{"sf1_id":667035,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Hot, Like Freshly Fired Brass","author":"assilsasta","words":3854,"posted_at":"2014-02-13T11:54:00.000Z","tags":["Arcade","Dave \u0026 Busters","Female","Firing range","Liger","M/F","Male","Male/female","Mouflon","Teasing","Valentine's Day","caught","date","special","spoilers"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/667035-hot-like-freshly-fired-brass","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/667035","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=667035\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"\nHot\nLike Freshly Fired Brass\nBy\nAssilsasta\n»-(¯`·.·´¯)-\u003eFebruary\n14, 2014\u003c-(¯`·.·´¯)-«\n\n»-(¯`·.·´¯)-\u003eKeeping\nit Warm\u003c-(¯`·.·´¯)-«\n\nColin pulled into the motor\ncourt of the Dark Rider House to see the door to one garage open and\nthe coverall covered legs sticking out from under the candy apple red\nCamaro. He chuckled to himself as he heard some tool clatter to the\ncement floor followed by a \"Sunovabich!\" He reached into the\npassenger seat of the Chevrolet and tossed the small box of driver's\ned manuals into the back seat guessing that the Camaro was not\nroadworthy again.\nAs he opened the car door a\nwave of heat flowed in, more pronounce than the air already in the\ncar. He looked around and saw the collection of space heaters\nscattered around the car and open bay. Two were even set in the\nengine compartment facing down to the liger below. The ground was\nwarm as she stepped out into the zone of artificial summer heat. He\nshook his head at the Lilliana's habit of doing things the way she\nwanted as she walked over to the pair of legs that stuck out from\nunder the car. He tapped her leg with his hoof to get her, \"Hey\nthere Kitty. Whats wrong with her now?\"\nA loud thud echoed through the\nengine compartment followed by as, \"Mutherfucker! You better have a\n5/8th with a 6 inch extension and universal joint in your paw when I\nget out there.\"\nColin swiftly looked around for\nthe nearest tool box as she heard the creeper start to roll out from\nunder the raised hulk. Just as he started to move for the standing\ntool case he felt the creeper run into his leg sending him off\nbalance and into the front of the car. As he slid down the mouflin\nfound his lower half being pulled away from the car by the liger on\nthe flat wheeled platform, easily lining him on with her as they both\nmoved. His muscular body was caught by the liger and pulled into her\nas the creeper continued to roll freely. He was mildly surprised, and\ndelighted to see that the upper portion of the coveralls hung loose\naround her waist and the was only wearing a tattered half of a\nt-shirt, just enough cloth to cover her breasts and visibly hard\nnipples.\nAs they rolled she looked into\nhis eyes and asked, \"What's got you here today?\"\n\"Did you already forget the\nplans we made?\" He asked as he heard her paws hit the floor.\n\"Shit!\" She pushed him off\nof her as she moved to stand up. \"Why didn't you remind me?\"\n\"Um,\" He started to say as\nhe looked up at the nearly half dressed liger as she pulled the\nremainder of the coveralls off, \"I did remind you, at lunch.\"\n\"Yea, like I was paying any\nattention,\" She said, \"I had a stack of tests to grade for that\nbunch of morons in the Comp Inro class. What fucking kid doesn't\nknow what a CPU is?\" She started walking to the door that led into\nthe house as she added, \"Get the heaters while I go change.\"\nHe looked at her as she striped\ndown to panties and a mid-drift shirt and discarded the overalls on a\ntool bench by the door. \"Didn't any of the others say anything\nabout today?\" he asked as he moved around to cut off the dozen or\nso space heaters.\n\"Not a damn word,\" She said\nas she walked into the house followed quickly by the mouflon, \"They\nwere all gone when I got here.\"\n\"So instead of taking a hint\nthat is was some special day you decide to try and burn the house\ndown with electric space heaters in a and a garage with a grease\ncovered liger? That's smart.\" \n\"It was cold, what was I\nsupposed to do?\" Lillian glanced over her shoulder at him as she\nstarted up the backstairs.