to the male skunk. "Yeah, can I have the Jerry Lewis version of 'The Nutty Professor'?" He requested, as he removed his sunglasses. "Wait, there he is!" They walked up to him. "Hey, Stripe?" "That's me." "Wha...?" "How much is it?" "That'll be..." "Here you go, keep the change. Hi kitty." Stripe petted a blue cat at the counter. "Sir, I'm afraid this isn't enough to..." "Thanks a lot, bye!" The skunk replied as he left the store.
One Walk To The Acme Apartments Later...
"So, what's up?" "Well, Stripe... How would you react if you found out that Amy Wood moved?" "What're you sa...?" "Well, not that it necessarily happened..." "Then why'd you bring it up?" "Eet was just a leetle zought..." "You are tearing me a-PART Fifi!" Stripe exploded, before she silenced herself. "She left." "Huh?" "Amy Wood. She left. Last night she revealed that she was really a shapeshifting reindeer who came down here from the North Pole to live on Earth for a whole year to see if you were naughty or nice. You did qualify as nice, though. I know, I don't want to carry the weight of this news either, but, someone has to." "You two still together?" "Yep. In fact, I proposed to Fifi last night, and she said 'yes'. The wedding will be in 3 weeks. You're invited to attend. We'll have Mountain Dew." Stripe just sat there in silence. "Sure..." He finally spoke. "Bon! Again, I can tell how you feel, but sometimes eets best to forget about a gone friend to avoid depression." "OK. Merry Christmas." "Ditto!" Fifi replied, as she and Serenity stepped out the door. No sooner than they left, Stripe erupted. "HAAAAAA! Why, Amy? WHY? WHY?! WHY DOES THE CIRCUS HAVE TO BE TOMORROW? IT'S NOT LIKE I CAN JUST WAIT ONE MORE DAY! Wait, we went to the circus last week. WHY?!" Stripe whined. He then dragged his arms across his bookshelf, knocking off all his college sports awards and medals. He then immediately took hold of his television set. After failing to lift it off the surface, however, he let go, and gave it a mild slap in the side. He then trudged toward his other bookshelf, and proceeded to pull out all the books and DVDs and Blu-Rays out in a sort-of-irritated fashion. Once it was completely empty, Stripe collapsed onto the floor, surrounded by "Walt-Dizzy-Direct-To-DVD-Sequel/Prequel/Midquel/Spin-Off-That-No-One-Demanded-But-We-Made-Anyway-To-Reflect-Pop-Culture-Reality" dvds, whimpering like the world was ending. "Well, at least I won't get pinched every night from watching one of these..."
The Next Day...
"Why? Seriously, why did you have to leave me? Outside of the fact that your residence is the North Pole?" Stripe was in the pool locker room, sitting on a bench all alone. He had told his swimming teacher that he needed to use the bathroom, when really, he needed a quote-unquote "dramatic" moment to himself. He then took out a picture from his backpack displaying Amy Wood in a skimpy bikini, emerging from the sea at the boardwalk that they visited over summer vacation. "Well, at least you'll always be right there..." No sooner than he said that, Stripe walked over to a urinal, firmly held the picture up, pulled down the front of his swim-shorts, and began to... Well... You figure it out. However, after a minute and a half of self-satisfaction, Stripe suddenly heard a door open. He quickly stuffed the picture in his pocket, and whistled to himself as Calamity Coyote walked in the bathroom area. "I did not hit him. It's not true. It's bullshit. I did not hit him. I did NOT. Oh, hi Stripe." "Hi Calamity. Wassup with the 'not hitting him' talk?" "Oh, last evening, I hit my younger brother, Misery." "Why?" "Well... I'm not gonna lie, Fifi and Serenity informed me the other day that Clarice Penn had left because she was a magical reindeer spy or some crap. At first I thought they were confusing Christmas with April Fools, but, when I showed up to her house, she was nowhere to be seen." "Ha-ha-ha..." "What's so funny? You know what it's like to lose a girlfriend?" "Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about that April Fools reference. Anyway, I bet your father really let loose on you for domestic violence, especially since the last time I saw Misery, he was like, 6 years old." "Oh, yeah. He really let me have it. After I hit Misery, dad gave me a talk about how great it was being an older brother." Stripe stood there in disbelief. "Ha-ha-ha... What a story, Calamity." "No, he really said that, right after I made it clear that I wasn't the person for Misery to look up to." "Wow, you've got a terrible father..." Stripe replied, as they walked over to the shower area. Stripe had intended an average shower routine today. Strip, get wet, use