Going So Far in One Spot.txt
Going So Far in One Spot
Written by Danath. This story has been reposted with the permission of Danath; subsequent repostings must be made with the permission of Taiko Akito, and posted here. The characters Mint and Horrus are the mental properties of Taiko Akito and may not be used without his permission. http://www.furaffinity.net/user/danath/
Mint fiddled with his screwdriver, trying to align the tiny flathead up with the screw deep inside the control panel through which he was working. His large black-rimmed goggles whirred as the zoom automatically adjusted, giving Mint a clearer view of the screw.
The green wolf managed to get it tight, sealing the circuit board into place. He lifted his goggles up, resting them on his forehead, and closed the panel, then latched it shut.
The wolf stood up and admired his handiwork. As a technician, inventor, and super-genius, the green wolf knew when he had a good thing, and his latest invention was definitely a good thing.
Mint was of average height and weight, with a slightly stocky build. Brown flecks of fur mixed with his otherwise mint-green coat, like chocolate flakes in ice cream. A single strip of solid brown fur ran around his lower neck and shoulders. His natural scent, that of mint and chocolate, filled the small workroom where he tinkered on his inventions.
For clothing, Mint eschewed the traditional technician lab coat for simpler, more relaxed items. A simple pair of baggy gym shorts and a white tank top clung to his shaggy fur. A utility belt around his hips held various tools.
The wolf walked around his latest invention one more time, checking to make sure everything was in place and operational. It was a large chair, big enough for one person, though it looked much like a regular chair on the outside. Covered in plush black leather and overstuffed with padding, it would be comfortable to sit in. The arms lifted, however, to reveal highly technical control panels. The touch-screens could be navigated like a smart phone.
One of Mint's powers was the ability to make things larger on the inside than the outside would otherwise permit. He used this to ensure all the miles of cables, wires, and circuit boards all fit inside the recliner. He also used it occasionally in the sack when he was with his friend Horrus, a well-hung zebra that owned an ice cream parlor. It was in the attic of the shop that Mint made his workroom, and it was into the shop itself the wolf planned to take the chair on its first test run.
The shop was an old house. The first floor was the ice cream parlor itself. The second had living spaces - two bedrooms, kitchen, and the rest. Mint had his own room, though more often than not he shared Horrus's bed.
Mint grinned and settled himself down into his chair, lifted the arm, and tapped the screen a few times to adjust the settings. Two floors down, middle of the parlor - which was closed this time of day, so no chance of materializing inside someone. Though the safeguards he'd installed should prevent that. Still, no reason to take chances.
The machine hummed and rattled before settling into a loud buzz. Mint gripped the armrests tightly as the world faded to white. His stomach lurched and he closed his eyes as a kaleidescope of nothing slammed into his optic nerves. His fur tingled.
Then something wet hit him in the chest. He gasped as the hot water ran down his face and blinded him for a moment.
"What the... Mint? Wh... whoa!"
Horrus grabbed at the wolf as he toppled over. The taller, heavier zebra's hooves slipped on the shower tiles and he fell over, taking the shower curtain with him. He landed heavily in Mint's lap. The wolf gasped, breath knocked out of him, as the naked, wet zebra squirmed on top of him, legs askew over the edge of the chair.
The machine hummed, rattled, then set into a buzz. Horrus, not knowing what was happening, tried to jump off, but it was too late. Wolf and zebra together were teleported out of the bathroom, leaving a broken shower rod, dangling curtain, and running water behind.
Horrus clutched his stomach and groaned as the chair rematerialized. Mint looked up, recognized the familiar tin-plated ceiling of the ice cream parlor, and sighed with relief. Just a brief pit stop in the bathroom. What had gone wrong?
Mint pushed at Horrus, muttering apologies. The confused zebra stood, staring around, as Mint opened the panel of the chair.
"Uh... Mint?"
"Sorry, Horrus, a project I'm working on. Teleportation. Should have told you. Can't talk now - gotta fix it. Water got into the circuits..."
Mint kept mumbling to himself, ignoring Horrus.
"Mint!"
The green wolf looked up, peering out from behind his black goggles.
"Mint, look around. We aren't in the shop. Well, we are. But it's not the shop any more."
The zebra was right. The counter and stools were gone. The signs were all different. Instead of advertising the flavor of the month, they advertised a naked male of the month, a slim Greyhound with a stiff erection. The windows had been blacked out and only a few tables remained, instead of the half dozen from before.