\n\"It was a good eighty degrees\nin there,\" he said in reply, \"You could have done this crazy\nthing that a of of people do... and put on some cloths.\"\nThe liger spun on her paws and\npranced halfway down the stairs to where he was and looked him in the\neyes as she asked, \"Do you really want me to put on clothes? You\nknow they just get in the way.\"\nHe smiled at her as he said,\n\"Actually right now, yes I would like to you get dressed. I think\nthey have a policy against nude liger's on the firing range.\"\n\"The firing range? Really?\"\nShe said as she looked down at him, \"You really went all out,\ndidn't you? None of the low brow stuff like WWE or Monster Truck\nrallies. Can't take my woman to that shit, I'll just take her out\nto a place that smells like gun oil, burnt powder, and sweaty men.\"\n\"Give it up Lilly,\" he said\nwith a smile as he continued to follow her, \"we both know you're\nnot the romantic candle light dinner type.\" As he walked into the\nroom behind her, he noticed a small selection of firearms on the bed\nnext to a black skirt outfit that was laid out and ready. He dropped\ninto the small armchair by the door, set there just for him to fall\ninto, as he said, \"One of these days I am going to figure out how\nto tell when you're serious and when you're pulling my leg.\"\n\"The day you do that,\" She\nstarted to say as she turned around, \"is the day I will consider\nyour proposal.\"\n\"So,\" he leaned to one side\nin the chair as he spoke, \"You're basically telling me I don't\nhave a chance.\"\nLilian walked over, still\nclothed in only the upper half of the tattered shirt and panties, and\nsat in his lap tossing one arm over his shoulder. His faded denim\npants slide smoothly between their thighs as she pushed her shelf up\nto him with one paw on the floor. \"Now I didn't say that.\" She\nran her paw over the brown cotton sweater he wore over a baby blue\ndress shirt as she felt the toned body of the volunteer firefighter\nunderneath. \"But you might have a better chance if you called my\nbluffs more often.\" \n\"I'm not going to fall for\nit today Lilly,\" He said as he picked up her chin to look her in\nthe eyes, \"Not here, not now, and when I do,\" he raised his\neyebrows quickly , \"If I do, you will be speechless for the first\ntime since I met you.\"\nThe liger tapped him on the\nnose as he stood up. \"If I'm speechless how will I say yes, or\nbreak your heart and say no?\" She striped off the shirt and tossed\nit into the nearby hamper as she picked up the black top that was a\nmix of leather, cloth, and buckles and slipped it on. At first the\ngarment looked to me too small to fit over her breasts, then she\nbucked the collar and straps over her abdomen leaving only the\nportion stretched over her breasts loose. Colin watched as the\nclothing hating liger lased a satin cord through some grommet holes\nin the leather edging of the shirt and pulled it just tight enough to\nconceal most of her breasts, yet leave more than enough fur and\ncleavage to draw his eyes to her. \"If you're not careful those\nthings will fall out of your head.\" She said with a smile as she\nlooked over at him before grabbing the short skirt and pulling it on.\n\"You still playing with that .38 or you think you're ready for a\nbig boy pistol?\"\n\"You can think again if\nyou're going to try and get me to fire that hand cannon of yours\nagain,\" Colin said as she rubbed the center of his forehead with\nthe memory of the impact of the liger's favorite intimidation\npieces known as the Bone Collector. \n\"No, you jackass,\" She said\nas she chuckled at him, \"I had a good enough laugh at you already\nover that. I was thinking a Desert Eagle. It had a hell of a lot less\nkick and shouldn't put you on your ass... again.\"\n\"I didn't think you liked\nthose things,\" he said as he stood up and walked over to the bed.\nScattered across the bed were the pieces of her prized Lapua sniper\nrifle, a .338 caliber firearm itself, and several smaller handguns\nand the one out of proportion S\u0026W 500 .50 revolver. His eyes\nsearched for the Desert Eagle she had mentioned.\n\"I don't,\" she said as\nshe started to reassemble the Lapua, \"Handguns aren't really my\nthing. If I'm close enough to need one, I'm too close.