{"sf1_id":1716062,"sf2_id":"ve3O4Wbe","title":"Be Coul, Will Travel (Chapter 4)","author":"STRONG","words":3324,"posted_at":"2021-05-08T23:43:21.000Z","tags":["Cheetah","Female","Human","M/F","Madmax","Male","cars","driving"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1716062-be-coul-will-travel-chapter-4","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ve3O4Wbe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/8b/68/8b68915b-d0b9-4ba3-b5ff-5d478717afcc","description":"be Coul, will travel chapter 4","content":"Chapter 4: What We Fight For\n\nParnell \"Piston\" Dashwood sat in his trolley's solitary sanitation capsule, barely watching as the outside locomotives drove towards the slaver camp. The Locomotives shone white and silver, anointing their convoy as one of the Silverjaws, marking them as above the local raiders. Several Locomotives swerve and fire their arsenal; but Piston ignored that, instead focusing on a print of the Novella \"Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets\".\n\nThe battle outside HIS capsule did not matter to him, the muffled sounds of explosions and gunfire barely fazed him because they didn't affect him. Honestly, He didn't know why Lord Byron had sent him on this retrieval mission. The Baron had dealt with these...commoners enough. He had his bride secured; there was no need to send Sir Piston! At least, he thought so.\n\n\"Sir Piston, we have an issue\" Came a radio comms from the battalion's frontrunner. Lazily picking up the radio, Piston spoke into it with annoyance.\n\n\"What\" He said, barely hiding his contempt. His job was to collect the mistress, secure enough wives for the men to be happy, and collect enough men for the fighting pits for entertainment.\n\n\"Look up\" came the reply, causing Piston to curse slightly. Who was this nothing to order him to look u-\n\nA huge pillar of smoke billowed from the encampment he was meant to trade with, the gate shattered and launched to the opposite side of the courtyard. Piston's locomotive came to a halt inside the walls of the once flourishing slave encampment. Now bullet holes were the main trade here.\n\nThe pillar of smoke billowed from a giant piled of bodies, hiding who was who among the dead.\n\n\"Search for who did this...AND secure the package\" Piston ordered into his radio, stepping out of his locomotive and pointing a heavy revolver at the nearest of the service.\n\nThe Service was only there to serve the Silverjaws elites, maybe with enough work and tithes, one of them could join the elites but until then they served without question.\n\n\"Sir, package is missing\" Came a voice that wanted to report something big, but not one who wants to report bad news. Immediately Piston's mind exploded into thoughts of what to do, there is a reason he is the second in charge of the Silverjaws. In the same moment He pulls the trigger of his revolver, blowing the nearest serviceman's head off. Of course, the man didn't do anything wrong, but Piston wanted a momentary release of frustration.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat's what the service is for anyway, to service the elites no matter what.\n\n\"Search for tracks, oil spills, anything out of the ordinary, Lord Byron will NOT accept this slight against his honor!\" Piston screamed into his comms; rallying the service through terror.\n\nLord Parnell Dashwood would find the barbarian responsible for this and have him crucified under the laws of Lord Byron.\n\nOf this he was certain.\n\n\\\u003eSunlight shines right into your eye, making you swear momentarily as you're blinded.\n\n\\\u003eLast night was a haze of warm fires, sharing food, snuggling Coul and fucking up Ravish, beyond that it's a blur of nothingness.\n\n\\\u003eYou're currently in you chariot, ready to go and blaze a path forwards.\n\n\\\u003eCoul sits in her comfy seat next to you, giving slight snore purrs as she sleep with her goggles on.\n\n\\\u003eYou must've drunkenly decided that your new chairs were more comfortable than your sleeping mats.\n\n\\\u003eYou sit up sharply, twisting your back slightly to earn a few pops, then twisting your neck to earn a few more.\n\n\\\u003e\"Magnus you awake and ready\" you grunt, checking over the status of your chariot.