shampoo, rinse, turn the water off, dry off, possibly redress, and continue classes like nothing happened. But this particular time, he felt something he didn't see coming: As Calamity slowly pulled down his red swim-trunks, Stripe felt the requirement to gaze at this coyote's fluffy behind, complemented with a short tail. His attention then turned to the canine's small gaping mouth between his legs, just above his plentiful scrotum. Stripe continued to watch Calamity as he immediately turned the nozzle, and, ignoring the irritating screeching sound it made, gazed in wonderment as the little droplets of water made their way onto the coyote's chest tuft, and sometimes dissolved inside it. Calamity then grabbed a bar of soap, and proceeded to rub it against his manly torso, his tight arms, and his firm legs, while Stripe found himself practically hypnotized by this sight. "Whoops!" Calamity suddenly dropped his soap, and as he bent over to pick it up, Stripe felt something strike him like lightning as he saw a stick shoot out of the gaping pouch. It was a deeper shade of red than any blood he shed from athletic injuries, thicker than any sausage he consumed, and, strangely enough, made him hungrier in the same comparison. He gazed as Calamity slowly scrubbed his King Kong, making it thicker, and thicker, and... "You gonna shampoo?" "Wha...? Oh, sorry. I was distracted by your..." "Oh, yeah... 'Mah boi'. I just saw Serenity in her ballet outfit, and... Well... That's all you need, right? Sorry you had to see that." "Oh, I don't mind. It happens. Sometimes we just can't control our trigger sights..." "Yep... Well, see ya!" "Same here! Wait, by the way... I was wondering if you wanted to... I don't know, spend the weekend with me, do some bowling, play golf, eat at Weenie Burger..." "Don't see why not." "Great! See you tomorrow!" Stripe replied, as he dried himself off, unaware that the coyote was staring at his black-and-white boi...
Later that Friday...
"Hey, Calamity! Glad you could make it!" "Same here!" "So, after some consideration, I've decided to let you sleep in the TV room." "Thanks, bro." "Don't mention it." As Calamity bent over to unload his overnight bag, Stripe gazed at his behind, with his petite fluffy tail, and thick fruit basket that was not visible, but still detectable from Stripe's heightened sense of smell. Unknownst to Stripe, Calamity could detect the skunk's musk (not the usual musk that they spray) with his own canine instincts. He could smell Stripe's randy mood, his heat, and especially his thick white meat. All these scents made him aroused as well. He could tell what Stripe thought of him, so he began to think up a plan to kill two birds with one stone. "How do you like this place?" "It's pretty nice." "Thanks. What should we do now?" "Well... Pardon me for asking, but... Do you have any women's clothing?" Stripe chortled. "HHHH-HE-HE-HE! *Inhale* What?" "I mean it. Do you have any skirts or dresses or makeup or anything?" "HE-HE-HE... What kinda question is that?" Suddenly, as Calamity leaned on the bookshelf, a box fell off, and opened. Inside it were all sorts of women's clothing. School-girl uniforms, french maid uniforms, cheerleader uniforms, high heels, blouses, bikinis, one-piece swimsuits, bras, panties, garter straps, and wigs that were black, yellow, brown, or red. There were also some assorted make-up kits. Calamity smirked at Stripe. "OK, I keep them with me at all times in case there's any hunter or short-tempered cowboy that trespasses on my apartment grounds. I've learned all about it in my 'self-defense' class. How I should act all flirty and sexy around them, and then kick them in the fruit-basket at the last minute." "Oh, yeah, I know about all that. I was just wondering if... You could... I don't know... Pose in a few for me? Please?" Calamity kneeled before the skunk, with his ears drooping and his eye pupils enlarging. "Fine."
Seconds later...
"Rah-rah-rah! Come on team! Kick the other team's ass!" Of all the times that Stripe imagined he would use his women's clothing, he never guessed it would be for the pleasure of one of his friends. "Come on, Stripey! Put some more optimism in it, huh?" Stripe exhaled in an annoyed way. "Hey, guys! Check out my cute butt!" Stripe exclaimed, as he bent over, presenting his behind covered in elastic pink fabric. "What was that song the cheerleaders were singing just last month?" Stripe groaned in annoyance, but nonetheless, proceeded to dance more provocatively, chanting:
"To those who think that they can better sing and dance and jump, Just watch us, and admire us, then you can kiss my rump!"
"Perfect... We're not done yet though..."
