Hot, Like Freshly Fired Brass
Hot
Like Freshly Fired Brass
By
Assilsasta
»-(¯·.·´¯)->February
14, 2014<-(¯·.·´¯)-«
»-(¯·.·´¯)->Keeping
it Warm<-(¯·.·´¯)-«
Colin pulled into the motor
court of the Dark Rider House to see the door to one garage open and
the coverall covered legs sticking out from under the candy apple red
Camaro. He chuckled to himself as he heard some tool clatter to the
cement floor followed by a "Sunovabich!" He reached into the
passenger seat of the Chevrolet and tossed the small box of driver's
ed manuals into the back seat guessing that the Camaro was not
roadworthy again.
As he opened the car door a
wave of heat flowed in, more pronounce than the air already in the
car. He looked around and saw the collection of space heaters
scattered around the car and open bay. Two were even set in the
engine compartment facing down to the liger below. The ground was
warm as she stepped out into the zone of artificial summer heat. He
shook his head at the Lilliana's habit of doing things the way she
wanted as she walked over to the pair of legs that stuck out from
under the car. He tapped her leg with his hoof to get her, "Hey
there Kitty. Whats wrong with her now?"
A loud thud echoed through the
engine compartment followed by as, "Mutherfucker! You better have a
5/8th with a 6 inch extension and universal joint in your paw when I
get out there."
Colin swiftly looked around for
the nearest tool box as she heard the creeper start to roll out from
under the raised hulk. Just as he started to move for the standing
tool case he felt the creeper run into his leg sending him off
balance and into the front of the car. As he slid down the mouflin
found his lower half being pulled away from the car by the liger on
the flat wheeled platform, easily lining him on with her as they both
moved. His muscular body was caught by the liger and pulled into her
as the creeper continued to roll freely. He was mildly surprised, and
delighted to see that the upper portion of the coveralls hung loose
around her waist and the was only wearing a tattered half of a
t-shirt, just enough cloth to cover her breasts and visibly hard
nipples.
As they rolled she looked into
his eyes and asked, "What's got you here today?"
"Did you already forget the
plans we made?" He asked as he heard her paws hit the floor.
"Shit!" She pushed him off
of her as she moved to stand up. "Why didn't you remind me?"
"Um," He started to say as
he looked up at the nearly half dressed liger as she pulled the
remainder of the coveralls off, "I did remind you, at lunch."
"Yea, like I was paying any
attention," She said, "I had a stack of tests to grade for that
bunch of morons in the Comp Inro class. What fucking kid doesn't
know what a CPU is?" She started walking to the door that led into
the house as she added, "Get the heaters while I go change."
He looked at her as she striped
down to panties and a mid-drift shirt and discarded the overalls on a
tool bench by the door. "Didn't any of the others say anything
about today?" he asked as he moved around to cut off the dozen or
so space heaters.
"Not a damn word," She said
as she walked into the house followed quickly by the mouflon, "They
were all gone when I got here."
"So instead of taking a hint
that is was some special day you decide to try and burn the house
down with electric space heaters in a and a garage with a grease
covered liger? That's smart."
"It was cold, what was I
supposed to do?" Lillian glanced over her shoulder at him as she
started up the backstairs.
"It was a good eighty degrees
in there," he said in reply, "You could have done this crazy
thing that a of of people do... and put on some cloths."
The liger spun on her paws and
pranced halfway down the stairs to where he was and looked him in the
eyes as she asked, "Do you really want me to put on clothes? You
know they just get in the way."
He smiled at her as he said,
"Actually right now, yes I would like to you get dressed. I think
they have a policy against nude liger's on the firing range."
"The firing range? Really?"
She said as she looked down at him, "You really went all out,
didn't you? None of the low brow stuff like WWE or Monster Truck
rallies. Can't take my woman to that shit, I'll just take her out
to a place that smells like gun oil, burnt powder, and sweaty men."
"Give it up Lilly," he said
with a smile as he continued to follow her, "we both know you're
not the romantic candle light dinner type." As he walked into the
room behind her, he noticed a small selection of firearms on the bed
next to a black skirt outfit that was laid out and ready. He dropped
into the small armchair by the door, set there just for him to fall
into, as he said, "One of these days I am going to figure out how
to tell when you're serious and when you're pulling my leg."
"The day you do that," She
started to say as she turned around, "is the day I will consider
your proposal."
"So," he leaned to one side
in the chair as he spoke, "You're basically telling me I don't
have a chance."
