FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

*

This is a very much long in the works installment in my series Bent Over Behind The Barracks. I have decided to try a new kind of format for this part of the stories, publishing it in short sections over a period of time. This way, I can keep the story dynamic and flowing from my mind easier than it has seemed for the past few months. I hope that this way I can actually get some of it written in due time. *chuckle*

Another result of this format change of course is that the all too famous Gruffhangers will now make their appearance in this series as well, much of a necessity due to the short segments.

If you have any comments, don't hesitate to drop a few lines! Votes, faves and watches are appreciated as well.

Have a fun read!

*

We were soon stuffed inside Brock's Dodge and wroomming through the dark countryside, Brock's headlight barely cutting into the black nothing on the outside. I sat on my seat, slightly ill at ease for the sticky feeling of Brock cum sloshing inside my tailhole, and let's just say that my posture wasn't the most relaxed for most of the time as we made our way.

"So where are we going?" I asked once again from the Dobie hunched over his steering wheel, his tall ears practically touching the ceiling of the small car.

"Told you that I want to take you out, so I'm taking you out," Brock's paws held onto the wheel while his eyes gazed ahead with stern determination in the rough Dobie's face.

"Well I know that, but where?" I asked again.

My brain was hard at work trying to come up with places where Brock might be taking us on an evening like this. I'm sure there were places familiar to him all over the countryside around here, places where he had gone when he was younger, but I didn't know which of those places was interesting at this time of the day. At least I wasn't feeling too tired, which was quite the feat considering that the Dobie had been doing my ass regularly for the past couple of days, and whatever they say about tail lifters being whimps, I don't think a lesser Dobie could've even taken that huge Dobie cock and knot without being torn to shreds.

Talk about strange pride, that, not that I know anything about tail lifting.

It more or less gets lifted for me, anyway.

I watched him for a while, from the side, trying to make out Brock's muzzle and face in the very dim light of the car's interior, all of it coming from the instruments since there weren't street lights our houses nearby. I could see that familiar dark expression that took his face when he concentrated, making him look even rougher than he really was. The curve of his muzzle became even more notable from this angle, and I could almost see his teeth, which I knew to be pearly white and vicious. His ears stood up proudly from the sides of his skull, and I could see one flick during the time I watched him.

The dark hours from today, followed by sex and cooling down from it all were still heavy in my mind, as much as running after Brock ached in my thighs and...well, everything in my thigh region ached anyway. I couldn't help but think about a young Brock, paws held to fists on his sides, standing next to his father's bed and watching the older Dobie die a slow and painful and worthless death. The pain had clearly never gone anywhere, that much was clear for me from the experiences of the day. I'm not sure if anyone else had ever seen that kind of Brock Stahlman, in so much pain, with so little confidence left in things, with so much...violence that he didn't want to commit, or didn't know how to deal with, stuck inside his big Dobie frame.

I was pulled away from my thoughts by the rough rumble of Brock next to me, snuffling loudly after the chesty sound.

"I told you that you'll see it soon enough, wuff, it's not very far away," he replied now, "why are you so impatient? Need to take a whizz or something? We ain't stopping before we're there."

"It's not that," I flicked both of my ears at him. "Dunno what I think about surprises, though."

"You know I like giving you surprises," Brock gave me a sideways glance, indicated by the glint of his eye turning towards me.

"Sometimes they're nasty surprises," I replied, still remembering all too well when he'd told me that he had a great surprise for me, and ended up pushing me against a workbench in the gun shop we were supposed to clean up after practice before he stuck up fingers into my ass and made me cum all over the table...and then lick it up.

My cock twitched a little bit inside its sheath for my dirty thoughts about Brock and his cock, and even my stupid tailhole decided to clench from the feeling, sending some sort of a twinge of discomfort through my belly. I sure wasn't feeling like wagging my tail.

"I like surprises," Brock's teeth were visible as a white streak, briefly, before he was again starting straight ahead, to the road beyond.

I could see a few lights in the distance now, along the long, desolate, straight road surrounded by fields from both sides. I squinted and tried to see what we were heading towards, since I had a feeling that whatever it was, it could have something to do with this surprise Brock had been talking about ever since we left for the road.

I saw that we passed a road sign but couldn't read it, so I turned for Brock again.

"What's that? Where are we coming to?" I asked him.

"Merrybridge, what a fucking dump," Brock grunted from his hunched place.

The lights in the distance were growing ever more, now illuminating a few buildings hugging the road. We reached the first, a small gas station, and passed it on our way towards the small cluster of lights still some way ahead of us. I realized that Brock was slowing down the car.

"We're coming here?" I peered through the windshield at the houses ahead of us.

"Yeah," Brock snuffled and put on the signal before he hit the breaks and we pulled over to one side, letting the car come to a stop.

Brock turned the key and looked at me, a shade of red over his face now, from some sort of a neon sign on the wall of the house we had parked next to.

"Well, don't just sit there, told you that I'd take you out!"

*

And here we go, another little way along their story.

If you have any comments, please don't hesitate to drop a few lines. It'll help me to be a better writer.