Booth41
The little red convertible blazed down the vast empty highway. The snow leopard squirmed about in the passenger seat. "Dyne. Hey, Dyne! Dyyyyyyyne! Pull over at the next exit. My butt's asleep."
Dyne flicked the ash from the tip of his cigarette and glanced over at the leopard beside him. "We'll be there in ten minutes, Mica," he mumbled, just barely audible over the roaring wind.
"Yeah, but just stop at the gas station. Come on, pleeease? Please, Husky? Nice red huskies stop when their boyfriends' butts are sore," Mica whimpered playfully, writhing in the leather seat. Dyne lifted up his muzzle to catch the wind before pressing down hard on the gas.
"Have I ever once lead you to believe that I was a nice husky?" he said passively before veering off at the next exit. The car swept over the plains before coming to stop at a small roadside gas station. Mica left from the seat and dashed inside, wiggling his tail the entire way to shake the life back into it. The bell above the door jingled as the ashen cub slipped in. An old mastiff at the counter glanced up, watching those perky round cheeks moving back and forth, held dangerously tight in a pair of jeans. Mica rocked back and forth through the shelves, happy to have blood flowing back to his hindquarters as he picked up a bottle of water from the cooler. The mastiff clerk tented his fingers, watching the boy as he moved closer up to the counter.
"Excuse me, I'd like this," he said with a charming smirk.
"That'll be a dollar and ten, son," the old dog said, adjusting himself casually. Mica grinned and began to wiggle around, shoving his paws into the much too tight pants. He whimpered as his paws dug around before withdrawing a crumpled dollar bill. As he slowly unwrapped it, the bill slipped from his fingers and felt to the floor. Turning his back to the dog, he slowly bent down, letting the pants slip down his hips as he snatched up the dollar and turned around, smirking down at the now prominent bulge in the dog's pants.
"How much was that, Mister?" Mica asked, leaning across the counter.
"Don't worry about it, son," the clerk replied with a choked mumble.
"Thanks, Mister," the leopard replied, grabbing the water and moving back out to the car. Dyne adjusted his shades as the kitten slumped into the seat beside him.
"What was that all about?" he asked, glancing over as Mica screwed off the cap and took a swig of the water.
"Let's call it practice. Anyway, we're already up a dollar and ten cents. In the black and we haven't even arrived!"
"Hmm, an early start."
*******
Roadside Video. A very passive name for the biggest porn store in the state. The building stood amongst the fields like a temple to men's filthy desires. The simple windowless warehouse stretched out into the pasture, marked only by a fading sign outside and a simple hand scrawled note "Must be 18 to enter" attached to the front door. Semi trucks, motorcycles, and an odd assortment of cars sat in the dusty gravel parking lot while the noonday sun beat down overhead. The sleek red convertible rolled to a stop amongst the cars, parking amid the silence. Mica hopped easily over the door before twirling around to look at the husky.
"Shall we go over tactics or just run the usual formation?" the kitten said, adjusting the tight shirt to make sure it would ride up and show off his flat stomach. The husky flicked the switch and watched the top roll up, shades falling down the bridge of his muzzle.
"You run in, stir up some attention, and I'll be in after you. Give yourself a chance to burn off some of that extra slutty energy that always seems to be burdening you."
"Aw, you're being mean already! Should we play helpless virgin kitten and the big bad husky?"
"You always want to play 'Helpless Virgin kitten and the big bad husky'."
"But you know it's a crowd favorite."
"Fine. Executing mission. Get in there before I drive off and leave you to the weasels."
Mica smirked playfully before dashing along inside. The darkness of the video arcade swept over him instantly. The kitten strained his eyes to see amongst the passing shadows as the reek of foul disinfectant choked the air. A haggard tiger glanced up from the front desk, wordlessly staring Mica down as the leopard pulled out his ID, flashing it quickly up at the staff member. Giving a nonchalant shrug, the tiger turned away, and Mica pressed further into the building. As his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, several other furs pacing around the filthy building came into focus. Assorted balled up tissues littered the floor as men passed by, eyes nervously averted from one another. An old brown coyote, fat from the years of on the road, ran his paw over the sizable bulge in the front of his pants as he nodded to Mica. The leopard gave a nervous, boyish smile before walking quickly passed him. The time would come, but first he needed to find Dyne.