Lilian walked over, still
clothed in only the upper half of the tattered shirt and panties, and
sat in his lap tossing one arm over his shoulder. His faded denim
pants slide smoothly between their thighs as she pushed her shelf up
to him with one paw on the floor. "Now I didn't say that." She
ran her paw over the brown cotton sweater he wore over a baby blue
dress shirt as she felt the toned body of the volunteer firefighter
underneath. "But you might have a better chance if you called my
bluffs more often."
"I'm not going to fall for
it today Lilly," He said as he picked up her chin to look her in
the eyes, "Not here, not now, and when I do," he raised his
eyebrows quickly , "If I do, you will be speechless for the first
time since I met you."
The liger tapped him on the
nose as he stood up. "If I'm speechless how will I say yes, or
break your heart and say no?" She striped off the shirt and tossed
it into the nearby hamper as she picked up the black top that was a
mix of leather, cloth, and buckles and slipped it on. At first the
garment looked to me too small to fit over her breasts, then she
bucked the collar and straps over her abdomen leaving only the
portion stretched over her breasts loose. Colin watched as the
clothing hating liger lased a satin cord through some grommet holes
in the leather edging of the shirt and pulled it just tight enough to
conceal most of her breasts, yet leave more than enough fur and
cleavage to draw his eyes to her. "If you're not careful those
things will fall out of your head." She said with a smile as she
looked over at him before grabbing the short skirt and pulling it on.
"You still playing with that .38 or you think you're ready for a
big boy pistol?"
"You can think again if
you're going to try and get me to fire that hand cannon of yours
again," Colin said as she rubbed the center of his forehead with
the memory of the impact of the liger's favorite intimidation
pieces known as the Bone Collector.
"No, you jackass," She said
as she chuckled at him, "I had a good enough laugh at you already
over that. I was thinking a Desert Eagle. It had a hell of a lot less
kick and shouldn't put you on your ass... again."
"I didn't think you liked
those things," he said as he stood up and walked over to the bed.
Scattered across the bed were the pieces of her prized Lapua sniper
rifle, a .338 caliber firearm itself, and several smaller handguns
and the one out of proportion S&W 500 .50 revolver. His eyes
searched for the Desert Eagle she had mentioned.
"I don't," she said as
she started to reassemble the Lapua, "Handguns aren't really my
thing. If I'm close enough to need one, I'm too close." He
watched, still amazed at the precision and speed she moved with when
reassembling the tool of her military trade. "But I was thinking,
I'm not that good at picking out gifts, and you're not that big
of a computer guy, and that limited my choices on things I know."
As slipped the rifle into a hard case and under her bed as she
continued, "And I'm not going to touch that sweet beast of a
Chevrolet, so that left one thing." As she pulled her paw out from
under the bed she brought a wrapped package with it and dropped the
heavy box in his lap.
Colin looked down at the gift
as he said, "If you were going to tell me what it was, why did you
bother wrapping it?"
"You can thank Sisy for
that," Lilliana said with a smile, "She wrapped everyone's
gifts whether we wanted her to or not. She even wrapped What Daisy
got her."
The mouflon tore the paper away
from the gift and opened the plain black box left behind. The light
in the room glinted off the gold plated handgun with it's polished
wood grip inlays. "What the hell is this?"
"A gold plated Magnum 1911
.45 caliber Desert Eagle," She said nonchalantly, "What does it
look like?"
"Who would fire this thing?
It's gold plated."
"A mouflon if he knows what's
good for him," Lilliana said as she started to slip the .50 caliber
rounds into the over sized hunting pistol.
"Are you really going to take
that thing with you?" Colin asked, his read cocked to the side.
He flipped the safety on as the
dropped it to the bed. "Taking it to the range is the only time I
ever get to shoot the thing. It's so impractical for anything, even
hinting, that I usually don't even load it when I do take it out."
"Okay, you got a point,"
the mouflin said as he looked at the smaller .38 he had not seen
before. The overly ornate back pistol was covered with molded in
scroll with and pearl colored grip. The slide had a gold outline of
the POW/MIA logo on both side. He picked it up and took a closer look
at the smallest weapon he had seen in the crazy liger's arsenal.
"Where did this one come from?"
She swiftly snatched it out of
his paw as she said, "No where, It's not supposed to be out,"
then dropped it in a drawer in the low set vanity. "Grab the Mark
II and lets head out."