\n\n\\\u003ePower good, fuel good, cannon air pressure good, tread durability good, oil good.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yea yea it's all good\" you hear through the comms along with a hardy thump on the roof of the cab.\n\n\\\u003eGently, you place's Coul's headphones on her, and turn them to simply noise cancelling.\n\n\\\u003eNo need to wake her sleeping perfection.\n\n\\\u003eYou admire her for a moment, JUST a moment before you get down to business.\n\n\\\u003e\"WAKE UP\" you growl loudly through the main radio acting as a VERY mean alarm clock.\n\n\\\u003e\"Get your shit ready in the next 5 minutes\" you growl \"or get left behind\".\n\n\\\u003eYou hear a chorus of \"ready boss\" and \"let's go boss!'.\n\n\\\u003eCoul purrs softly as you let your chariot roar to life, screaming hatred into the wasteland.\n\n\\\u003e\"Lets fucking GO\" You yell into the comms, ready to slam onto the gas pedal.\n\n\\\u003eAt this point, any group wanting to attack you would go the way of the clankers.\n\n\\\u003eThey were bold, or desperate to risk so much to try and take on such a large group.\n\n\\\u003eBefore you floor it, you double check Coul's headphones.\n\n\\\u003eThe headphone microphone combo is noise cancelling, if set to the right setting.\n\n\\\u003eGently, you ensure her headphones to cancel noise only, not allowing her to hear radio chatter.\n\n\\\u003eFor another moment, you sit in your chariots seat, admiring Coul.\n\n\\\u003eGolden fur...thick thighs, and a bubbly personality; her looks and rarity was enough to draw anyone to her, but there was something else you could feel under that.\n\n\\\u003eBut now was not the time for a deep dive of feelings.\n\n\\\u003eYour Chariot screams to life as you floor it and shift gears.\n\n\\\u003eDozens chariots and several dozen war rigs scream into life behind you, leaving a huge cloud of dust and sand.\n\n\\\u003eUnder your mask you smile, knowing this force was something to be reckoned with.\n\n\\\u003eOne war rig was enough to take on a few chariots, no matter how well equipped they were.\n\n\\\u003eYou had at least 3 dozen of them accompanied by at least a hundred chariots.\n\n\\\u003eLosses and gains happened on this excursion, you would have a more accurate count later.\n\n\\\u003eNow is not the time to think of that though, although you think you have positive gain.\n\n\\\u003eSand streams behind your chariot as you speed onward, leading trails of sand and dust.\n\n\\\u003eYou hear every vehicle in your convoy scream to life behind you.\n\n\\\u003eAt this point it might as well be a living breathing thing that moves as one; engulfing, digesting, and excreting uselessness.\n\n\\\u003eThe might of the Sand Eaters moves as one.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eYou drive through the forsaken plains of sand and dust towards your home.\n\n\\\u003eCrumbling skyscrapers begin to dot the horizon, showing the might that USED to be humanity.\n\n\\\u003eNow...Now they are just land, something used as land markers for you and your faction.\n\n\\\u003eYou know of a faction that lives on the tip top of the skyscrapers.\n\n\\\u003eThey called themselves the sky people, and they were good for trading with for seeds.\n\n\\\u003eIn any other situation, you would have raided them and stolen everything.\n\n\\\u003eBut who wants to climb dozens of stories of staircases?\n\n\\\u003ePlus they were so few that raiding them would be pointless.\n\n\\\u003eSo they were a sometimes trading partner, only because you couldn't effectively raid them.\n\n\\\u003eAs you drive through the dust covered remains of the city the sky men called home, you wonder that life was like before the nukes dropped.\n\n\\\u003ePeople lived and worked here; traveled up and down these giant buildings.\n\n\\\u003eDid they both live and work here? The \"cubicles\" were big enough for someone to live and \"work\".\n\n\\\u003eAka push buttons for \"work\".\n\n\\\u003eA few of your more history centric scouts have told you how it worked in the past.\n\n\\\u003ePeople worked hard, pushing buttons and solving math.\n\n\\\u003eAnd then they traveled to tiny little rooms to live.\n\n\\\u003eThen then mostly just killed themselves.\n\n\\\u003eWith a shake of your head, you push those thoughts away as you hear Coul's soft mumblings.