Biker

Story by Judah Vishas on SoFurry

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(This is a side project, just because I needed a break from everything else. It's not connected to the other story, so no need to keep it in mind for later)

In full awareness of the hell he was inviting for later, Moos closed his cell phone as hard as he could

and dropped it out the window of his big rig. The bear quickly swerved into the other lane just a little

and listened for it to crunch under his tires. To say his marriage sucked would be the understatement

of the century. Fortunately for him, should he ever decide to call it quits, he had no children with his

wife. It would be as easy as picking up and leaving and he knew it.

Honestly, what was keeping him from doing just that? He'd been a good husband while she threw

herself at anything with a dick while he drove his truck wherever work sent him. Who was he kidding?

She did it even when he was home. At this point, Moos had gone two years without sex for fear of

catching something from some guy she'd been with. He put it out of his mind. He was used to being

disgusted by his wife, but he rarely thought of how long it had been since he'd been laid and a hard on

right now was not a good idea. He didn't exactly have somewhere to be, but the bear was not above

rubbing one out while he was driving and with over two years of pent up seed, the clean up would be

hell to pull off while he drove.

His wandering eye killed the dream of keeping blood going to his brain as opposed to his crotch. On

this long stretch of road between states he thought he had to himself, a traveler on a motorcycle

joined him. The slender rider wrapped in leather got into the left lane to pass him, matching Moos's

speed alongside him long enough to wave before blazing ahead. The bear noticed the rider's tail

sticking out of a flap on the back of her pants. A rabbit. Several of his favorite pornos starred rabbits

and this leather-clad one was all the more attractive on her bike.

As his thoughts ran wild with the faceless biker babe, his eyes fell upon his paws on the wheel - and

the gold ring on the left one. Moos growled and pressed on, shaking the hot stranger and his bitch

wife from his head. With the quarter-way point between civilizations upon him, the bear pulled in to

refill his truck. When he dropped down from the cab, he noticed the biker rabbit's black bike parked in

front of the doors. He'd go in, get a drink and a face to add to his fantasies. Immediately upon entering

the store he sought out the biker, finding her at the counter. She still had her helmet on! Moos

grumbled and made his way to the coolers as she headed for the door, waving to him once more as

she left. When he had his three beers, the bear went back to the counter.

"Any chance you got a look at that biker's face?" he asked the cashier.

The little fox shook her head. "Sorry, stranger. Only opened that visor enough for me to see his eyes."

"His?" Moos said, masking his shock.

"Yeah, s'prised me, too. That was definitely a dude's voice. I think he said his name was Loren."

Beer in paw and fantasies crushed, the bear got back on the road. He knew this drive and there was

nowhere for cops to hide and catch him drinking. He glanced at the clock in the dashboard. 8:07. If he

wanted to reach civilization by morning, Moos'd have to book it. The bear downed his first beer in one

gulp and slammed on the gas, charging into the night.

As he drove on, Moos couldn't help but think about the biker that fooled him. If he had to guess, the

rabbit was about 5'9" with golden hair hanging from his helmet at the back. The bear wasn't into guys

at all (except that one time at summer camp when everyone is) but he had to admit, the rabbit had a

nice body. He couldn't help but think about his swaggering walk. The biker looked drunk, but his the

way he moved was too coordinated for that, as if every step was carefully choreographed to attract.

Loren was his name. Maybe the cashier had been wrong. 'Loren' sounded like a chick's name. Moos

shook his head, noting the tightness in his overalls. "Easy, boy..." he said to himself. While it was

possible to get off while driving, he didn't dare try it at night while driving somewhat drunk. To calm

himself down, the bear thought back to his chainsaw of a wife. He snickered and shook his head again

at the thought of how pissed she must be. How many times had she tried to call since he obliterated

his phone before the rabbit rode b - there was that damned rabbit in his head again!

CRUNCH!