The booths stood in rows like confessionals, some with "In Use" lights glowing over the door. Occasionally, a door would open and a fur would leave quickly, charging toward the exit, paws moving to ensure they have tucked everything away and zipped up. The occasional moan would cut through the silence like ghosts calling out from the shadows.
Passing around another corner, the kitten felt a paw slowly pass over his rear. Chills fluttered through him as he spun around to look up at the big husky. Dyne's paws silently wrapped around the kitten's wrist before yanking him into Booth 41. As the door snapped shut, the light out front burned brightly in the dark hall "In Use."
The Buddy Booth was an ingenious design. Two booths, side by side, shared a common glass window. If both booths clicked the switch, the glass would become transparent. Booth 41 was also much beloved by the Roadside patrons because of a large slit cut into the bottom part of the wall. Once a glory hole, boarded and cut over and over again, all that remained with a narrow cut in the wood.
Dyne slipped a dollar bill into the machine causing the TV to spring to life. A vixen moaned and squirmed as two large German Shepards in police uniforms mounted her from each side. Mica clicked his tongue and began to fiddle with the buttons, flipping through the different movies. "I can't believe it. A straight man was in here before us."
"Shouldn't you be getting into character? What does it matter what's playing on the screen?"
"Well, I'm not going to be able to get into it with girl parts looking at me," Mica whimpered teasingly as he set the TV to a scene of a ferret roughly fucking a male wolf atop a hospital bed. Unbuckling his shorts and tousling up his fur to try to make himself a bit more disheveled, he turned to ask with a damaged smile, "Do I look the part?"
"You look illegal."
"Then all is going according to plan!" A soft noise came from the next booth: the sound of a door closing and money being fed into the machine. "Oh, looks like we have a live one, Dyne. Get ready."
"Getting into character. Here we go."
***
The glass became clear as the fox sat down, hand rubbing the front of his jeans. His eyes widened as he looked into the next booth to see two furs. Typically, when the Buddy Booth button was pressed, you were treated to an old pervert or the occasional beefcake trucker, but this was certainly different. A snow leopard in torn up shorts squirmed and moaned as a dark-eyed husky groped him roughly. He could hear the quiet moans and whimpers coming from the boy as the husky haphazardly yanked down the leopard's shorts.
The kitten squealed, trying to cover the front of his tented briefs, but it was to no avail against the strong canine. The husky fell to his knees, breathing heavily as his mouth wrapped the fabric, sucking greedily at the damp musky taste. The boy's eyes flicked over, catching the fox's as he gave an embarrassed smile. The fox couldn't take it any more as he yanked down his pants and grabbed his aching cock. His paws quickly stroked over his throbbing meat as the husky began to trail his claws around the elastic waistband. His heart began to race. He wanted to see it. He needed to see that helpless little kitten exposed. The leopard reached out a paw longingly toward the glass before, CLICK, the glass went dark again.
The fox stopped, throbbing cock still held in his paw. They must have just run out of money. They're going to put more in, right? he thought, trying to strain his eyes through the tiny crack under the window. All he could see was a pair of shorts traveling back up the leopard's hips. This couldn't be. He had to see it. He had to see the rest of that beautiful creature. Digging through his pockets, the fox yanked out a five-dollar bill and slid it quickly through the crack. There were a few whispers before the glass became transparent again. The husky gave an appreciative smirk over at the fox before roughly stripping the rest of the clothes off of the leopard. The kitten weakly tried to cover himself, the husky forced his hands down, exposing his beautiful thick cock. Compared to the size of his lithe body, his equipment was massive.
The husky stood and unzipped his pants, not even bothering removing them as he fished his knotted cock out through the fly and stuffed it in the unwilling mouth of the snow leopard. The kitten squirmed around, gagging as the husky fucked his length in and out of the soft, moist muzzle. The fox gasped breathlessly between sharp moans. His toes curled and body writhed as he threw his head back, sending arcs of hot cum to splatter all over the wall. Weakly, he reached up and turned off glass, turning away from the two rutting furs. He was sweaty and tired and reeked of men. He had a home to return to and other things to do. Tucking his cock back in his shorts before trying to straighten out his fur and look as if nothing happened, the fox walked quickly out of the room and straight out of the building.
Back in the booth, Mica rubbed his jaw, looking at the five-dollar bill. "Must be his first time. He didn't even know that the machine's only take singles. Oh well, at least we get to keep it." Dyne nodded as he tucked himself back into his pants, looking at the machine, watching their time clicking away. "You muzzlefucked me kind of hard there, champ."
