Christmas Vacation - Ch. 1, The Adventure Begins
Christmas Vacation - Ch. 1, The Adventure Begins
Alright, this story was written as a tribute to three friends here, who each put me into one of their stories, though I'd do the same for them. Three said authors are ArcticWolf451 (Kyle), Blood- Tail (Red) and AceFox27 (Cody).
Ok, now this story is tagged clean, because there's technically no yiffs, but there is a couple suggestive bits, a bit of violence and language and a lot of drinking...so if you shouldn't be reading that or are easily offended, I'd leave...now.
With Christmas vacation rapidly approaching, I decided to go on a four day trip to Mexico, for an escape from northern Indiana's frigid winter for a bit, with the thought of spending a nearly week on a warm sandy beach, surrounded by bikini (or less) clad women and real tequila. Like most normal furs, I didn't want to spend the week alone, so I made the call to a few friends. A simple vacation, something four irresponsible friends should be able to handle, right? I couldn't have been more wrong...
***
The bus pulled up to the Indianapolis International Airport and stopped, the cold Indiana winter wind whipped over my fur when I stepped onto the pavement, I'd elected to not wear a jacket, no need for where we were going. After retrieving my suitcase, I headed into the terminal, scanning for a few friends until a shout got my attention.
"YO, SYLVR, OVER HERE!" Kyle shouted, the jet black wolf using my nickname.
"There ya guys are!" I yelled over the dull roar of furs going through security, as I made my way towards them.
"What's up Jim?" Red, an anthro dragon asked, punching my arm somewhat lightly.
"Not much, thankfully no zombies."
"But I like shooting undead."
"You guys ready to go? I want to get through security" Cody, a red fox, much like myself, only taller, mentioned.
"Why on earth do you want to go through security so bad?" Kyle asked.
"There's a Starbucks on the other side."
"Dude, it's two thirty in the morning, you don't need coffee, and you're wired as it is."
"He might not, but I couldn't sleep on the bus, so I do, let's roll" I said picking my bags up.
Making it through the security check, after Red's wallet chain set the metal detector off, we headed through the terminal, finding our plane, a Boeing 777, to Cancun.
"Ya know, I wonder if this is a bad idea" I mentioned, halfway through inhaling a number three BK breakfast. We couldn't find the Starbucks, instead settling on cheap food and even cheaper coffee.
"What?" Kyle asked.
"Us going to Mexico, something's bound to go wrong."
"What could go wrong, other than the dead rising...again" Red asked.
"A whole hell of a lot" Cody said.
"What's a lot?"
"Oh, you'd be surprised..." Kyle said, a grin slowly split his muzzle.
"Do I even want to know?" Red asked.
"Read Kyle's Liberty City series, pretty much sums it up" I told him, he looked at me like I was crazy.
"He's not kidding, is he?" Red asked, looking at Kyle and Cody across the table.
"Nope" Kyle and Cody said in unison.
Tossing our trash, we headed towards the gate and waited for nearly an hour for the boarding call.
"I get window seat" Cody yipped when we found our row.
Kyle flattened his ears in annoyance and growled "Fine, but I get to drive the rental when we land".
I sat on the outside seat, Red took the seat across the aisle from me, he promptly fell asleep, taking four Tylenol PM for a nasty headache caused by the dull roar of furs in the terminal. We all settled in for a long flight, by means of mp3 players and Cody pulling out a Playboy.
"Really?" Kyle asked.
"Yea, it's going to be a long flight, with no chance of tail."
"I bet ya a bottle of tequila I can prove you wrong!"
"You're on!"
"Oh dear lord" I butted in, able to hear because my iPod refused to play, only for me to realize a minute later it was on hold. Flipping the switch, I chose some Eddie Money and closed my eyes.
Two hours later, at thirty six thousand feet, Kyle stepped over me to use the can, waking me up from a particularly good dream. "What the hell man?" I grumbled.
"Gotta piss like a Russian racehorse."
About ten minutes later, I leaned over into the aisle to watch a sexy, pure white snow vixen sashay past, when Kyle rammed his knee into my ear.
"The fuck man?"
"You were in my way!"