\" He\nwatched, still amazed at the precision and speed she moved with when\nreassembling the tool of her military trade. \"But I was thinking,\nI'm not that good at picking out gifts, and you're not that big\nof a computer guy, and that limited my choices on things I know.\"\nAs slipped the rifle into a hard case and under her bed as she\ncontinued, \"And I'm not going to touch that sweet beast of a\nChevrolet, so that left one thing.\" As she pulled her paw out from\nunder the bed she brought a wrapped package with it and dropped the\nheavy box in his lap.\nColin looked down at the gift\nas he said, \"If you were going to tell me what it was, why did you\nbother wrapping it?\"\n\"You can thank Sisy for\nthat,\" Lilliana said with a smile, \"She wrapped everyone's\ngifts whether we wanted her to or not. She even wrapped What Daisy\ngot her.\"\nThe mouflon tore the paper away\nfrom the gift and opened the plain black box left behind. The light\nin the room glinted off the gold plated handgun with it's polished\nwood grip inlays. \"What the hell is this?\"\n\"A gold plated Magnum 1911\n.45 caliber Desert Eagle,\" She said nonchalantly, \"What does it\nlook like?\"\n\"Who would fire this thing?\nIt's gold plated.\"\n\"A mouflon if he knows what's\ngood for him,\" Lilliana said as she started to slip the .50 caliber\nrounds into the over sized hunting pistol.\n\"Are you really going to take\nthat thing with you?\" Colin asked, his read cocked to the side.\nHe flipped the safety on as the\ndropped it to the bed. \"Taking it to the range is the only time I\never get to shoot the thing. It's so impractical for anything, even\nhinting, that I usually don't even load it when I do take it out.\"\n\"Okay, you got a point,\"\nthe mouflin said as he looked at the smaller .38 he had not seen\nbefore. The overly ornate back pistol was covered with molded in\nscroll with and pearl colored grip. The slide had a gold outline of\nthe POW/MIA logo on both side. He picked it up and took a closer look\nat the smallest weapon he had seen in the crazy liger's arsenal.\n\"Where did this one come from?\"\nShe swiftly snatched it out of\nhis paw as she said, \"No where, It's not supposed to be out,\"\nthen dropped it in a drawer in the low set vanity. \"Grab the Mark\nII and lets head out.\"\nKnowing not to push the liger\nwith the sudden downward turn in her tone, Colin grabbed the Ruger\ncompetition pistol and followed her out of the room. He filed the\nimage of the POW/MIA memorabilia firearm in the back of his mind to\nexplore later as she work on gaining a better understanding of this\nwoman that put forth a shallow, predictable outward image, but hid\nthe very deep calculating reality of who she really is.\n»-(¯`·.·´¯)-\u003eShot\nthrough the heart\u003c-(¯`·.·´¯)-«\nLilliana Looked down the lane\nof the indoor firing, taking aim on the target as she lined up sights\nin her one good eye. The smell of GSR and sound of gunfire now\nworking as well as is used to when she needed to get her mind off the\nmore negative aspects of her past and refocus on the present. She\nhated this time of year as it always seemed to drag her back to that\nday. That blank spot in her memory always gave her trouble, and the\nanniversary of the day only made things worse.\nShe glanced over at the mouflin\nin the next lane and smiled as he stood there firing the ridiculously\nshiny gold plated .45 as he worked on getting used to the heavier\npistol. She was slightly amused by the fact that he was actually\nusing the gift. He was not a top notch marksman, but was skilled\nenough to hold his own if he needed to. \nColin glanced over at her and\nreturned the smile. The siren sounded signaling a cease fire and the\nnormally hourly range cleaning commenced. All the paper targets came\nzipping the the front of the lanes as they policed up their brass\nfrom the floor around them. The both pulled the targets down and they\ndropped the ballistic headsets to the small counter in their lane. He\nsmiled as Lilliana held up the paper target missing small three inch\njagged hole in the place the heart should be in the anthro\nsilhouette. He smile just made his that much more confident in what\nhe was about to show her. \"Okay, so you can hit a fly in motion at\nfour hundred yard with anything they put in your paws. My shot group\nmay not be as tight but I think it gets the message across.