Mint looked down beneath him. Under the chair was a low-set stage. The backdrop behind them was of a typical living room. Dildoes and bottles of lube sat on a coffee table next to where the chair had materialized. On the other side was a couch.
The lights flicked on.
"Ah! My performers have finally decided to make an appearance!"
Mint and Horrus stared at the tiny female Chihuahua who stalked onto the stage. Her ears were back and her teeth bared. Even though she was no more than four feet tall, Mint and Horrus automatically backed away from her.
"I'm docking your pay for the two hours you've kept us waiting! Get yourselves ready, I sent the fluffers home!"
She barked more commands as a camera operator and photographer set up in their positions. Horrus and Mint stared at each other. The naked zebra still dripped with water from the showers.
"I swear, if you film this like it's still 2011 I'm going to rip off your balls, Frank!"
The director of the porno glared at the cameraman, an aging cougar who calmly ignored her.
Mint's ears went back. 2011? So... it was the ice cream shop, just not in the same time.
Horrus looked at Mint, eyebrow raised. The stoic zebra didn't get too excited over things, always taking them calmly - it was what helped him turn the ice cream shop into the city's busiest.
"We traveled in time!" Mint hissed at him. "I don't know how, but we're somewhere in the future! I can get us back, but we have to stall. If they figure out we're not who they think we are, we could end up stuck here!"
That surprised even Horrus, who looked around nervously.
"What are you waiting for? Start sucking his nuts, you useless turds!"
The Chihuahua glared at them contemptuously.
"What, do I have to show you how?"
"Jesus, Mint, do it, I think she's serious!" Horrus said. The Chihuahua was putting the fear into the muscular zebra - he could feel his balls retracting at the thought of her latching onto them with hir sharp little teeth.
"And lose the clothes, greenie. They're too ugly for this scene."
Mint growled under his breath, but obediently pulled off his shirt and shorts, revealing a chocolate-colored sheath and toned rump. He glanced up at Horrus.
"Just play along - I'll get it fixed later," he whispered.
Horrus shifted on his broad hooves uncomfortably as Mint nuzzled his heavy sac. The camera's flash startled them both.
"No foreplay! This is porn, dammit!"
The director's high-pitched bark startled them worse. Horrus wasn't sure he'd be able to get an erection with her beady eyes hollowing his skull out, but the zebra turned his head and focused on Mint.
The wolf's muzzle opened and dropped around his thick sheath. Horrus's fingers dropped onto the wolf's shoulders, squeezing as he felt a flexible canid tongue digging around inside, pulling his limp cock out. That was enough to get things started and Horrus let out a grunt of satisfaction.
Mint pulled the zebra's shaft into his muzzle and suckled it warmly, massaging it with his lips, until he felt it throb warmly and thicken considerably. The wolf pulled off slowly, tail wagging, as they both forgot they were being filmed. Horrus reached down and squeezed his sheath, working out the last few inches, and pulled his hips back, slowly dragging his thick, pale red shaft out of Mint's muzzle.
The tip, as yet unflared, drizzled a bit of pre-cum, which Mint eagerly lapped up. Ignoring the flash of the camera, the wolf worked his tongue up and down Horrus's length. He could feel his own erection bobbing as familiar feelings of lust grew in him.
"You! Stripes! Fuck his face, now!"
Startled, Horrus's fingers clutched at the back of Mint's head. He thrust forward into the wolf's muzzle. Mint, unprepared, gagged as the tip went down his throat. Horrus groaned and pumped again, making his heavy nuts slap up under Mint's chin. The wolf tried to relax, to take a breath whenever he could, as the zebra pummeled his face.
Horrus gasped and bucked. Pre-cum flooded Mint's muzzle. The wolf's eyes watered as he inhaled Horrus's scent. The zebra's fingers tightened even more.
"Ooooh... fuuuu-"
"Not in his mouth! On his face, idiot!"
Horrus's eyes opened in shock. He'd forgotten the Chihuahua all over again. With a knicker, he pulled out just as he came, shocked into orgasm. Mint couldn't get his head out of the way of the huge blast of stick, hot zebra cum. Ropes of it splattered his muzzle, cheek, and closed eye. A lot more went into his hair and even his ear. Horrus gripped his cock and jerked it, pumping more onto the wolf's face.
"Swallow, God damn you!"