"What in the hell took you so long...wait, why is your shirt on inside out?" I asked before putting the vixen's disheveled fur, the smell of sex and his inside out shirt together. "No way!" I almost blurted.
"Newest member of the mile high club, RIGHT HERE" he boasted, poking a thumb into his chest.
Sitting back down, he tore a piece of the back cover of Sky Mall off and scribbled a note on it. I snickered, reading what he had written. Smiling, he placed the note on Cody's lap, who was asleep, the early morning and the dull roar and vibration of the engines having the same effect on a lot of the passengers.
"So what's her name?" I asked.
"Dunno, she was pretty good though."
"Nice."
"Why is it every time we're on a plane together, something awesome happens?"
"Awesome? Last time we flew, we got shot at and crashed into a penthouse!"
"Yea, and this time I got laid...and you're one to talk, you drove a brand new truck through the same wall!"
"Thanks for reminding me, I'm STILL listed as uninsurable!" I growled.
"No problem..."
"You're an ass sometimes."
"I know" he grinned smugly.
DIIINGGG
Three hours later, the seatbelt sign lit up, waking Cody with a slight jump. Noticing the note on his lap, he said, "Don't believe ya".
"Well, it happened, pay up and don't argue, you won't win!"
"He's not kidding, just ask the white vixen in first class" I smirked.
"Fine" he grumbled, ears flat against his head.
The shudder of the plane touching down finally woke Red, who somehow managed to sleep through the entire five hour flight. "What the fuck was that?" he asked groggily.
"Welcome to Mexico guys!" I said excitedly.
***
After finding our bags, we walked out of the airport and started looking for a cheap car rental and a hotel.
We rented a Ford Escort and purchased the extra insurance...at the knifepoint demand of the psychopathic Mexican Wolf who spoke almost no English, behind the counter, when Cody asked where the nearest liquor store was.
"Dude, we've been here for all of half an hour and you're already looking for alcohol?" Red asked from the backseat of the car.
"Hell yea!"
As it turns out, it was pretty easy to find a liquor store. The clerk didn't even bother to card us for some reason, which is weird, seeing as how we walked out with six bottles of tequila, four shot glasses, a bottle opener and four cases of cheap Mexican beer.
Getting back in the car, we cranked up a Pantera album Cody brought along and headed towards the beach, looking for a hotel room we could rent for the next four days. A bottle of tequila was opened and passed around the car along the way.
"Come on Kyle, grow some hair on your nads and drink!" Cody yelled after taking a gulp himself.
"I'M DRIVING!" Kyle roared back.
"Big deal man, how many chances are you going to have to do this?"
"FINE, GIMME THAT!" he growled, snatching the bottle and sucking down what would amount to a few shots...in a matter of seconds, before passing it back to me. I passed it to Red after a healthy drink myself.
We were all sporting a pretty nice buzz when we reached the water and the hotels, shops and such.
After checking into the cheapest hotel we could find, which was still overpriced in my narrow mind, we spent the better part of the afternoon half drunk on the beach, enjoying the scenery in the form of college babes wearing next to nothing.
"Guys...guys, this was a really good idea" I mumbled as we headed back towards the hotel. The response was a general yes. The sun had gone down and it was starting to cool off to the point where a shirt might be a good idea, plus our scenery was evaporating pretty fast.
Waking up the next morning at about eleven thirty, I slid out of bed and walked into the small kitchen area to try and make a cup of coffee to wake up my lagging brain. Kyle must have had the same idea.
"Gawd dude, put some damn pants on!" he said.
"What...I'm not wearing...?" I looked at my lower half, "guess not...wonder where they went".
Leaving the beach later that afternoon, we grabbed a couple cases of beer and jumped in the car. I got the short end of the deal, being handed the keys, meaning I didn't get to drink...as much. We stopped to top off with gas, Cody went inside to take a leak, only to come sprinting out at full tilt, a minute later, a plastic tube of beef jerky under his arm.
Running up to the car, he yelled, "GET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!"
The store clerk came running out behind him, toting an aluminum baseball bat.
Just as he slammed his door, I threw the car into reverse and floored it, dumping the clutch. The little Ford launched into the street, cranking the wheel, I did a J-turn, spinning the car 180 degrees.
