{"sf1_id":728402,"sf2_id":"lmXlj00m","title":"Russian It? Chapter 25","author":"JaketheCoon","words":1331,"posted_at":"2014-07-09T21:12:00.000Z","tags":["Blowjob","Dog","Human","Husky","Male","OC","Road Rovers","Sex","exile"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/728402-russian-it-chapter-25","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/lmXlj00m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ab/d1/abd11f0b-0939-4dc5-a986-7ba50ccd5039","description":"#33 of Road Rovers\n\nwas meant to be a bondage chapter. definitely soon","content":"As we enter through the main doors, the other Rovers greet us in glee.\n\n\"There you guys are!\" Hunter shouted.\n\n\"We were all worried about you!\" Colleen chimed in.\n\nI waved my hand to soothe them. \"Now now, don't worry, we're fine.\" I look up at Exile. \"Just fine.\"\n\nExile looks down at me and places his hand on top of my head, ruffling my wig and screwing up the fine workmanship. Good thing I only paid five bucks for the damn thing.\n\n\"Did you get lots of candy?\" Blitz asked.\n\nI look up and see Professor Shepherd staring down at us, squinting at me.\n\n\"I couldn't even find a bag,\" I respond, looking back up at P.S. He continues to squint, and then leaves, back into his mysterious room. Sometimes I wonder what's in there.\n\n\"Comrade, do you wanna go and make us something?\" Exile asks.\n\nI look back at the others. \"Did anyone here have something to eat?\" Everyone shakes their head. \"Well, looks like I'll be making dinner tonight!\"\n\nEveryone cheers and I make my way to the kitchen, ready and raring to prepare yet another delicious meal for an amazing team of superheroes. My heroes.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs everyone walks out of the dining room, bellies full, I make my way to my room to get undressed and ready for bed. I had a long day. At least it all worked out in the end, though. That's always good.\n\nAs I shed off my pants, I hear a knock on the door. In only my underwear and stockings, I go to answer it.\n\n\"Yes?\" I ask.\n\n\"Jay!\" Exile shouts. He's still in his Superman costume.\n\nI lean on the doorframe nonchalantly. \"What is it, Exile?\"\n\n\"I was wondering. Do you wanna, I don't know, have a little funsky?\"\n\n\"Define 'funsky,'\" I tease. He tenses. I giggle. \"Don't worry about it.\" I laugh. \"It's fine.\"\n\nExile relaxes and walks up to me, placing his hands on my shoulders.\n\nI stare up at him and relish in the wondrous view that is his face. It's so relaxed, so calm. So...wanting.\n\nI smile broadly and give him a peck on the lips. He startles a little and I run back into my room, giggling like a little schoolgirl.\n\nExile runs after me in a playful manner and makes an attempt to catch me. He fails -miserably.\n\nI laugh some more and continue to run.\n\nExile finally makes a smart move and runs to the other side, catching me in mid-flight as I jump off the bed.\n\nI feel like I'm five again. The feeling is extraordinary. I can't remember the last time I've felt like this. It feels like ages.\n\nI glance down at Exile. I quickly realize that his face doesn't seem quite right now. I squint a little, realizing that I'm not looking at Exile anymore. I'm staring at my father!\n\nTears start to welt in my eyes. _Father. I've missed you so much._\n\n\"Comrade?\" I hear Exile's voice coming out of my dad's mouth. \"Is there something wrong?\"\n\nI shake myself out of my reverie and find myself standing on the floor, staring back up at Exile.\n\nHe repeats his question.\n\n\"I...I don't think so,\" I reply. \"Just some old childhood memories. At least, ones that I _wish_ I had.\"\n\n\"Oh Jay...\" Exile embraces me in a hug and holds me tightly. Oh how I missed this.\n\nI return the hug and embrace his upper torso. \"I never want us to fight ever again,\" I murmur. \"At least, not like earlier tonight.\"\n\n\"Me neither,\" he agrees.\n\nI let go and stare back at him once more. I look him up and down, relishing in the wondrous beauty that is his body. I smirk.