"You saw him. His eyes were all over you. Just like you said, the helpless virgin getting taught a lesson. Besides, I thought you liked it rough," Dyne mumbled as he sifted his paws through his headfur. The door in the next booth creaked open as the scent of sweat wafted in through the walls. Mica bounced about excitedly, squatting down to see if he could peak through the crack. Dyne growled and covered his nose, "That stench..."
"Oh, it's a trucker! I think it's a bear. What do you wanna do with this one?"
"I hate sweaty truckers. You do all the work for this one," Dyne sighed as he undid his belt and sank down to his knees.
***
The bear clicked through the movies in the booth. He had been on the road for four days now; not a terribly long trip, but still quite a while with no company. Finally settling for a scene of a young wolf bitch being slammed in all holes by three coyotes. His sweat soaked briefs slid down his thick thighs as his cock finally sprang free. His eyes flickered over to flogged glass. What is this? One of them queer places? Why would I want to do watching some guy cranked it?
He leaned back against the wall, watching the wolf girl getting pounded as she moaned and squirmed around. Squinting his eyes, he could see that she was showing in years under all that make-up. ...Wonder what kinda queer wants to watch me? Shiiiit, man, get yourself together. His eyes darted one more time to the glass and then slowly over to the switch. Eh, fuck it. I just need to get off. He flicked a claw tip down the switch and then turned his eyes away as the glass turned clear. Shaking a bit, he turned cautiously to the window. It don't make me any less of a man. Just need to get off. Kneeling in the next booth was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen: a husky with smooth red fur, the color of fallen leaves, shirt pulled open to expose a firm muscular chest, and eyes tightly blindfolded with a wide leather belt. Looming over him was a dark-eyed snow leopard with obviously strained briefs. Yanking him roughly forward by the back of the blindfold, the leopard forced the husky's face into his crotch. A whimper came through the crack between the booths as the husky squirmed around, stunned by the sudden roughness.
The trucker looked down as his now oozing erection. Gathering up the pre on one paw, he slowly slid his paw along his pulsing shaft, eyes glued on that boy. The leopard pulled his cock from his briefs and smacked the pup roughly across the cheek with it, leaving a resounding THWACK as the husky recoiled, ears folding back flat against his head. A spotted paw moved down his muzzle and held his nose shut, forcing the pup to take a gasping breath from an open mouth. With a cruel smile, the leopard drove his cock into the open mouth of the poor husky, straddling his head to work in and out of his maw while tugging on the leather strap.
The bear panted, hand moving up and down fast as he could as his eyes met the leopard's. The feline grinned and put his paw up on the glass, slowly tracing a dollar sign into it. The leather strap loosened quickly as a tear-filled blue eye looked up longingly at bear before the glass went solid. No fucking way. No fucking way am I going to just let that go to waste... eh, fuck it. I'll pay him. he snarled to himself as he leaned down to fish through his pants pockets, taking out a twenty-dollar bill and forcing it through the slot. The glass cleared again, presenting the husky, suspended by the wrists as the leopard bucked in and out of the husky's mouth. The black leather belt tightened around his wrists as the spotty cat yanked hard on the strap, making the pup squirm as the thick veiny cock pummeled in and out of his mouth. The bear stroked himself faster, watching that smooth, soft mouth trying to stay open while the merciless leopard used and abused every inch of the boy. Thrashing and moaning, the leopard yanked out snarling loudly as hot cum shot from his thick barbed cock, splattering the husky across the face. Obediently, the pup sat up and opened his mouth. The leopard grinned and pushed back into the waiting muzzle, filling it with the last of his seed. The bear moaned loudly, his voice echoing through the dark halls of the perverse den as he shot gush after gush of seed all over his paws, letting is splatter freely all over his clothes, panting and snarling as he body shuddered in release.
He glanced over through the glass, the husky looking up at him, ears folded back. The bear gave a weak smile, and all the pup did was smirk back before the glass went solid and his image vanished.
***
"Whew, that was a good one. A twenty, Dyne!"
"Hmm, he must have had a thing for you."
"Huh? Oh, naw, I think he was eye-humping you the entire time."
"I really just don't see that happening," Dyne mumbled as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and weakly mopped up the cum from his muzzle. "You're the bait. I'm just the leg man," he said, folding the handkerchief over again, soaking up more seed. Mica slowly wrapped his arms around the big husky, nose pressed to his neck.