"OH SHIT!" I yelped, noticing a police car in my windshield as my car spun.
Throwing it into first, I stood on it, ripping through the gears, trying to outrun the cop tailing us. Leaving town, the winding road narrowed to little more than one and a half lanes. The officer behind us was closing the distance, able to keep up now that we were on open pavement.
I hit the brakes and dropped a gear as a hairpin came up, the tires squealed around the tight curve. Behind us, we heard a low pitch howl of tires on pavement and a loud crashing noise.
"Holy shit..." Red said, looking through the back window.
"What?" I asked.
"The cop just launched himself over the edge."
I stopped the car and we all jumped out, walking back to the cop's rolled over SUV.
"He's dead" Kyle said.
"SHIT...no he ain't" Cody replied, jumping back when the cop turned his head.
"Not good...Red what are you doing?" I asked as the dragon walked around the back of the SUV.
He clubbed the officer across the back of the head, he hung limp and upside down, held up by his seatbelt. "Dead man tells no tales".
"JESUS CHRIST!" Cody yelped.
"SHIT MAN!" Kyle yelled.
"WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!" I yelled.
"YOU WANNA BE DETAINED HERE?"
"NOT REALLY, BUT NOW, THANKS TO YOU, WE PROBABLY WILL BE!"
"Guys, calm the FUCK down, we're not getting detained" Kyle cut in.
"How not?" I asked hotly.
"Red's taking that tire iron with him, we drive a ways inland, camp out for a day or so, then head back to the beach, take a different road."
"Why camp out?" Cody asked.
"Put some time between us returning and his disappearance."
"Gotcha, let's go."
Taking off again, Kyle opened the case and pulled out three bottles and passed one to Cody and Red, keeping one for himself.
"What the hell man, give me a beer!" I growled.
"You're driving."
"Dude, you were drinking tequila when you drove yesterday, now pass me a beer god damnit!"
I was passed a beer and the tube of jerky made its way around the car a few times.
We drove for nearly two hours, out into the middle of nowhere down a one lane dirt road as the sun went down. We stopped after not being able to see the city lights for over twenty minutes.
The night itself passed pretty uneventfully, other than the entire 36 bottles of beer being killed before midnight, along with our only food source, the jerky. We all ended up passing out after eventually puking up some of the cheap beer and stolen jerky.
Waking up at around ten in the morning on the roof of the car, I held my pounding head, the sunlight only working to aggravate my nasty hangover. Looking over the edge, I saw Kyle, passed out face down in the dirt, next to what I assume was some vomit.
Inside the car, Red was out cold on the passenger seat, still holding an empty beer bottle. Cody was splayed out across the back seat, stark naked for some reason.
"WHAA...WHERE THE HELL'S YOUR CLOTHES?!" I heard Red yell from inside the car, before the door flew open. Red pretty much launched himself out, landing in the dirt.
"Don't yell, my head's killing me and I really couldn't care less" Cody groaned, passing out again.
"What's the commotion...and...yuck...why am I laying next to a pile of barf?" Kyle asked, pushing himself up.
"Your guess is as good as mine" I said, sliding off the roof.
"Now what?"
"Well, we drank all our beer we brought and we're also out of food" Red mentioned, sitting down on the hood after getting up and brushing the dirt off his shirt.
"Let's go back to the hotel, go from there" I said.
"I'm driving" Red said.
"Shotgun" Kyle said.
"Why do I gotta sit next to Sir Naked Fox back there?" I grumbled, pushing the passed out naked fox over so I could sit down.
It took over three hours and a tank of gas at a tiny, old filling station, to make it back to our hotel. Half an hour into the trip, Cody woke up and found his pants stuffed under the passenger seat, his shirt was still unaccounted for.
Later that night, after burning the remainder of the day on the beach, entertained by two very drunk girls going at it, we were sitting around the coffee table, halfway through a game of euchre and our last bottle of tequila, when the radio playing in the background lit up with a breaking news broadcast.
"The U.S./Mexico border has closed, along with ALL flights between the States and Mexico..."
-End part 1-
-Stay tuned for part two...-