\n\n\"What're you looking at?\" he asks.\n\n\"You.\" I continue to smirk.\n\n\"Is there something you want from me?\"\n\n\"Oh yes.\"\n\n\"Anything specific?\"\n\nI just stare at him. I know he knows what I'm thinking.\n\nHe smirks back in agreement and starts to peel off his costume.\n\nAs I watch him undress, I notice that he's starting to get a little...\"excited.\"\n\n\"You eager for something?\" I ask, smirking.\n\n\"Oh yes,\" he responds.\n\n\"Anything specific?\"\n\n\"You.\"\n\nI blush and look down at my hands. I notice that I'm still wearing my stockings. I peel them off as well and ponder if I should peel off my underwear too. I decide against it.\n\n\"Looking sexy as always, Comrade.\" Exile smiles as he's peeling off his socks.\n\nI continue to smirk. This is so exhilarating.\n\nIt doesn't take long for Exile to finish. He walks up to me and embraces my shoulders once more.\n\nI lean up towards him and make a swoop for the kill. I shove my lips against his and make an attempt to make my tongue slither though his teeth. He prevents me.\n\n\"I just wanna, as you Americans say, 'jump right into the action.'\"\n\n\"Oh, Exile.\"\n\nHe bends down and peels off my underwear, revealing my lower regions. He stares at them for a short while. It'll take him a while to get used to this.\n\n\"Exile, you know how I hate showing you myself,\" I complain.\n\n\"I need to learn to deal with it,\" he murmurs. \"Whether I like it or not.\"\n\nThat much is true. But I still hate it. It makes me (or at least him) think that he's having sex with a guy. I don't want that. At all. I want him to think that he's having sex with the most beautiful girl that he's ever seen. Or, at least, somewhere close to that.\n\n\"I need to taste you,\" he murmurs.\n\nI quickly stiffen. _What?_ \"No, please,\" I plead.\n\n\"No, Jay. I need to. I'm tired of pretending. I need to come to realization that I'm in love with a guy. And that's that.\"\n\nI sigh and give in.\n\nExile wraps his mouth around me and slowly bobs his head up and down. The pain that I can feel inside him is excruciating. I can't enjoy myself like this. This just isn't right. If I had a vagina, that would be a different story. He continues to bob.\n\n\"Exile...\" I trail off.\n\nHe lets go and looks up at me. \"You taste way different than Hunter,\" he murmurs. \"You're more, how do you say, rough. Musty, even.\"\n\nI, personally, didn't know what he meant by musty, but I wasn't gonna complain. Too much.\n\n\"Exile,\" I start, \"you can stop if you want to. I'm not going to cum anytime soon.\"\n\n\"I don't need to taste this 'cum' that you speak of. Just you.\"\n\n\"Are you done then?\"\n\n\"I guess so.\" He stands erect and looks down at me. He notices the tears that are welting from my eyes. \"Jay, what's wrong?\"\n\n\"I don't want you to have sex with a guy.\"\n\n\"I'm not having sex with a guy,\" he murmurs. \"I'm having sex with you.\"\n\nI lunge myself at him and wrap my arms tightly around his nape. I never, _ever_ wanna let this man go. He's too much of a sweetheart.\n\n\"Exile, you mean more to me than anything in the entire world,\" I murmur. \"Even more than sex. I could spend the rest of my life with you and not once touch your privates. I swear to God.\"\n\nHe wraps his arms around my lower torso and hold me close to him. \"Same for me,\" he murmurs back.\n\nWe stand there for what feels like forever. I could stand here with him forever. This is all we need. Just us two. With the exception of food, water, and exercise, anyway.\n\nHe lets go. \"Jay, I'm getting tired.\"\n\n\"Me too,\" I agree. \"Let's get some sleep.\"\n\nHe grabs hold of my hand and leads me to his room once again. We crawl into his bed and embrace ourselves once more, ready to make yet another trip to Slumberland, where no one will bother us. Not for a long time.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Road Rovers","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/725600-russian-it-chapter-24.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/740440-russian-it-chapter-26.json"}}