Moos came out of his inner maelstrom of profanities and looked ahead. There, about a mile ahead

was the fiery wreckage of some small vehicle. There was no one for miles that would see it and call for

help and he'd sent his phone to cellular heaven. The bear charged for a little ways more before

slamming on the breaks. If whoever that was survived, he'd have to take them to a hospital himself.

When his big rig stopped the bear jumped out as fast as he could and assessed the scene.

The vehicle had been a black motorcycle. The rabbit - Loren - had been on a black bike. There was no

way the tiny thing could have survived. He looked around for the corpse. There was no real hurry now.

If the rabbit was dead, his only objective now was to get him to a morgue where someone could claim

him. He wasn't among the remains of his bike. Moos looked to the road and sighed. There he was,

several meters away.

Moos walked over to him and looked the rabbit over. He was lying still as expected, but there was no

blood and his leather clothes weren't even charred or torn. The only damage seemed to be to his

helmet, which had a hole bashed in the right side of it. And helmets were supposed to prevent this

kind of thing. Moos kneeled next to Loren and checked for a pulse, finding none. He adjusted his cap

and put his arm behind the rabbit's back, lifting him some and giving him a shake.

"Hey. Hey!" Why bother? He'd already concluded that the rabbit was dead.

"Ehhhnnnn... what... happened?"

That's why he bothered. "How the hell are you alive?"

Loren sat up and looked around, holding his head. When his eyes fell on his bike, he scrambled onto

his paws and knees. "Fuck, my bike! Ow!" the rabbit fell back onto his side, holding his wrist.

"Easy, bub!" Moos said, grabbing the rabbit around the waist as he struggled toward his bike.

"No, I gotta put the fire out! It's probably not so bad!"

"It's totaled." The bear said, helping Loren to his feet. "Only thing to do now is call your insurance

company."

The rabbit groaned and kicked at the ground. "Shit!" he shouted, taking off the smashed remains of

his helmet and throwing it to the ground. He whirled around to look at Moos. "Thanks for stopping for

me. Can you take me to the next city? I'll pay."

Moos couldn't help but be stunned by the rabbit's face. His fur was white as snow, his eyes were dark

green, and his face was framed by perfect golden hair. The bear shook himself, still lost in Loren's

eyes. "Oh, um, sure no problem."

"Thanks." The rabbit said, snatching Moos's paw into both of his and shaking it. "Name's Loren, by the

way."

The bear nodded. "Moos." He replied as he led the way back to the truck. He opened the door for the

rabbit, still working over the whole 'she's a he' thing, before going back around to the driver side and

climbing in himself.

"This is a really nice truck you have." Loren said, looking around the cab before sitting back in his seat

and elegantly crossing his legs and laying his paws in his lap.

"Took all my life's savings, but the work I've gotten with it paid for it and more." Moos replied, a

satisfied grin on his face. "Sorry about your bike, man. Shame."

Loren sighed and shook his head. "Not even sure I'm ready to deal with that. Been working on that

thing since I was in high school." He said. The rabbit took one last look at the wreckage as they passed

it. "So where you headed?"

Moos shrugged. "Nowhere. Just had to get away before I landed in jail."

"You're on the run?"

The grizzly laughed and shook his head. "Nah, got away before I had time to kill my wife. She's a

chainsaw." Loren laughed at that. "Yea, she's pretty bad. Been cheating on me for years."

"How long you been married?"

"Six of the most painful years of my life." Moos flinched, finding a gloved paw on his shoulder. He

hadn't noticed, but he'd been trembling at the thought of her.

"Calm down, big guy. I don't think I can take another near death experience tonight." Loren said.

Moos couldn't understand it, but every time he met the rabbit's too-green eyes he found it harder to

look away. Thankfully, the rabbit looked away, letting him focus on the road again.

"So, you got any kids?"

"None to speak of."

"So why not just pick up and go?"