\n\n\\\u003eThe buildings are big enough for multiple floors of manufacturing.\n\n\\\u003eBut there was nothing meant for building in these \"Skyscrapers\".\n\n\\\u003eThese tall building scratching the clouds where filled with \"computers\", which were nothing more than machines that thought like a person.\n\n\\\u003eThe few you had let be saved were useful, but you didn't really know why.\n\n\\\u003eSome of the men read about how to work the computers, and as such helped you keep power and fresh water.\n\n\\\u003eOf course, you could read the old world alphabet, but most couldn't.\n\n\\\u003eAs your convoy swerves through the remains of this once prolific city a pink flare detonates in front of you.\n\n\\\u003eFor a moment, you dig in the center consul of your chariot, shifting between colors.\n\n\\\u003eAt last you find the pink flare and set it into your flare gun, aiming upwards to avoid any buildings.\n\n\\\u003eThe flare launches with a loud hiss than pop, spreading pink dye outwards.\n\n\\\u003eGoing through the cities was easier, pre made roads allowed easy travel.\n\n\\\u003eThe wastelands was full of roads to everywhere, but many were set with \"tolls\" or checkpoints you had ordered to simply be destroyed.\n\n\\\u003eThe sky people were a good ally though, a naturally...what was the word.\n\n\\\u003eSymbiotic relation?\n\n\\\u003eThey gave a great early warning, seeing further that you ever could and you helped repel and one who sought to harm them.\n\n\\\u003eThe sky people likened it to Ants fighting ladybugs to protect aphids; whatever that meant.\n\n\\\u003eRegardless the seeds and vegetables they occasionally bring you was worth it.\n\n\\\u003eOf course they had their toll too.\n\n\\\u003e\"Gabriel\" you radio calmly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yea, want me to drop off the usual?\" he responds.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yea\"\n\n\\\u003eThe sky people; despite having a safe society, didn't have access to meat, so you would drop some off at the base of one of their buildings.\n\n\\\u003eYou trusted Gabriel to handle the task as you race through the city, your treads kicking up dust.\n\n\\\u003eAs you drive, you see Coul yawn, carefully not opening her mouth as she yawned, even though she has a mask covering her nose and mouth.\n\n\\\u003eShe blinks a few times then fully opens her eyes in surprise, gazing at you with fear while shrinking back slightly.\n\n\\\u003eYou see her mouth moving, but her headset is still set to silent.\n\n\\\u003eAs you reach over to fix her headset she flinches from your hand but doesn't retreat.\n\n\\\u003eWith a flick of a switch you turn her radio to talk to yours and are immediately flooded with gibberish\n\n\\\u003e\"THITMEIMSORRYMASTERIOVERSLEP\"\n\n\\\u003e\"QUIET\" You roar over her babbling, looking back at the road ahead of you.\n\n\\\u003eCoul falls quiet and shrinks away even further from you in her seat, trying to protect her head with her hands and forearms.\n\n\\\u003eGently, you reach over and grab one of her delicate paws.\n\n\\\u003e\"What's wrong little one?\" you ask as you hold her soft paw gently.\n\n\\\u003eCoul refuses to make eye contact as she answers.\n\n\\\u003e\"I-I overslept! I did not provide my master with food\" she squeaks quietly into the mic.\n\n\\\u003eYou smile at the silliness of it.\n\n\\\u003e\"That's all? Shush and look behind your seat\" you calmly instruct, letting her paw go and pointing behind her seat.\n\n\\\u003eCoul looks at you skeptically, then spins in her seat deftly, showing her shapely ass and body encased in tight leather.\n\n\\\u003eOooo if you weren't driving.\n\n\\\u003eMaste-uh Tread? There is just a-\" She begins, her tail swishing back and forth in front of you.\n\n\\\u003eGod dam it, it's hard to keep focused on the road in front of you when she is here.\n\n\\\u003e\"Just a few bags of jerky, pick one and come up here\" you respond to her.\n\n\\\u003eCoul does as she's told, sitting in the new comfy seat next to you.\n\n\\\u003e\"Mas-Tread, why am I not punished for oversleeping\" Coul quietly mewls as she settling back into her seat.\n\n\\\u003e\"Gimme a big piece!\" you say, using one hand to pull your mask out of the way.\n\n\\\u003eCoul cautiously gives you a big piece of beef jerky, which you promptly devour.