Catch
Catch- By Husky.
Disclaimer thingeh- This story contains a bad plot, poorly developed characters, poor grammar, poor spelling, clichés, overused plot devices, and cheesy romance. Oh, and graphic descriptions of gay furry sex. However, I imagine that that is why you are here. Anyways, onward to our story! This is the first piece I have put out there, so go easy on me.
Dramatis Personae-
Samaki Rojyo- Samaki is an anthropomorphic Siberian Husky, about 6'1, and of slightly larger than average build, 18 years of age, a freshman at Oak State College, a campus of about 3000 in the American Midwest. He struggles through his classes, and does not get along well with his instructors, but he knows how to relax at the end of the day. Samaki is a pre-med major, which explains his heavy class load.
Micah Frisina- Micah is an anthropomorphic Otter, he stands 6'4 and is lithe, weighing a scant 135. Micah is Samaki's closest friend at Oak State, the two graduated high school together. Micah is interested in exactly two things at college: hot girls and cold beer. He is a computer science major, and knows computers as well as his best friend knows cars. Micah and Samaki often go to parties together.
Lara Engel- Lara is an anthropomorphic Fox, she is the shortest of the bunch at only 5'4, but she is built well, most of her 125 pounds concentrated in her d-cup breasts and her sumptuous bum. Lara grew up in the same city as Micah and Samaki, but went to a private, all-girls high-school. She began dating Micah the summer of their senior year, the two met at a party that got broken up by the cops. They spent their first night as a couple in a lockup, sobering up until their parents came to get them the next day. Lara is an elementary education major, and takes her schooling very seriously, rarely going out with the others, much to her boyfriend's dismay.
Eric Lundgren- The oldest in the bunch at 21, Eric is an anthropomorphic Cat, his fur a tortoise-shell pattern of blacks, browns, and an occasional white spot. He is only an inch shorter than Micah, and weighs about the same. Eric is Samaki's boyfriend, the two met on an internet forum during Samaki's senior year of high school. Eric goes to a community college in the city of Ft. Summer, where Samaki, Micah, and Lara grew up. He plans to eventually move down to Oak State with Samaki. For now, they are separated by a two-hour drive, though they do see each other as much as their lives permit. Eric is outspoken and energetic, a good balance to the quiet and shy Samaki.
Catch
"Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit-FUCK!" Samaki was panting and cussing as he leapt out of his bed, his alarm clock blinking "12:00" again. This was the second time in under a week that a power surge had knocked out the clock, and the instructor of his first class had been wary of the excuse the first time the big husky had used it. Looking out the window at the sun, he could tell that day was well underway, and that he was definitely late to his first class. Grabbing a pair of boxers from the desk across the dim room from his bed, he sprinted out into the hallway, turning left, into the bathroom at the end. He cranked the hot water on the shower and hopped in, already kneading shampoo into his fur.
In less than five minutes, he had gone from a smelly lump of disheveled fur to... a slightly less smelly lump of slightly less disheveled fur. Trying his best to keep his fur down, he slid into the silky black boxers he had brought with him from his bedroom, secretly hoping they were clean. After swigging some mouthwash, he ran back to his room, spraying deodorant under his arms, and pulling on a pair of loose blue jeans. He pulled a black wife-beater on, then buttoned up a dark blue Dickie's work shirt with his name embroidered onto the left breast, and an ASE patch on the right sleeve. Grabbing his book bag, he ran out of the room, locking the door behind him and taking the stairs from his fourth floor dorm three at a time, until he hit the ground floor, and continued sprinting out into the parking lot.
He ran through three rows of cars, until he saw his own. Pulling his keys out of his back pocket, he clicked the remote. Finally, something goes right today he thought as the lights flashed and the alarm chirped three times, signaling that it was unlocked. As he got to the car, a black 1996 Grand Prix, he pulled the odd door handle towards him, and slid in, tossing his bag into the passenger foot well. Putting his key into the ignition, he pushed the red button on the dash marked 'Engine Start'. With a satisfying rumble, the small V6 turned over, and within a few seconds, the gauges all steadied, and the car was ready. Pushing the clutch in, he popped the car from reverse to first, feathered the gas, and let the clutch out. With a smooth pull, the car came forward out of the spot, and with but a press of the pedal, rocketed towards the entrance to the lot. Two loud minutes of wide-open-throttle and fast shifts later, Samaki pulled up to a parking space in front of the building his classes were located. Turning the car off, he stepped out and ran into the building, the car ticking behind him as it settled down from the spirited drive in. The husky raced inside, down the stairs, and to his class. This is gonna be a long day... was the last thing he thought before stepping inside the classroom, where the lecture had already started.