The bear laughed and shook his head. "I've been asking myself that since a year after I said 'I do'. But

my life sucks donkey-ass. Let's talk about you. Where were you headed?"

"Nowhere, really. Just wherever I could get to before my tank ran dry."

"Must be nice." Moos said, reaching for his almost forgotten beer. "Don't ever get married."

"You sound like an old man." Loren replied, looking to the bear again. "How old are you exactly?" he

asked, rubbing his head where his helmet had been smashed in.

"Thirty-two. Like I said, I been married six of the most painful years of my life." The grizzly finished his

beer and chucked the can out the window. He looked to the rabbit and cocked his head to the side.

"You alright?"

Loren nodded. "I'm fine. That was just a nasty bump on the head."

"Good thing you're not like the other dumbshits on bikes that don't wear helmets. I'd be taking you to

a morgue if you were." Moos replied. He jerked his thumb behind them. "There's a bed in the back,

you should go lie down."

The rabbit shook his head. "I'm fine." He said heroically, though he seemed to be struggling with his

vision. "Besides, you've been drinking and there's no seatbelt back there."

"Dude, it's fine, just go chill for a bit." Moos insisted. "I'll drive slower and if I feel off, I'll stop for a

while, promise."

Loren stared him down for a moment before conceding and leaving his seat up front.

As promised, Moos eased off the accelerator a fair bit, dropping from damn near 100mph to thirty.

With the loss of time from the stop and the decrease in speed, they wouldn't make it to the next city

before morning by a long shot, but it was fine. Neither of them had anywhere to be. He glanced up

into the rearview mirror and saw the rabbit taking off his gloves, then his leather jacket, followed by

his T-shirt. Once more, Moos had to admit the rabbit had a nice body. He was slender and didn't have

much in the way of muscle, making him look more like a girl than the bear expected. Once more, the

bear's thoughts drifted to what it'd be like to get his paws on the rabbit.

"I'm not gonna hurt myself back here. You should watch the road." Loren said, reminding the bear that

he was driving drunk and at night and that both their lives depended on him focusing on the road.

"How old are you?" Moos asked, catching the rabbit off guard.

"Huh?"

"You hit your head. Just wanna be sure you're still all there." The bear explained, starting his third

beer. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-two. Don't worry, it was just a little bump." Loren said as he lied down on top of the blanket

in Moos's bed.

"Little my ass. Your helmet was bashed in. Have you seen your forehead?"

Loren shook his head. "I'm a little scared to look right now."

"Yeah, well, there's a big purple bruise there."

"Perfect." The rabbit groaned.

After a few more miles, those three beers were taking their toll on the bear. He'd pushed it with two

and now his vision was going fuzzy. It was time to make good on the other part of his promise to the

rabbit. He slowed down to a crawl and pulled the big rig over onto the shoulder before killing the

engine. After making sure the doors were locked, he switched off the light in the cab, let his seat back

and rested.

The bear snickered to himself as a thought struck him. He'd finally pulled over to rest, presenting the

perfect opportunity to take care of six years of stress, and he had a passenger. "Just my luck." Moos

said to himself, groping his maleness through his overalls. He heard the rabbit behind him snoring

softly. As cliche, cellblock-D a thought as it was, he had a pretty mouth. Moos couldn't help but imagine

what it would be like to have the rabbit suck him off, staring up at him with those gorgeous emerald

eyes. He slipped a paw under the side of his overalls and into the white underwear his rock hard

length was straining against. It wasn't long before his paw was sticky with pre alone.

Moos turned some to look back behind him to the rabbit. He convinced himself that it was the liquor

making Loren more and more attractive by the second before he sat up in his seat, watching the

rabbit's chest rise and fall. He said he was twenty-two. That's four years past the magic number.

The bear thought. Worst he can do is turn me down. Somewhere, reason was screaming at him

that he wasn't supposed to be attracted to guys, but something stronger was reminding him that it

had been two long years since he last came, let alone fucked. He was due. In a last ditch effort at

keeping him in his seat, the bear's subconscious turned his eyes to the wedding band on his left paw.