Knowing not to push the liger
with the sudden downward turn in her tone, Colin grabbed the Ruger
competition pistol and followed her out of the room. He filed the
image of the POW/MIA memorabilia firearm in the back of his mind to
explore later as she work on gaining a better understanding of this
woman that put forth a shallow, predictable outward image, but hid
the very deep calculating reality of who she really is.
»-(¯·.·´¯)->Shot
through the heart<-(¯·.·´¯)-«
Lilliana Looked down the lane
of the indoor firing, taking aim on the target as she lined up sights
in her one good eye. The smell of GSR and sound of gunfire now
working as well as is used to when she needed to get her mind off the
more negative aspects of her past and refocus on the present. She
hated this time of year as it always seemed to drag her back to that
day. That blank spot in her memory always gave her trouble, and the
anniversary of the day only made things worse.
She glanced over at the mouflin
in the next lane and smiled as he stood there firing the ridiculously
shiny gold plated .45 as he worked on getting used to the heavier
pistol. She was slightly amused by the fact that he was actually
using the gift. He was not a top notch marksman, but was skilled
enough to hold his own if he needed to.
Colin glanced over at her and
returned the smile. The siren sounded signaling a cease fire and the
normally hourly range cleaning commenced. All the paper targets came
zipping the the front of the lanes as they policed up their brass
from the floor around them. The both pulled the targets down and they
dropped the ballistic headsets to the small counter in their lane. He
smiled as Lilliana held up the paper target missing small three inch
jagged hole in the place the heart should be in the anthro
silhouette. He smile just made his that much more confident in what
he was about to show her. "Okay, so you can hit a fly in motion at
four hundred yard with anything they put in your paws. My shot group
may not be as tight but I think it gets the message across." With a
broad grin on his muzzle he held up the target with a somewhat rough
outline of a heart in the torso.
Lilliana grabbed one of his
horns and pulled him down into a passionate kiss. Within a moment the
paper targets drifted loosely to the floor as they wrapped their arms
around one another. Several long moments passed as her tongue
wrestled with his. Slowly his paw moved to cup her firm ass as he
felt the muscles of her tail whip around wildly. Their moment of
oblivious passion came to an abrupt halt as the siren sounded
signaling the rang operational again. The snickered at one another as
the feeling of beeing teens caught making out crept into them.
Lilliana ran her finger across
her lips, brushing off the remnants of their shared moment. "Okay
hot stuff, I think it's about time for that romantic dinner you owe
me."
Colin Smiled at her as he said,
"Don't worry, I have the perfect place for you picked out."
She slapped Colin on the rump
as she turned to collect his pistols. "Lead the way stud mouflon,
but I don't think anything will turn me on as much as GSR and the
loud crack of a .45."
"I think this will top it
today," he said with a mischievous grin.
»-(¯·.·´¯)->Playing
games<-(¯·.·´¯)-«
The Dave & Buster's was
nearly deserted as the couple moved from one game to the next. When
they had first arrived Lilliana dragged the mouflon straight to the
spot in the arcade he had expected her to. He had spent what felt
like hours as he watched her play the old school game with a hint of
jealousy while she bumped and grinded her hips against the machine in
her nearly erotic style of play. Colin had spent more tokens
restarting the game than he cared to calculate and his attention was
continually drawn back to the sensual movements that made any trip to
an arcade worth the wasted cash.
Once her finally got her way
from the game of balls, bells and buzzers they moved aimlessly
through the games as the liger rambled on about the history and game
catalogue of the random companies until he managed to get to his
game of choice, Skeeball. The mouflon had his talent at the bowling
style game after spending several odd dates at arcades. He had
perhaps spent as many hours figuring out the perfect speed and angle
to hit the smallest hole in the upper corners of the game with a
precision accuracy of the liger's aim on the firing range. It was
one of the few games he knew he could outscore his date, adding a
sense of faux competition the two shared.
Once down to their last paw
full of tokens and dwindling supply of alcohol, nearing his time to
drag her off to his true romantic getaway, they moved to a game where
they were more evenly matched. The motorcycle game was one of the
higher end simulation style setups with the mock bikes used to
steer in the same manner as the real thing. The limitations of the
simulation played to his advantage The races played out the same way
escalation they had become a kind of foreplay for the pair as the
kicked and pushed each other's bike to force them to steer off the
side of the track.