"Dude, you got owned!" Micah slapped Samaki on the back as the two of them walked out of the building their last class was in, the same one where Samaki's first was held. They walked down the stairs towards his car. "Yeah, I know man. But Dr. Ludar's got a point, ya know? That is the third time in two weeks I've been late to his class." Pulling his keys out of the back pocket again, he clicked the button that unlocked the car. "You want a ride home?"
"Forget home man, Sarah and Mitch are having a party over at their apartment tonight, I'm gonna go over and help get the keg set up. You wanna come?" the otter grinned at his friend.
"I'll pass man, I've got a paper to write, and I still have to go do a few good runs in the car, finish getting her tuned."
With a resigned sigh, the otter shrugged and pulled a pack of Marlboros from his bag. "Your loss man, it's gonna be killer. Mitch always knows how to tie one on."
Samaki grinned. "Is Lara going?"
"Nah, she's got this thing she's got to do tonight for one of her classes, she's got to drive over to Thomasville for it. She's probably not gonna be back 'til tomorrow morning, if she comes back here at all. She was talking about going up to the city tonight, since it's Friday, and we've got a week off next week. You want to go with her?"
That'd be a good chance to spend some time with Eric... Samaki thought. "Yeah, I think I will. She got a ride up?"
Micah sighed. "Yeah, she's driving my Camaro. Hey, if you see it, tell her to take it easy, my wallet still hurts from paying for the clutch she fried." Micah's pride and joy, second maybe to his 6000 dollar gaming computer, was his red 2001 Chevy Camaro Z28. His girlfriend and Samaki were the only people other than himself that he ever let sit in the driver's seat.
"No problem man. She's got quite the leadfoot though; she gives me a run for my money!" With a chuckle, the husky slid into the charcoal leather of his car and started it.
"Since I can't get ya a ride home, you want one over to Mitch's?" He gunned the engine a few times, the blow off valve whistling each time he let off.
With a dry chuckle, Micah shook his head. "You scare me in that thing man. 150 is not a good cruising speed, regardless of what you say." He clapped his friend on the shoulder before turning and jogging in the direction of the apartment buildings on the other side of the campus. With a shrug, Samaki took off, shifting slowly and easily up to 65 on the two-lane road, where the limit was 25, until he pulled back into his dorm. He had a few things to pack before he did anything else.
Fifteen minutes later, the sun sinking in the sky, Samaki emerged from his dorm carrying a red and black duffel bag, his laptop bag, and a few blue bottles of Bawls. Popping his trunk, he tossed the bag in next to the black box that housed his sub and amp, before hopping into the driver's seat once more. Plugging the laptop in to the port under his dash, he secured it to his passenger seat, and turned it on, as well as the car. After studying the readings for a few minutes, he pulled out his cell phone, flipped it open, and dialed a number.
"Hey Lara. You heading up to Summer tonight? Awesome, same here! When you leaving? Bitchin. I'm heading up now too, wanna drive it together? Cool. Meet me at the gas station by the highway, and we'll head up. Yeah, he's staying for Mitch's party tonight. Alright, see ya in a few. Oh, and Micah says be nice to his car." With a smirk, he hung up. He knew if there was one way to get Lara to beat on the car, it was telling her to baby it. Sure enough, when he heard the throaty growl of that LS1 a few minutes later, and turned to watch the entrance to the gas station, a red Camaro slid in sideways, rear wheels smoking. "Atta girl." She waved once to him, then shifted down into first and turned out onto the highway.