\n\n\\\u003e\"WE ARE ON THE ROAD, EAT WHAT YOU WANT DO WHAT YOU WANT\" You shout through the radios, letting everyone hear it.\n\n\\\u003eYou try to snatch the bag from her.\n\n\\\u003eCoul nearly drops the jerky, but her claws dig into it in defiance.\n\n\\\u003e\"There ya go, you earned that bag, so what are ya gonna do with it?\" you ask Coul, reaching for the bag once more.\n\n\\\u003e\"MINE!\" She hisses, baring her fangs at you, pulling her bag to her chest.\n\n\\\u003eYour mask is still down as you smile, letting her see it.\n\n\\\u003e\"Good girl\" you say as you reach forwards and rub her ears.\n\n\\\u003eYou can feel her purr as she munches on jerky, letting you rub the sensitive spots between her ears.\n\n\\\u003ePulling your hand away, you reach behind you seat and grab another bag of jerky, then grab one more.\n\n\\\u003e\"Maxon, heads up\" you say as you toss a bag to him.\n\n\\\u003eYou don't even have to check to see if her catches it, knowing he will.\n\n\\\u003e\"We got any company\" you call into your radio, knowing they sky people will pick it up.\n\n\\\u003e\"Nothing since you defeated the winged cars yesterday\" comes a shallow whispered voice, barely audible in your radio.\n\n\\\u003eCoul devours her jerky ravenously as you respond.\n\n\\\u003e\"Copy, usual left for you in the usual spot\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e\"May the gods smile on you friend\" answers the voice and a slight click lets you know they aren't listening anymore.\n\n\\\u003eWeirdos, the lot of them, but more useful than a hindrance.\n\n\\\u003eThat that doesn't occupy your thoughts as you see Coul finish her bag and dive behind her seat for another.\n\n\\\u003eAs she settles into her seat with the bag, you pat her thigh and squeeze it to get her attention.\n\n\\\u003e\"Last bag little one, we're almost home, we'll have more there\" you instruct.\n\n\\\u003eCoul holds the bag close for a moment, then nods and digs in; purring happily.\n\n\\\u003eThe only reason you know she's purring is you feel the vibrations as you hold her thigh.\n\n\\\u003eAnother hour of driving and you start to see home.\n\n\\\u003eWalls raise up on the horizon, 10 meters tall with towers every few dozen meters.\n\n\\\u003eThis was once a military base, now it is your home.\n\n\\\u003eOne tower is above everything else as you approach the walls, and once more you aim a flare gun skyward.\n\n\\\u003eWith a slight FOONT sound a red flare arcs up and red and black flag raises on one of the towers.\n\n\\\u003eA huge door slowly swing open, wide enough for only 2 chariots at a time.\n\n\\\u003eTowards the end of the wars, these military bases were the last holdouts of society.\n\n\\\u003eAs such they had huge walls, stopping raiders.\n\n\\\u003eTowards the end, the military was fighting off desperate civilians, not foreign adversaries.\n\n\\\u003eWhat was left was a literal fortress, full of buildings and supplies and a VERY defensive position.\n\n\\\u003eSteering calmly, you're through first leading the entire convoy through the base and onto a runway.\n\n\\\u003eThe sound of honking horns fills the air as the entire group mobilizes.\n\n\\\u003eYou step out of your chariot and meet 2 figures waiting to greet you.\n\n\\\u003e Sebastian, your Siege master, a tall yet hunched over hyena, in charge of the defenses of the base.\n\n\\\u003eAnd Kazza, your quartermaster, a Shark female in an enclosed suit full of sea water.\n\n\\\u003eThe Ocean didn't dry up after the bombs fell so long ago; in fact they expanded.\n\n\\\u003eAs such getting seawater for her suit and underwater quarters wasn't hard.\n\n\\\u003eGenerally most aquatic anthros died of drying out, but this base had underground quarters that had pipes connected to the ocean, which wasn't far.\n\n\\\u003eIt actually made your home more defensible, the ocean at your backs, you only had to defend one side.\n\n\\\u003eBut that isn't important now.\n\n\\\u003e\"No attacks while you were away\" comes Sebastian's quick report in a bored monotone voice, nodding towards the now closing gates of the base before turning away.\n\n\\\u003e\"Got something you might like, see me later\" he calls over his shoulder as he walks towards the nearest guard tower.\n\n\\\u003eSebastian was never one for conversation.