Mint opened his raw mouth and lapped at the dribbling cum spurting from the equine's tip. The Chihuahua scared him too - he didn't dare piss her off by refusing what he'd do on a nightly basis anyways.
The photographer eventually tossed Mint a towel. The wolf wiped off his face and then Horrus's half-hard cock.
"Okay, now you-" she said, pointing at Mint, "-will fuck stripes here on that chair. Moan like a bitch or the microphones won't pick it up!"
Horrus stared wide-eyed at Mint. The zebra was the top - always. He'd never bottomed before. He'd sucked Mint off, things like that, but he'd never taken the wolf.
"MOVE IT!"
The director's voice startled them both into action. Mint quickly sat in the chair, hard chocolate-brown cock bobbing and throbbing. Horrus awkwardly straddled him, knees sinking into the padded cushion on either side of the wolf. The zebra's body hid the green wolf's paw from view as he flipped open the chair and tapped frantically at the screen.
"Get the lube first, moron!"
With shaking fingers, Horrus reached out and grabbed a bottle from the coffee table, then dumped the entire thing over Mint's cock. The wolf yelped at the cold liquid and glared at Horrus. The zebra ignored him. A strained look crossed his face as he lowered himself slowly towards Mint's lap.
"Look like you love it, you cock-hungry bag of sluts!"
Horrus's lips twitched, but he adopted a careful expression of pleasure as he spread the lube around Mint's cock and his own tailhole. The wolf, distracted by the touchscreen, barely glanced at him - until the equine dropped his hips, taking Mint's entire length in one go.
Horrus squealed - no acting involved - and Mint's claws pierced the leather. The wolf yelped as the zebra clenched on his cock, crushing it. The director grinned for the first time and drummed her fingers on the arm of her chair as she watched the equine twitch and groan.
"Jesus, Horrus, what the fuck was that?" Mint gasped.
"Isn't that what you usually do?"
Mint managed to roll his eyes before closing them, groaning, and resisting the urge to thrust. The zebra was doing all the work for him, so he focused instead on tapping commands into the touchscreen. Reboot the processors, streamline the L-sines, power up the rotary photons...
Horrus, meanwhile, found his cock had grown hard again. It slapped down against Mint's chest as he raised and lowered himself slowly over the wolf's cock, down to the knot at the base. His shaft throbbed every time the wolf's tip banged into his prostate. It felt good, and he wondered why he hadn't tried this before.
Horrus grunted, moaned, and reached down to grip his cock in both fists. Despite having came so recently, he was already dripping with pre-cum. He worked his fists up and down his erection as his rump dropped.
"Good. Now, cum!"
Mint's eyes flashed wide when Horrus dropped his ass again, clenching and squeezing around his cock. The wolf groaned and lifted his hips as much as he could, which wasn't much considering the zebra's entire weight was pinning his thighs down. His knot popped into Horrus's rump without warning.
The zebra whinnied. His cock erupted, spraying Mint's face for the second time. Mint sagged back, muzzle dropping open, as he came as well, pumping loads of wolf-seed into the zebra's large, striped rump.
"Good! Now, smear the green one's face with it. Yes, excellent... wait, you knotted him? Moron! That doesn't translate to the camera! Amateurs!"
The Chihuahua stomped off, shouting orders to keep filming to the other two. The photographer and cameraman looked at each other, shrugged, and turned their equipment off.
"Clean up when you're done, yeah? Then come see me to get paid," the camera operator said. The cougar left, leaving Horrus and Mint sticky, panting, and tied tightly together.
"Hold on tight," Mint gasped, hitting the last button on the touchscreen.
The machine whirred and buzzed, then the world went white. When they came out of it, they were in the ice cream parlor. It was still night out and the shop looked exactly as it should have. They were in the same place as they were on the porn set, though now in the middle of tables and not on a stage.
Horrus gritted his flat teeth and glanced down at Mint, who sagged back into the chair, obviously relieved.
"How long?"
"Well, about fifteen minutes, if the chronometer is correct. We didn't lose much time at all, considering we went forward almost eight years."
"No... I mean... how long."
Horrus grunted and shifted his hips, pulling on the knot embedded in his rump. Mint moaned and reached out, splaying his fingers into the zebra's gorgeous pecs. He licked his lips, tasting the equine's seed in his fur.
"Oh... uh... right... about fifteen minutes, maybe... twenty, if you keep squeezing like that."
FIN