A minute later, Stripe found himself posing and dancing and flashing and reciting various entendres ranging from: "Go easy on me. I'm a transfer student." To: "These stretchable legs aren't just for on-stage talents..." To: "Care to dry me off a bit?" Eventually, the skunk was now guised as a french maid, with a feather-duster in his right hand. He swished the cleaning tool across the coyote's face. "Can you speak. Ma'am?" Stripe gave an unamused look. "Fine. Excuse moi, monsieur nerdy coyote, but have you seen un delectable boy skunk anywhere?" "Meh... Too close to home." "Ees zere anyzing I can do for you... Monsieur Le-Pew?" "Why, yes zere ees... Could you clean my sausage for moi?" "Don't see how you can't do it yourself..." Stripe replied under his breath as he walked to the fridge. "No-no-no. Not there." Stripe turned around to see Calamity smirking, as a familiar sight slowly emerged from his pouch. "Well, this IS kinda what I wanted..." Stripe thought to himself, as he walked back to Calamity. "But first, let me see you strip before moi." Stripe exhaled in annoyance, but he began to dance provocatively. First he kicked off his black high heels, then he lifted his leg up to grasp the plain-white nylon stocking with his teeth, and pull it nearly off his paw. Then he let go, allowing the stocking to shoot off into the corner, before doing the same with the other stocking. Stripe then slowly untied the ribbon holding his apron, before allowing it to fall off his skirt. Stripe then loosened the ribbons holding the bodice to his chest, then softly pushed the short puffy sleeves off his shoulders, and let the bodice drop to the floor. Stripe then slid his fingers inside the black skirt and plain-white petticoat, slowly sliding it down his waist, then his knees, before letting it drop to his feet and kicking it aside. Finally, Stripe turned around, bent over with his legs perfectly aligned, and pulled down his tighty-whities ever so gracefully, before they dropped to the carpet. After all this, the skunk kneeled down on his knees before the canine, and grasped his thick rose-red branch, staring in amazement. After tracing his palm across its oily surface, Stripe stretched his tongue out, and proceeded to lick it in the precise manner as a popsicle stick. Then, with this metaphor still fresh in his mind, Stripe engulfed his mouth around the frozen treat. Only in this case, it was far from frozen. As he tasted his friends meat, Stripe began to grasp his own strength for the sake of heightening his hunger. Stripe had seen this act demonstrated in the "BI-G-L-TR" unit of Professor Le-Pew's class, and had since been looking for an indirect transition into such a position. Now, he had found it, and he couldn't be more thankful for the almighty Tom to grant it upon him. "Ahh... Ohh... Stripe... I'm gonna..." Stripe knew what he was gonna say, and gladly kept the tool inside to confirm it. Stripe originally had the opinion that all males tasted the same, but Calamity proved him wrong. He pulled the sausage out to aim the cannon at his tongue alone, receiving 4 shots of vanilla cream. He pulled the tongue back inside, and swished the substance around his mouth, enjoying the taste while it lasted, then swallowed. Suddenly, the skunk was lifted by the coyote, and positioned so that his (Calamity's) tip was in direct contact with his (Stripe's) exit. Without further ado, the canine squeezed some lube onto his lipstick, massaged it for a few seconds, and slid into Stripe with ease. The skunk tightly closed his eyes, soaking in all the excitement of his coyote friend's strength. He began to stroke his own manhood as Calamity continued his thrusting. Stripe was enjoying this so much, he barely noticed the french maid's hat sliding off his head. At one point the skunk lifted an eyelid, to find his shiny white tool standing firmly. He couldn't ignore it any longer. The skunk leaned his head forward a bit, and licked the black tip for a bit, before forcing himself to stick the whole meat inside his mouth. Stripe had never felt this good since his fourth date with Fifi, or his first night with Amy. He surprisingly found his own mouth to be warmer and more tender than either of them. Calamity pushed himself even further, and faster than he ever did with Serenity or Clarice, which was ironic since they SHOULD be the easiest to infiltrate, yet he had absolutely no trouble fitting into this male skunk. As the two continued to look back onto their memories, while simultaneously taking advantage of each other's company, they eventually, let loose. Calamity shot into Stripe's intestine, before pulling out with the assistance of his semen, and Stripe pulled his mouth out after the first shot, before allowing the rest to travel into his piehole. He never knew he tasted that good.
A Minute Later...
After they showered and dried off, Stripe headed to his beanbag bed, before being touched on the shoulder by his companion. "Care for some company, Stripey?" "Sure thing, lipstick." Replied the skunk, before they settled onto the beanbag, then lay down, with his magnificent tail wrapping around each other.
The End.
Stripe belongs to CJPrime93. (On DA) Serenity Coyote belongs to Kessielou. (Also on DA) Fifi La Fume and Calamity Coyote belong to Warner Bros. Amy Wood, Clarice Penn, and Misery belong to me. (They never physically appear in this story.)