It's A Long Story
...It's a Long Story
(Short story by Sylvr)
Disclaimer: This little enchilada contains yiffs, nekked furs and underage drinking...lots and lots of underage drinking...yada, yada, yada...if you're not supposed to read about this kinda stuff...go away now, you've been warned...or at the least, lock your freakin' door so your lil' sis or momma don't catch ya reading this, m'kay? YOU'VE BEEN WARNED...now, onto what you came to read...
***
Seeing the blue lights in his rearview mirror, Jake slowed down, bringing his mid seventies F250 to a stop along the shoulder of the two lane blacktop he was on. Crap, as if my head wasn't already throbbing hard enough, the grey fox thought to himself. The jet black wolfess sitting in the passenger seat looked at him nervously.
The cop that came to his door, a middle aged raccoon, looked up at him and sternly asked, "You do know it is illegal for people to ride in the cargo box on a public road, right?"
"Yea, I know, we were just running to McDonalds for some coffee, five miles at most" he groaned.
"Coffee? At ten forty five?"
"Yea, help chase off a real bastard of a hangover."
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to get out of the truck."
"Why?"
"Field sobriety test, make sure you're not still drunk."
"Fine" he grumbled and opened the door and jumped out. "Damn that's a long way down with a headache" he moaned, holding his head after landing, between four inches of lift and 35 inch tires, it felt like quite a fall.
"Um, sir, where are your clothes?" the officer asked, looking at a completely nude Jake.
"It's a long story..."
***
5:20, the day earlier, auto mech. class
"Well, that's 'bout it, whatta you say we take her for a drive, try and scare someone?" Mark, an arctic wolf and best friend of Jake, asked.
"Hell yea, what did ya have in mind?"
"Beer run for tonight?"
"Lets rock and roll!" Jake said, tossing the last of his tools in his toolbox. The two had spent the last two auto mechanics classes bending up and installing a custom, dual three inch exhaust system for Jake's truck. The whole system was new, from the tube headers to the dual Thrush glasspacks to the tailpipes that exited under the rear bumper.
Minutes later, with their tools locked away, they jumped in the lifted truck. Jake put the clutch to the floor and hit the key, the 460 big block shook the whole truck as usual when it thundered to life, the now free flowing exhaust system growled throatily. All the other students' heads in the shop snapped towards the old Ford, some cheered, gave the thumbs up or clapped, others booed or flipped him off, depending on what logo was stitched on their ball cap.
"DAMN!" Jake yipped, grinning ear to ear, his truck finally had the menacing sound he was looking for.
"Rev it up once" Mark suggested.
Some of the other students actually covered their ears when Jake snapped the barefoot gas pedal twice, the sound rattling off the concrete block walls, echoing like crazy.
"Bet that will get you in trouble in town!" Mark remarked.
"Hopefully..." Jake remarked, slipping the truck into reverse and backing out of the bay. Pulling out of the college's driveway, he slammed through the five speeds, heading for the town's liquor store, getting flipped off by more than one person in either a Prius or ricer. The whine coming from the 35 inch mud tires was less noticeable on the highway than before, it seemed.
"So now what?" Jake asked, coming out of the liquor store twenty minutes and a thirty pack of PBR later.
"Head back to the apartments, put the beer in the fridge, and get ready for tonight."
"What's the theme?"
"Anything but clothes, you got any ideas what ya might wear?"
"Yea, I think I got something, you?"
"Oh yea, got this one planned out!"
***
Jake, wearing a burlap sack, with holes cut out for his head, arms and tail, opened his door at nine thirty to Mark trying to beat it down.
"You actually thought this out didn't you?" he asked Mark, wearing what could only be described as a metal skirt, composed of two large speed limit signs riveted together, forming a hoop, held up by two long rubber straps over the shoulders, an Iowa 80 Interstate sign acted as a shield across the front, the whole getup only covered his midsection, leaving most of his abdomen and chest visible.
"Yea, weird, I know" he responded, grinning.
"Let's go get bombed and get some pussy!"
"I like your thinking, there'll be some serious tail tonight too, last party of the year!"
Grabbing the 30 pack and half a twelve pack of Blue Ribbon he already had, Jake jumped in the truck, tossing the beer between the seats.