In an epiphany that he had
wished he thought of before, at the end of a race, he got off his
bike and climbed on the one behind Lilliana. He pressed his body
against hers as they both leaned forward, his paws on top of hers in
the handlebars. He hooked his wide horn on the side of her neck,
pinning them check to check as the scent of her lilac fur wash
filled his nostrils. The feel of her purr rumbling from her core
through his body heightened the sensation of closeness as she asked,
"What do you think you're doing?"
He leaned the bike just far
enough to force it and her into the ruff shoulder of the track. He
felt her moan softly as the over pronounced vibration of the
simulated rolled through the frame of the motorcycle mockup and into
her nethers. "You're going to get us in trouble if you keep that
up." she said with a slight sensual undertone as she pushed her
body back into his. Colin forced her to speed up and slow down at
odd intervals as she used the speed as s control for the intensity
and speed of the vibration that coursed through her. "You are such
a fuckin' tease," the liger said as he held her in place with his
thighs, paws and horn.
After several laps in last
place and several continues to keep them in the race, Lilliana
pushed back hard knocking her away from her as her head slipped loose
of its place pinned next to his. He watched, becoming more aroused as
she showed of the strength and skill hidden in her toned feminine
feline frame. She slowly lifted her body onter her arms, spreading
her legs around him as she leaned forward to maintain her center of
balance. She shivered slightly as he crossed his arms to allow her to
continue, her cunny coming within inches of his nose, the scent of
her arousal causing his eyes to rollback as the shiver intensified
through his entire body. Once in a full handstands on the game ride
apparatus he wondered just how much acrobatic practice the liger. He
turned to face him as she began to lower her body, licking his snout
as her lips passed his. She spread her legs around her arms as she
sat back down on the bike facing him. She pulled their hips
together as she wrapped her legs around his waist. the heat from her
cunny permeated his pants making him almost instantly hard as a rock.
She laid back on the cycle frame, spreading her arms out the her
side as if displaying her tight fitting outfit and firm body for him.
She looked up into his eyes as she ground her hot nethers into his
hard cock, her golden eyes filled with her desire.
"Is that how Driver's Ed
teachers get their certification?" A young voice said from behind
Colin's back.
Riley Coleman, one of the
sophomore students, stood there regarding the amorous couple with an
amused grin. Colin was surprised to see the young hyena girl,
considering the "No one under 18 without an adult" restriction
that the restaurant had in place for the night. The mouflon sat
upright and shifted a little, trying to shield his erection from his
student's eyes using Lilliana's muscular body.
"Miss Coleman, what a
surprise! What, uhm, what are you doing here? Are you on a date?"
he asked, thankful to get the question out without seeming too
flustered.
"I'm a female hyena, Sir,"
the teen said a little annoyed by his question. "Being a straight
girl with a bigger package than most guys doesn't really attract
the opposite sex. No, I'm here with my family. This is where my
parents met, and every year, Mom insists on coming back. And Mom
always gets what she wants."
With a soft chuckle, Colin
replied, "yes, yes I suppose she does." Though he wouldn't ever
say it aloud in front of his pupil, he was not envious of Mr.
Coleman. "Well, it was nice to see you, Riley, but I'm going to
get back to my date with Miss Fargo. I'll see you in class on
Monday, I assume?"
The young hyena glanced at the
liger and with a coy grin, said, "I bet you are. And yeah, I'll
be in class on Monday. You two have fun in the meantime. And don't
worry, I won't spread your business around school." With that,
she waved them both good-bye and ran off to where her parents were
patiently waiting.
Colin looked around at the
restaurant and arcade at the four or five other couples before he
leaned forward and pressed their lips together and opening his mouth
slightly as their tongues slipped past each other and wrestled in a
lust filled passionate kiss. He pulled back as he gasped from a
moment to get air back into his lungs. "Let's get the hell out of
here before we really do get ourselves in trouble."
With a smirk on her muzzle,
Lilliana asked,"What, afraid the rest of the class is going to show
up?" the liger sat up as they locked eyes, his heart skipped as she
saw her predatory gaze. "I hope the next stop in this night of fun
is a little more... conducive to where things are headed."
"Don't worry hot stuff,"
the mouflon said with a grin, "You'll like the last stop for the
night... or weekend." His mind mind drifted the the secluded
campsite he had set up earlier that day and the thought the cold
winter night as they fend off the chills with the fire of passion he
saw in her eyes. He lifted the Liger over his shoulder and held the
edge of her short skirt down to cover her damp panties as he carried
her out to restaurant, her purr still reverberating through their
contact into him.