Samaki followed suit, and the two played tag back and forth the entire two-hour drive to the city, Samaki's turbocharged V6 keeping up with the big V8 in the Camaro. By the time they parted ways in Ft. Summer, Samaki heading to his boyfriend's apartment, Lara heading to her parents' house on the other side of town, he was grinning every time she tried to pass. When he did let her by, slowing to make the turn into Eric's parking lot, she blew him a kiss as she passed. With one last smile, he pulled into the closest parking space he could find to her door, shut the car off, and grabbed his bag from the trunk, locked the doors, and climbed the stairs to the door. The husky let himself into the building, using a key he'd had made when Eric had moved into the new apartment. He jogged up the three flights of stairs to Eric's room, and opened the door. Laying his bags down, he glanced around to see if the love of his life was home from work yet. Seeing no sign of him, he clicked on the TV and set about cooking something for dinner, hoping they'd have time to sit down to a nice meal. Whistling happily to himself, the husky busied himself in the kitchen.
Meanwhile, back at Oak State, Micah was having trouble walking. He thought that might have something to do with the number of empty shot glasses at the table he had just vacated, but thought dully, I haven't had that much yet. I can keep going. That was the last thought he had before he collapsed onto the couch next to another freshman he vaguely recognized. With a giggle, the mouse inched away from the unconscious otter now sprawled on most of the couch, snoring loudly. Around him, the party went on.
Up in Ft. Summer, Samaki was just laying dishes on the table when he heard a car pull into the parking lot. Striding to the window, he peered down into the dark parking lot, barely making out the shape of Eric's blue Saab 9-3 Aero. Smiling to himself, he made sure the door was unlocked, and set the mugs of soup he'd made on the table, along with the burger's he'd grilled and the fries he'd cooked to go with the rest of the meal. He walked back to the front door, and opened it when he heard Eric getting his keys out. The tall cat looked at him with some surprise.
"Hey you. Didn't think you were going to drive up this weekend." He walked into the apartment, and kissed his husky deeply, his tongue working around in his muzzle, eyes closed. He finally broke the kiss when he heard a door close down the hall, and moved the rest of the way inside, shutting the door. "I'm glad you're here though. Haven't seen you in too long." He moved in for another kiss, but Samaki stopped him.
"I cooked dinner for us. Let's eat first, love." He smiled and walked to the fridge, pulling out a cold beer for each of them. "Ya know, I'm glad one of us is 21." He walked to the table, sat down, and cracked the beer open. With that, the two began eating. They didn't talk much until they were done and had cleared the dishes. By then, they were sitting curled up together on the couch in the living room, watching TV. Eric was sitting up, Samaki was laying with his head in the cat's lap, while Eric ran his fingers through the husky's hair, and down his neck.
"So how's my puppy doing?"
Samaki sighed. "Oh, good and bad. Car's junk, as usual, but it kept up with Micah's Camaro."
"Heh... How'd you get Micah to do anything mean to his car?" Eric grinned, he knew as well as Samaki did that Micah was one of the few people who could own a car like his and not drive it hard.
"Lara was driving." Eric smiled and nodded knowingly.
"Well, there doesn't seem to be anything good on TV. Care to move to the bedroom with me...?"
Samaki stood up and stretched, showing off his body to his lover. "I think that would be a great idea. Let me grab my bag... I've got some supplies in there."
"Supplies?" Eric raised an eyebrow.
"You'll see, oh cute and skinny one. Now hop on back there and get ready, I'll be there in a few seconds." As Eric padded back to the bedroom, Samaki opened his bag, and grabbed a bottle of clear liquid from it. He followed his mate to their bedroom, pulling the door shut behind him, grinning from ear to ear.
Down at Mitch and Sarah's apartment, things weren't going well. Apparently, the party had gotten too loud for their neighbors, who had called the police. They had also had the good grace to call Mitch and alert him of this. Within minutes, the kegs and bottles had been tossed into the beds of two pickup trucks parked outside. The trucks' owners quickly put them in gear and pulled away, leaving the party for the night. The crowd inside quickly dispersed as well, leaving only a pair of foxes, tucked away in a closet, oblivious to what was going around them, and Micah, still passed out on the couch. The police were at the apartment within ten minutes, and they kicked the foxes, which were still sober, out into the street after telling them to use a rubber next time. When one of them walked into the living room, he spotted the otter on the couch.
"Got one in here! Probably needs to sleep it off." Damn kids... if this one pukes on me, I'll arrest him on the spot the officer thought to himself as he moved to wake Micah up. "C'mon kid... Up and at 'em." After a few seconds, he began to worry. Checking for a pulse, he panicked. "Call the EMTs NOW! I've got one in here not breathing!" The ambulance rolled up a few minutes after that, and immediately the EMTs in it started working on Micah, but their faces were grim.