\" With a\nbroad grin on his muzzle he held up the target with a somewhat rough\noutline of a heart in the torso.\nLilliana grabbed one of his\nhorns and pulled him down into a passionate kiss. Within a moment the\npaper targets drifted loosely to the floor as they wrapped their arms\naround one another. Several long moments passed as her tongue\nwrestled with his. Slowly his paw moved to cup her firm ass as he\nfelt the muscles of her tail whip around wildly. Their moment of\noblivious passion came to an abrupt halt as the siren sounded\nsignaling the rang operational again. The snickered at one another as\nthe feeling of beeing teens caught making out crept into them.\nLilliana ran her finger across\nher lips, brushing off the remnants of their shared moment. \"Okay\nhot stuff, I think it's about time for that romantic dinner you owe\nme.\"\nColin Smiled at her as he said,\n\"Don't worry, I have the perfect place for you picked out.\"\nShe slapped Colin on the rump\nas she turned to collect his pistols. \"Lead the way stud mouflon,\nbut I don't think anything will turn me on as much as GSR and the\nloud crack of a .45.\"\n\"I think this will top it\ntoday,\" he said with a mischievous grin.\n»-(¯`·.·´¯)-\u003ePlaying\ngames\u003c-(¯`·.·´¯)-«\nThe Dave \u0026 Buster's was\nnearly deserted as the couple moved from one game to the next. When\nthey had first arrived Lilliana dragged the mouflon straight to the\nspot in the arcade he had expected her to. He had spent what felt\nlike hours as he watched her play the old school game with a hint of\njealousy while she bumped and grinded her hips against the machine in\nher nearly erotic style of play. Colin had spent more tokens\nrestarting the game than he cared to calculate and his attention was\ncontinually drawn back to the sensual movements that made any trip to\nan arcade worth the wasted cash. \nOnce her finally got her way\nfrom the game of balls, bells and buzzers they moved aimlessly\nthrough the games as the liger rambled on about the history and game\ncatalogue of the random companies until he managed to get to his\ngame of choice, Skeeball. The mouflon had his talent at the bowling\nstyle game after spending several odd dates at arcades. He had\nperhaps spent as many hours figuring out the perfect speed and angle\nto hit the smallest hole in the upper corners of the game with a\nprecision accuracy of the liger's aim on the firing range. It was\none of the few games he knew he could outscore his date, adding a\nsense of faux competition the two shared. \nOnce down to their last paw\nfull of tokens and dwindling supply of alcohol, nearing his time to\ndrag her off to his true romantic getaway, they moved to a game where\nthey were more evenly matched. The motorcycle game was one of the\nhigher end simulation style setups with the mock bikes used to\nsteer in the same manner as the real thing. The limitations of the\nsimulation played to his advantage The races played out the same way\nescalation they had become a kind of foreplay for the pair as the\nkicked and pushed each other's bike to force them to steer off the\nside of the track. \nIn an epiphany that he had\nwished he thought of before, at the end of a race, he got off his\nbike and climbed on the one behind Lilliana. He pressed his body\nagainst hers as they both leaned forward, his paws on top of hers in\nthe handlebars. He hooked his wide horn on the side of her neck,\npinning them check to check as the scent of her lilac fur wash\nfilled his nostrils. The feel of her purr rumbling from her core\nthrough his body heightened the sensation of closeness as she asked,\n\"What do you think you're doing?\"\nHe leaned the bike just far\nenough to force it and her into the ruff shoulder of the track. He\nfelt her moan softly as the over pronounced vibration of the\nsimulated rolled through the frame of the motorcycle mockup and into\nher nethers. \"You're going to get us in trouble if you keep that\nup.