That seemed to be all the convincing he needed. Surely that chainsaw was smearing herself all over

some random dick (literally and figuratively). That in mind, Moos got up from the driver's seat and

staggered to the back of the truck where Loren slept. The bear kicked off his boots and undid the

hooks on his overalls, letting them fall to the floor around his boots, and climbed into the bed behind

the rabbit, who'd since turned over on his side. With nothing more to throw at him, and liquid

encouragement in his system, Moos's mind was silent as he carefully draped one of his arms around

the rabbit.

Loren stunned him then. The rabbit grabbed his paw. "You're married." He quietly reminded the bear.

He didn't sound angry or freaked out by Moos's advance. It was almost like he expected it.

"Don't...care." Moos slurred back.

"I'm a stranger."

"A purrty stranger."

"You're drunk.

"Just barely."

"I'm a guy."

"Don't care." The bear repeated, moving his paw down to scuffle with Loren's belt buckle as he

nibbled on one of the rabbit's long ears.

The rabbit shuddered slightly. Four reasons given, there wasn't anything else he could do to dissuade

the bear. It wasn't like he didn't want it. He'd liked the bear ever since he'd waved at him the on the

road at dusk. He turned over onto his other side slipped one of his paws into Moos' underwear, taking

the bear's fully erect length into his paw. His fingers didn't quite meet around it - always a good thing.

He pulled them down to his knees, as far has he could go with his paws, and stepped into them to get

them off the bear before kicking them to the floor. Moos was no help at all.

When he finally got the rabbit's belt undone, he wasted no time yanking off the remainder of Loren's

leather gear - barely giving him time to get his boots off. Drunk or not, the grizzly couldn't help but be

pleased at how well this was going. The rabbit wore no underwear, so barely five minutes into his plan

they were both already lying naked together in the dark truck. He felt the rabbit push against him,

trying to get him onto his back. There was no way Loren could move him, especially with that sprained

wrist, so he helped out this time, lying spread-eagle on the bed while Loren crawled down some so

that he was at his waist. It seemed he'd find out what a blowjob from the green-eyed rabbit would be

like after all.

The rabbit carefully wrapped his lips around the big bear dick before him, keeping his front teeth far

out of the equation. Slowly, he sank lower and lower, taking Moos's maleness inch by inch into his

warm maw until he'd engulfed the entire nine-inch length. A deep moan came from above him and

Loren slowly began to bob his head, wrapping his tongue around the bear's shaft as he did.

"That's good..." Moos rumbled, putting one of his big paws on top of the rabbit's head. Loren glanced

up at him with those too-green eyes. As the bear had expected, it was great. He ran his fingers

through rabbit's blond hair, pushing his head back down and forcing his length into Loren's mouth,

holding him there for a moment as a spurt of pre shot down his throat. The rabbit sucked harder,

wanting more, only to be denied.

Moos pulled Loren off his dick and shook his head. "I think two years is worth more than a blowjob."

The rabbit smirked. "I agree."

Moos sat up while Loren took his place, lying on his back while the grizzly crawled on top of him. He

pressed his lips firmly to the rabbit's, slipping his tongue into his muzzle. He could taste his own salty

preseed on Loren's tongue. Moos reached up to the shelf above the bed where he kept his clothes

and rambled blindly about until he found a bottle of lube he kept hidden up there. While he continued

locking lips with Loren, the bear squeezed some of the liquid onto his paw and smearing it all over his

length. Loren put his legs around Moos's waist while the bear took aim beneath his tail. "Here it

comes." Moos slurred as he stretched the rabbit wide around his length. Loren bit down on his lip.

"Damn that's a tight fit." The bear grunted, ignoring the sting and the blood coming from his mouth.