"Don't say things like that. Really. You're really handsome. Dyne," he whispered, looking up at the husky, "I love you." Dyne held still, feeling the soft arms wrapping around him, Mica's yearning eyes looking up into his own.
"Kitten, I..."
***
The roo opened up the booth and closed the door behind him. The moans had certainly come loudly from this room, cum still in puddles on the floor from the last few occupants. A grin of anticipation grew across his face as he slipped a dollar into the slot and pushed the button.
Nothing happened.
He clicked the button a few times, looking at the glass which remained solid.
Damn, he thought. Who ever was in there making all that noise must be gone now.
***
"Dyne, why did you turn the booth off? There's a rube in there waiting for us to-"
"I want you," Dyne said, silencing Mica as he embraced him closer. "Let's just stay here, just us, just now." His words tapered off to nothing but a whisper as his hands slowly moved down Mica's hips. Tenderly, he slipped the leopard's shorts down and off before leaning down to lap at his soft sheath, cleansing the dried sweat and cum from the fur. "I've always loved how soft and warm you are."
Mica squirmed around, genuinely whimpering in pleasure as he looked down to see the big husky lapping at him, "Oh, Dyne, that feels so good. I love you, too, puppy. I love you, too."
Dyne grinned as he spun Mica by his hips and raised up his tail, burrowing his muzzle under it. Biting down on his own arm to keep himself from screaming in pleasure, Mica squirmed back and forth as Dyne's broad tongue lapped over his hole, slowly teasing it as the tip pressed against him. "D-Dyne, a-are you s-s-sure?" he whispered. Dyne's only response was a firm thrust with his tongue, spreading the boy wider as he flicked his tongue around, rimming him hard and rough. Mica thrashed about, panting as he braced himself up against the wall of the booth while Dyne finally pulled back, chuckling lowly.
"There, nice and slick," he chuckled as he stood up behind his love, pressing hard against him. "Mica, I'm going to make love to you, here and now."
"Dyne, this isn't a place for love," Mica whispered shyly, feeling something hard and wet pressing against his hole. Dyne flicked his tongue-tip across the ear.
"It's a place for our love," the husky whispered before pressing harder, the tip of his husky cock threatening to tear his kitten open. Mica arched his back, pressing back hard, suppressing another moan as the tip popped inside him again. Dyne held still, letting the little leopard grind back, wiggling his hips as he slowly sank down every last inch until only the knot rested outside. Slowly and tenderly, Dyne's hips began to move, rocking back and forth with increasing speed. Mica panted hard, feeling Dyne's hot breath against his neck as the husky railed him, keeping him pressed up against the filthy wall.
Dyne growled and snarled as he fucked faster and faster, hips becoming a blur as Mica's tight hole squeezed and milked around him. Moaning louder, no longer able to constrain himself, Mica thrust back harder, panting and longing to have his husky inside him, to be bred and fucked in the name love. Dyne's claws pricked into his skin before throwing his head back and panting.
A shrill howl echoed inside the booth as his body tensed up. Mica cried out together with him, meowling loudly as heat filled every last inch of his body. Dyne thrust forward with all the energy in his body as his release, his seed, his love poured into the squirming moaning leopard in his arms. The silence was only broken by panting as Dyne rested his head on Mica's shoulder, occasionally licking at his kitten's ear. With a deep inhale and a slow exhale, he whispered, "Let's sneak out. I think we're done here."
***
The little red convertible blazed down the vast empty highway. The snow leopard squirmed about in the passenger seat. "Dyne. Hey, Dyne! Dyyyyyyyne! Pull over at the next exit. My butt's asleep."
"Again?"
"No, but I don't want to talk about how it feels after that tender little moment in the booth," Mica laughed, raising his nose into the wind. "You said you loved me."
"Yeah," Dyne said stoicly, eyes forward on the road. "I guess I did."
"Aww, are you going to be all broody and quiet again? But you can't be because you LOVE me!"
"How much money did we make?"
"Well, we made-"
"Love. We made love because I love you."
"Huh? Hey! You said it again"
"Said what?"
"You said you loved me!"
"Did I? Hmm."
"Ohhhh, you're so mean," Mica laughed again, letting his fingertips trail along the window, feeling the wind whipping past them as they drove off into the night.