\" she said with a slight sensual undertone as she pushed her\nbody back into his. Colin forced her to speed up and slow down at\nodd intervals as she used the speed as s control for the intensity\nand speed of the vibration that coursed through her. \"You are such\na fuckin' tease,\" the liger said as he held her in place with his\nthighs, paws and horn. \nAfter several laps in last\nplace and several continues to keep them in the race, Lilliana\npushed back hard knocking her away from her as her head slipped loose\nof its place pinned next to his. He watched, becoming more aroused as\nshe showed of the strength and skill hidden in her toned feminine\nfeline frame. She slowly lifted her body onter her arms, spreading\nher legs around him as she leaned forward to maintain her center of\nbalance. She shivered slightly as he crossed his arms to allow her to\ncontinue, her cunny coming within inches of his nose, the scent of\nher arousal causing his eyes to rollback as the shiver intensified\nthrough his entire body. Once in a full handstands on the game ride\napparatus he wondered just how much acrobatic practice the liger. He\nturned to face him as she began to lower her body, licking his snout\nas her lips passed his. She spread her legs around her arms as she\nsat back down on the bike facing him. She pulled their hips\ntogether as she wrapped her legs around his waist. the heat from her\ncunny permeated his pants making him almost instantly hard as a rock.\nShe laid back on the cycle frame, spreading her arms out the her\nside as if displaying her tight fitting outfit and firm body for him.\nShe looked up into his eyes as she ground her hot nethers into his\nhard cock, her golden eyes filled with her desire.\n\"Is that how Driver's Ed\nteachers get their certification?\" A young voice said from behind\nColin's back.\nRiley Coleman, one of the\nsophomore students, stood there regarding the amorous couple with an\namused grin. Colin was surprised to see the young hyena girl,\nconsidering the \"No one under 18 without an adult\" restriction\nthat the restaurant had in place for the night. The mouflon sat\nupright and shifted a little, trying to shield his erection from his\nstudent's eyes using Lilliana's muscular body.\n\"Miss Coleman, what a\nsurprise! What, uhm, what are you doing here? Are you on a date?\"\nhe asked, thankful to get the question out without seeming too\nflustered.\n\"I'm a female hyena, Sir,\"\nthe teen said a little annoyed by his question. \"Being a straight\ngirl with a bigger package than most guys doesn't really attract\nthe opposite sex. No, I'm here with my family. This is where my\nparents met, and every year, Mom insists on coming back. And Mom\nalways gets what she wants.\"\nWith a soft chuckle, Colin\nreplied, \"yes, yes I suppose she does.\" Though he wouldn't ever\nsay it aloud in front of his pupil, he was not envious of Mr.\nColeman. \"Well, it was nice to see you, Riley, but I'm going to\nget back to my date with Miss Fargo. I'll see you in class on\nMonday, I assume?\"\nThe young hyena glanced at the\nliger and with a coy grin, said, \"I bet you are. And yeah, I'll\nbe in class on Monday. You two have fun in the meantime. And don't\nworry, I won't spread your business around school.\" With that,\nshe waved them both good-bye and ran off to where her parents were\npatiently waiting.\nColin looked around at the\nrestaurant and arcade at the four or five other couples before he\nleaned forward and pressed their lips together and opening his mouth\nslightly as their tongues slipped past each other and wrestled in a\nlust filled passionate kiss. He pulled back as he gasped from a\nmoment to get air back into his lungs. \"Let's get the hell out of\nhere before we really do get ourselves in trouble.\"\nWith a smirk on her muzzle,\nLilliana asked,\"What, afraid the rest of the class is going to show\nup?\" the liger sat up as they locked eyes, his heart skipped as she\nsaw her predatory gaze. \"I hope the next stop in this night of fun\nis a little more... conducive to where things are headed.\"\n\"Don't worry hot stuff,\"\nthe mouflon said with a grin, \"You'll like the last stop for the\nnight... or weekend.\" His mind mind drifted the the secluded\ncampsite he had set up earlier that day and the thought the cold\nwinter night as they fend off the chills with the fire of passion he\nsaw in her eyes. He lifted the Liger over his shoulder and held the\nedge of her short skirt down to cover her damp panties as he carried\nher out to restaurant, her purr still reverberating through their\ncontact into him."}