"Better than your chainsaw wife?" Loren said, clawing into the grizzly's back as he opened him up.

Moos ignored the question, letting the anger and disgust he felt at his wife fuel the lust he felt for the

rabbit beneath him. He held still for not much longer that thee seconds once he was all the way in

before he pulled out and started bucking his hips into the rabbit, his heavy balls slapping audibly

against Loren's ass with each thrust. As he worked off his liquid encouragement, the sighs and moans

-and occasional screams - from the rabbit took its place. It started to come back to him that the

person beneath him had the same equipment as him, especially as it pressed against his belly, but it

didn't matter. Drunk or not, he did sorta like the rabbit. Were he ever to choose a guy, this would be

him, not that he could think about any of that right now. The rabbit's tight passage was bringing him

closer and closer to the edge.

The bear didn't answer Loren's question aloud, but it was a definite 'yes'. Everything about Loren was

better than his wife. He loved everything, from the rabbit's claws buried deep in his back to his legs

wrapped tightly around his waist. He looked into Loren's green eyes and kissed him once more. It felt

like he was doing it because he wanted to and not because it came with being married. Then it hit him.

Moos was sober enough now to notice that fucking a rabbit had turning into making love to someone,

something he hadn't done since his wedding.

It had been so long that the feeling was almost new to him. The grizzly wanted more. He bucked

harder and faster into the rabbit, who didn't mind at all, clawing deeper into his back. There wasn't

much more warning than a sharp bite to the bear's throat and a muffled scream before Loren blew his

load between them, matting both their fur with rabbit jizz. When his body tensed all over, the rabbit

clenched down on Moos's dick. It took a herculean effort to not lose it right then.

When the rabbit released his shoulder, Moo immediately locked lips with him again, exploring Loren's

maw more thoroughly and tasting his own blood for the second time. This time there was a lot of it,

but he couldn't be bother to question why. Now, no matter how much longer he wanted it to last, the

bear knew it was over. Moos clamped down on the rabbit's neck like a bear trap. The grizzly roared as

he emptied his sack deep inside Loren. Two years of pent up aggression in the form of hot ropes of

bear seed shot into the rabbit, overflowing and dribbling onto Moos's balls now. It didn't stop for

damn near a solid minute and when he was done, the bear collapsed on top of the breathless rabbit.

Neither of them spoke for a while, not that they had space between breaths to do so. When he had

the strength, Moos rolled onto his side, pulling out of the rabbit and allowing his seed to ooze out.

They both chuckled bemusedly at it. Moos wrapped his arms around Loren and licked his cheek.

Suddenly he looked sad.

"We have to start moving again soon." The bear said. "We'll be in Montana and then what?"

Loren smirked. "Well, that depends on what you want."

"What do you mean?"

The rabbit sighed. "Truth time." he said. Loren wiped the blood from his lips and looked into Moos's

eyes. "Does nothing about this evening strike you as bizarre?"

Moos thought about it. He'd been on the road alone until dusk, when the rabbit first appeared out of

seemingly nowhere. When he went into the convenience store, Loren didn't take off his helmet.

Later, Moos'd found Loren's bike all but destroyed, but the rabbit came out of it with just a bump on

the head and a sprained wrist. He looked to the rabbit in time to watch the purple bruise shrinking into

itself until it was gone. Moos hadn't noticed until now but Loren's 'sprained' wrist had no swelling.

Come to think of it, there had been nothing out there to cause him to crash his bike.

The bear scooted back from Loren, not that there was anywhere to go but into the wall behind him.

"What are you?"

"Don't be scared, Moos. I swear I won't hurt you."

He was terrified, definitely, but the bear also felt betrayed. He'd felt something between them, but

what was he to this... whatever Loren was? He put his paw to his neck."You bit me... What the fuck are

you?! What have you done to me?!"

"Please, calm down! I haven't done anything yet."