"Pre-party beer?" he asked Mark, pulling out two cans from the open twelve pack, and cracking one for himself.
"Yea, why not, what's the chance we get caught?"
"Like I give a shit!" he stated, taking a long swig before starting the engine and heading for the main highway, enough practice had taught him to hold a beer can and shift with the same hand.
Finishing off his beer several miles down the road, Jake tossed the can out the window and downshifted, turning onto the dirt county road that the abandoned barn was on, dubbed the party barn, it was the usual party hole for the college. Sliding up to stop on a patch of grass that served as parking, they jumped out, each grabbing a few cans.
There was already a bonfire roaring, a mixture of classic rock and country blasted through a cobbled together stereo outside the barn and enough booze flowed to stock a small liquor store twice over.
As the night started heating up, Jake kept noticing two jet black wolf chicks, wearing bed sheets tied up into togas, always together, he guessed they were twins, by the fact they would be near impossible to tell apart.
"What's the story on those two smokin' hot black wolves?" he asked Mark, both standing by the fire, a cigarette hung from the wolf's mouth.
"Other than the obvious, they won't touch ya unless you're a wolf, and a pure one at that, so you're outta luck" Mark said before taking a long drag and tossing the butt in the fire.
"Nut jobs."
"Yea, but I'm a wolf, so I'm in!"
"Your dad's a fox, dude."
"So, I'm still a wolf, they don't need to know I'm not pureblood."
"Nice...now, since there's no chance of me getting under their togas, I'm going to go and assault my liver."
"Have fun!"
In the barn, sitting on a couch that was so broke down you had to be careful where you sat, or risk not being able to have kids, Jake was already half drunk, watching two teams of ten very drunk furs attempting to play flip-cup. He lost track of where Mark was over an hour earlier, after kicking a couple freshman asses in beer pong, not that he cared too much anyway.
When a beer can bounced off the side of his head, he turned to see the wolves again, "Look, fox, we've noticed you eyeing us...you're not a wolf, so LAY OFF, WE'RE NOT INTERESTED!" the one on the right yelled in an icy cold voice. Her sister just stood there, glaring at him.
Not one to back down and because he was pretty wasted, he cracked open another beer and slurred out in retort, "Aw, shut up...get drunk and loosen up some, bitch!"
They stalked off angrily, leaving Jake to his beer. Heading back out to his truck around one in the morning for a beer, he finally found Mark, in the bed of the truck, passed out with one of the wolves and a red vixen, numerous items of 'clothing' spread about.
"Huh, lucky son of a bitch" he mumbled, walking away with the last two cans of the thirty pack.
Sitting on the grass in front of the bonfire, he started on his last beer, enjoying the well drunken state he was in when he felt a nudge on his shoulder, "Yea?" he asked, voice heavily slurred. His eyes went wide when he noticed who it was, just sitting there with a smile on her face. "Sorry about calling you a bitch earlier, I didn't mean..." he started to say, hoping he just might get under her tail, when she pushed him to the ground, shoving her tongue into his maw.
Releasing him from the deep, beer flavored kiss, she mumbled, "That was my sister, she's crazy".
"Oh and you're not? And why did you just jam your tongue down my throat, not that I mind"
"Nope, it's just an act for me, just so she'll shut her trap, and I did that because I've wanted to all night and now she's gone, so...yea"
"Oh...nice...hey, you know what would really piss her off" he said, before whispering in her ear.
"Fuck yea, I'm up for it!"
"Let's go" he practically pulled her off the ground and started running for the barn, half drunk wolfess in tow. In his intoxicated state, he threw the wrong can in the fire, it exploded minutes later, spraying boiling hot brew over the furs within ten feet of it, most of them passed out and not wearing a thread of clothing.
Amazingly, he was able to climb the ladder into the hayloft without falling more than twice, she had less to drink and climbed it with ease.
"Shit, occupied" she remarked, seeing several furs.
"Don't worry, they're passed out!"
"Alright, but this better be worth it!"
Ripping his burlap off, he tossed it across the loft, unknowingly losing it in the process. Looking at his now fully erect man unit, she licked her lips before dropping to her hands and knees, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Come and get it!" she commanded.