\n\n\\\u003eKazza stands tall and gives what could only have been a sloppy pre world salute.\n\n\\\u003e\"we're still good on most supplies besides fresh meat! Me an' a few of the aquatic anthro have tried hunting in the ocean but nothings out there besides seaweed\" she reports, gesturing in the general direction of the ocean.\n\n\\\u003e\"We got some meat on this raid, is the seaweed edible?\" You ask, walking past her and motioning for Coul to follow you.\n\n\\\u003eCoul Follows and Kazza doesn't so much as acknowledge her as she also follows.\n\n\\\u003e\"Seaweed IS edible, but salty; we would need to up water production, what else did ya get?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Alcohol, lots of metal and fabric, ON the pillar there is a bed I want delivered to my living area\"\n\n\\\u003eYou hear Kazza scribble away on a notepad, keeping track of what you say.\n\n\\\u003eShe can't read the pre-world language, but made her own up to keep track of everything.\n\n\\\u003e\"Annnnd the dame?\" Kazza finally asks, meaning Coul.\n\n\\\u003e\"Mine\" you growl, as you reach the elevator to the tallest tower, beckoning Coul inside it.\n\n\\\u003e\"Get me my share and divide the rest up with the crews, I want that bed before sundown\"\n\n\\\u003eKazza looks non plussed at your demands as she stares at her notepad (although it's a bit hard to tell with her suit); and simply waves negligently.\n\n\\\u003e\"You'll get your share boss. Let's see how big a score this job was\" she remarks as the elevator door closes.\n\n\\\u003eThe elevator starts to rise and you stare out through glass windows.\n\n\\\u003eCoul quietly presses against you, her paws wrapping around your arm.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ww-what is this mas-er- Tread?\" she asks, her claws gently digging into your sleeve.\n\n\\\u003e\"This is home, and more specifically our home\" you answer as the elevator dings and the doors open wide.\n\n\\\u003eYou took your home at the top of the Airport tower, able to watch the whole base and far beyond it.\n\n\\\u003eWhile decor is not your strong suit, living was; a thick metal and stone furnace for heating has been constructed.\n\n\\\u003eThe entire \"room\" has been cleared, and the full 10 meter by 10 meter room is full of furs, tools on racks, and different weapons.\n\n\\\u003eBut as a tradeoff, most of the walls are made of glass.\n\n\\\u003eOf course your bed (Which you will be upgrading) is in the very center, next to the furnace.\n\n\\\u003eA large sofa rest in a corner, a squat table in front of it, covered in weapon cleaning\n\n\\\u003eA Large Freezer sits in one corner, full of some \"Fresh\" food, a simple wooden construction holds other foods and drinks.\n\n\\\u003eA small room with a rear wall to the elevator shaft is full of clothes and gear.\n\n\\\u003eThe entire base has power of course, you're place is no different, but you have plumbing and hot water in your home, located in a small bathroom.\n\n\\\u003eSome of the others had the same, but most had to share communal bathrooms and showers.\n\n\\\u003e\"Welcome to my cage little lower\" you say as you step in, leading Coul by the paw.\n\n\\\u003eShe looks around as you watch for her reaction.\n\n\\\u003eWhen she finally meets your gaze; she smiles wildly.\n\n\\\u003e\"I love it! We can see so much! can I help decorate?!\" she happily mewls, pulling her paw from your hand and spinning in place, looking around.\n\n\\\u003eYou let out a breath you had been unknowingly been holding, somehow finding her approval...comforting?\n\n\\\u003e\"Of Course you Can Coul, it's your home too\" you answer as you set your weapons down on the table and sit down on the couch.\n\n\\\u003eHer eyes positively sparkle as she looks around then settle on you.\n\n\\\u003e\"Mas-...Tread...We are finally alone, maybe I can...show you some of my other training\" She purrs, her tongue sliding out of her mouth, showing of the dual piercings.\n\n\\\u003e\"I would very much enjoy that Coul\" you answer, feeling your body tense in anticipation.\n\n\\\u003eCoul's eyes turn predatory for a moment and she purrs happily.\n\n\\\u003e\"Goooood, let me show you what I got\"","series":{"name":"Be Coul, Will Travel","previous":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmBNz9Xm"}}