"Bullshit." Moos said, scrambling out of the bed. He grabbed his underwear from the floor and held it

around his crotch to keep himself somewhat decent. "You're a- a

"Vampire." Loren finished, sitting up on the bed. "Yes, I'm a vampire. My name is Loren'ciel."

"You fucking bit me!" Moos shouted, holding his other paw to his neck.

"I swear nothing is going to happen to you!"

"What am I to you? Huh?!" Moos demanded. "Am I just a snack to you? Just a fool?"

Loren shook his head. "No, none of that. Moos, when I first waved to you on the road, you were just a

good-looking bear driving a nice truck. Then, in the store, you were a handsome bear that I seemed to

keep running into. When you stopped and helped me, you were a kind person who wanted to help a

stranger."

"And a moment ago, I was a quick bite to eat!"

The rabbit shook his head again. "I didn't drink from you. It took all my restraint, but I didn't."

"But you still bit me! I'm gonna die now, aren't I?!"

"No! Moos, listen to me!" Loren shouted, standing up now. The naked bear stumbled backward to the

front of the truck. "When you told me about how you have a horrible wife and you didn't know why

you were still with her, I wanted to help you. I thought about what I could offer you and what I came

up with was freedom. I was going to just turn you and go, but I felt something, and so did you.

Moos, I stopped because I wanted you to let you choose my way." He paused. "I wanted you to

choose me."

Moos shook his head and go to the door. He opened the passenger door and stepped back. "I don't

choose you. Leave."

Loren closed his eyes and nodded. He gathered up his things and then he was at the door. The rabbit

took one more look at the furious and terrified bear, then hopped down to the pavement and started

walking.

The bear collapsed into his seat and held his head in his paws. This is what I get. he thought. Of

course something like this would happen. He was a married bear. No matter what his bitch of a wife

did, he had no right to do the same. It was his fault for marrying someone he couldn't be happy with,

then trying to be happy with someone else. For whatever reason, he'd have to stay with her and live

with everything she threw at him.

Or did he?

Loren - Loren'ciel - had offered him something else. The rabbit talked about freedom. About going

wherever he wanted. What was the price, though? Was it worth never seeing the light day again?

Moos thought about it. He couldn't deny that he'd felt something for the rabbit. This wouldn't hurt so

much if he hadn't. He hadn't felt that way for anyone in a long time, not even his wife. Loren wanted

him, and he wanted the rabbit as well. This was his chance to get away with someone he wanted to be

with.

Moos picked himself up and jumped out the passenger side door. "Loren!" he shouted. No answer.

He ran in front of the truck into the headlights, still holding his briefs to his privates. "Loren, come

back!"

The truck's horn blared. Moos turned around to see Loren sitting in the driver's seat. He climbed back

into the truck and closed the door.

The rabbit looks scared, as if worried Moos would hit him, or send him away again. "Yes?"

"Loren, I'm sorry. I was scared."

"I don't blame you. I should've been honest with you before and just left you alone."

Moos shook his head. "No, listen. You were right. I did feel something for you. And I'd be stupid to let

you get away." He said, putting his paws on the rabbit's shoulders.

Loren lifted his beautiful face to meet Moos's eyes. "Does that mean you want to be with me?"

The bear nodded. "Yes. I do."

"What about your wife?"

Moos looked at the ring on his paw and took it off. "Til death do us part, right? Well, that won't be

much of a problem from now on, now will it?" he said. He pitched his wedding band over Loren's

shoulder and out the driver's side window. "Will you turn me?"

Loren lurched forward in his seat and wrapped his arms around the bear's neck. "Of course I will, but

not now." he said, standing and making his way to the back of the truck. "The sun's almost up. Get us

into Montana. Soak up the sun. I'll turn you tonight."

Moos got dressed and started the big rig up again. The bear stepped on the gas and charged on into

the predawn. He watched his last sunrise from the road and patiently awaited the start of his new life

with the hot biker bunny.

The End.