Needing no further encouragement, he dropped down and gave her toga a tug, tossing it to the side. Her aroused scent hit his nostrils, pushing his hormonal fueled fire into overdrive. Try as he might, he couldn't seem to find his target. Getting frustrated with the fox lying across her back trying to hilt himself, she reached back and grabbed the base of his cock and pulled forward, directing the first three inches in, after that, instinct took over and Jake hilted himself, hard.
The wolfess cried out in pleasure, feeling like she was being split in half by eight inches of fox dick.
Jake took hold of her hips and started thrusting like his feral descendants, hard and fast. Her trembling arms gave out from under her after just a few minutes, the new angle allowed Jake to push himself even deeper into her hot, wet depths.
She howled at the sensation and clamped down on his pipe. The higher pressure only pushed him closer to orgasm. Her eyes rolled back when he pushed his pace past frantic, his forming knot making a wet pop every time it slipped past her tunnel's entrance.
At the last moment, he let loose a feral growl and slammed forward, biting down on her neck, just hard enough to leave a mark. Screaming out her intense pleasure to the world, she came, clamping down hard enough to elicit a slightly pained whine from Jake, who was still thrusting short, widely spaced thrusts as he came.
They rolled over onto their sides and passed out, drunk, sweaty and reeking of sex.
***
Late the next morning, Jake woke up to a throbbing headache, mild dehydration and a slightly sore cock, still lying next to the wolfess. "Ugh...what happened last night" he groaned, thinking out loud.
"Um, we got drunk and you fucked the living daylights out of me" she remarked, waking just before him.
"Damn...what a night, wish I could remember more of it."
"Trust me, it was good!"
"Awesome...I realized, I don't know or remember your name, I'm not sure which."
"Roxanne and you are?"
"Jake."
"Now what?"
"I dunno, guess I better find Mark and go home and sleep this off."
"Mark?"
"Buddy of mine, I think I last saw him passed out in my truck."
"Nice, I better go find my sister."
Squinting against the sunlight that did nothing to help his throbbing head, he started for his truck, finding Mark still passed out with the wolfess from the night before, the vixen, though, was gone. He started tossing bottle caps and cans at him, finally managing him to wake up.
"The fuck man?" he groaned.
"Time to go man."
"Have you seen my sister anywhere?" Roxanne asked, walking up to Jake.
"Yep, passed out in the back of my truck with Mark... Turning back towards Mark, Jake said, "get her up, I want to go home and finish sleeping this hangover off."
"Roxanne? Where the HELL have you been?!" her sister nearly screamed, sitting up and noticing her standing next to Jake. She jumped out of the bed, ending up nose to nose with her sister.
"What's it to you?" she asked, while Jake and Mark both groaned and held their heads in pain.
"Seriously, you fucked a fox! I can smell it on you."
"Yea, so what!"
"Wolves only, remember?"
"Yea, Sierra, I really don't give a shit about that and just so you know, he's huge! Better than any wolf I've ever had"
"He's still a fox!"
"And you're still a bitch!"
"Finish this at home or away from me, my head feels like it's gonna explode!" Jake yelled over the bickering wolves.
"Jake, babe, our ride's gone" Roxanne said.
"Gone?"
"Yep, we rode with a friend, her car's gone."
"Well, shit, I can't leave ya here."
"Like we're going with him!" Sierra exclaimed.
"Fine, walk!" Jake retorted and climbed into the truck, Mark stayed in the bed, not feeling like moving. He started the engine and started to take off when he heard Roxanne yell, "WAIT!" Looking in the mirror, he saw her walking up to the truck and her sister holding her muzzle, getting bitch slapped just seconds before. Roxanne had finally snapped, having more than enough of her sister's bullshit.
Begrudgingly, Sierra also walked towards the truck and climbed into the bed with Mark, getting more than cozy with him.
"How bout we hit up Burger King for some coffee, kinda smooth this out?" Roxanne asked.
"Works for me". He stuck his head out the window and asked Mark and Sierra the same question.
"Um, better make that the drive through."
"Why?"
"Unless you have a change of clothes..."
"Wha...oh, shit, I'm completely naked, where's my burlap?"
"You threw it out the barn window last night."
"Oh, ok, totally worth it."
Making it back to the main road, Jake pushed the truck up to speed slowly, not getting on it much due to the headache. He heard the siren before he saw the blue lights in his rearview.
-FIN-