"Ooh... You look good in that"
"What, my boxers?" Samaki looked up at Eric, who was lying on the bed.
"No... That."
"Err... I'm naked." The husky blushed under his fur.
"Exactly. Now grab you 'supplies' and get in here. We need to have some fun." He patted the bed next to him. With a grin, Samaki grabbed the bottle of K-Y he'd taken from his bag in the living room, and slid into bed, under the covers, lying next to his cat.
"Where should we st-" He cut his sentence short when Eric moved a finger up to press against his lips.
"Shhh... Let's just enjoy the moment." He pulled the husky close to him, their sheathes rubbing together, as did their chests. Closing his eyes, Samaki leaned down and kissed Eric deeply, their tongues dancing in their muzzles. Still kissing, Eric moved his paws around to the husky's tail, gently kneading his rump, one finger working down to his tailhole, circling around it. Samaki moaned into his the kiss, lifting his tail to let the cat's small paws in. As the digit probed his tailhole, he moved one paw down to cup his partner's balls, gently massaging his sack and sheath, until he felt the tip of Eric's member poking out, the spines on it laying flat for the moment. With one last moan, he broke the kiss, leaning up on the bed, and shuffling around to straddle Eric. With a warm smile, he offered the bottle to the cat, and turned around, his rear facing Eric. After a second, the brown and black feline opened the bottle, poured a few drops onto his fingers, and began massaging them into Samaki's tailhole. After a moment, he worked first one, then a second digit into the tight, pink pucker. When he thought the husky was well-lubricated, he removed the fingers and set the bottle on the nightstand.
"Shall we?" Samaki turned back around, once again facing his lover, and straddled him once more, this time reaching a paw down to guide his stiffening member up to meet with his now glistening rosebud. Looking down into his love's eyes, he slowly lowered himself down, impaling himself on the hot meat. After a few seconds, Samaki pushed down further, then began to pull up, those spines, typical for a feline, brushing against his inner walls and causing him great pleasure. After only a few thrusts, the husky's own 9 inch member was free from its sheath, the knot growing rapidly. As he pushed up and down onto Eric's rod, the cat opened his eyes and leaned forward as best he could, taking the tip of Samaki's knotted cock into his muzzle, suckling gently at the tip. He reached a paw up to wrap around the base, behind the growing knot, and took as much of the shaft in his mouth as he could. Within minutes, the two were nearing climax, both grunting and moaning. Eric came first, going completely still and mewing loudly, Samaki could feel his seed spray inside him. After a few last thrusts, he stopped, and leaned backwards, letting Eric finish him off in his muzzle, which he soon did, swallowing most of the husky's thin juice. The two collapsed onto the bed, panting and moaning. After a few minutes, they closed their eyes and slept, Eric's arms wrapped around Samaki, who curled up against his stomach and chest.
The next morning, Eric woke first when his alarm went off. Careful to leave his husky sleeping, he quietly showered and dressed, before leaving for work. A few hours later, Samaki drifted into consciousness, yawning sleepily. He too showered, dressed, and ate. When he was done with the bowl of cereal, he went into the living room. Spying a note on the table near the couch, he picked it up and read it.
_Sami- I've got to work until 6 tonight, and then I'm meeting with a client for dinner. I probably won't be home until very late, so I understand if you want to head home. If you're here though, dinner will be on me. Last night was fun, we should make time for it more often. Anyways, I'll call you later. I love you!
Eric_
With a smile, Samaki wondered what he should do with the rest of the day. He decided he'd head down to Oak State, grab a few things out of his dorm, and check on Micah, try to talk him into coming up for the week. It had been a while since the two had done anything. Whistling happily, he grabbed keys and a bottle of Bawls from the refrigerator. Hopping into his car, he turned it on and headed right, fast trance blaring from the speakers, he turned it up in time to hear some of the lyrics as he accelerated onto the highway that would take him south...
Out of my way I'm coming
I'm gonna catch you if I can
Out of my way, stop running
I'm gonna catch you if I can
Catch you...
Catch you...
Well, there you have it. The first installment in what I hope to be a long series of the adventures of Sami and the gang. Let me know what you think! Comments rock!