Oklahoma (Todd)
#18 of First Steps
As we make our way through the next state, it gets slowly darker. I look on the GPS to see how much longer I'll be driving. It says it's about a four or five hour drive until we hit Texas. I remain at a steady pace of 68 mph. Hopefully these next few hours will be easy.
Wendell's still hopped up on that energy drink. He's still jittering in his seat.
"Hey, Wendell. You ok?" I ask.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Why you ask?"
"Because your leg is still bouncing from that energy drink." I motion my head towards his right leg.
"Ok. You've got a point there." he says. "So, what cities are we stopping at?"
"First we're going to... Oklahoma City and then a town called Erick."
"Good. It's about time that we get some gas. Haha, I said gas."
"Wendell. I'm about three seconds away from pulling this car over and duct taping your muzzle shut." With that, he puts his paw over his mouth and he doesn't speak. Usually, he's the one to get commanding, but I don't know how much of this sugar rush I can take.
After a while, it starts to get too silent again. I turn on the radio and soon I manage to find one of my favorite songs: Blow by Ke$ha. Wendell starts to dance along to the song. I roll my eyes and smirk. But, whatever. Anything to channel that extra energy out of him, I'm all for it.
In a couple of hours, we're finally at Oklahoma City. Wendell's sugar rush has died down a lot. Towards the center of town, we find a gas station.
"Stay here. I'm gonna go and pay for our gas." I say.
"Aren't you supposed to pump the gas first then go pay for it?" Wendell asks.
"Yeah. But, this is prepaid gas." I explain. I walk into the station and hand the cashier $50 to pay for enough gas to hopefully at least get us through Texas. When I walk back out, I put the pump into the gas tank. I look inside the car and see that Wendell's in the driver's seat. I tap on the window and he rolls it down.
"What's up?" he asks.
"What're you doing?" I ask.
"I'll drive for a while."
"You sure? You were pretty hopped up not two hours ago."
"I'm fine. I don't feel jittery. Plus, I don't think that I'm going to be sleeping anytime soon."
"Alright." I turn back to the gas pump. I stop it once we get to $50 and take it out. I close the gas tank and then hop into the passenger's seat. Wendell heads back out on the road. After another few minutes, we find a rest stop. It's about time. We both need a break from all of this craziness that's been happening. Once we park, I grab the bag of food in the back and put it in my lap.
"Can I have a few mini doughnuts?" Wendell asks. I look into the bag and take out a 6-pack of mini doughnuts and hand it to him.
"You seriously bought those?" I ask.
"Yep."
"How many packs did you buy?"
"Uh..." Wendell scratches the back of his neck like that guilt look that you normally see in the movies.
"Wendell?" I get a bit more aggressive. "How many did you buy?"
"I may have bought... $100 worth of them and stuffed the bag behind the seat in the back."
"Why?"
"Can't help it, T. I loooooooooooove doughnuts." he stuffs a powdered mini donut in his muzzle and eats it.
"Well, why didn't you tell me about it?" I ask. I climb into the back seats to look for Wendell's secret bag. I eventually find it and bring it back to the front seat. Inside is dozens of mini donuts. Shit! He literally bought a shit ton!
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it. I just thought you'd be upset with me since I wasted a large portion of our money on it." Wendell says.
"Sorry? Are you kidding? I love this stuff too." I take a pack and start wolfing them down. By the time I've finished two packs, I'm done. I could eat these forever, but I don't want to get too greedy with them. Since this we still have four more states to go through. That's when I get a brilliant idea.
"Mind if I feed you some?" I ask.
"Sure." he says. He opens his muzzle and I give him a donut. He chews it slowly and swallows it. He opens his muzzle again and expects more. This process continues until he said he's had enough.
"My turn." he says.
"Gee, I don't know if I could eat another bite." I put a paw on my stomach.
"Just one?"
"Fine." I open my muzzle and he feeds me one donut. I swallow it, and now I know I'm really done eating at this point. I look over at Wendell.
"You've got white powder on your muzzle." I giggle.
"I do?" Wendell says.
"Yeah. Here, let me get it." I lean over and lock some of the stuff off of him. When I'm done, I sit back in my seat.
"You're such a tease." he says.
"I know." I can't help but smile.
"Oh. Hang on. You've got powder on you too." He leans over and licks me clean. I think he even gets my nose when he's done.
"I see how it is." I say, "The big bad wolf wants to play."
"Maybe I do." He shifts so he's facing me. Wendell pulls me in for a deep kiss. He tastes a lot like the donuts we were just eating. When he pulls back, he just stares at me. "May I see those hind paws again?"
"I don't know, they're still a little bit damp from the last time you played with them." It's true. I still have it.
"Well then, come over here then." he opens his arms. I climb over and sit on his lap. The next thing I know, he pushes me down so that my head is on his stomach. What's he gonna do? I'm a bit panicked. He lifts my arms up and puts his elbows to where I can't move them.
"W-What're you gonna do?" I'm a little bit afraid.
"This." He takes one clawed finger and runs it down my side. That part of me is really sensitive, so I can't help but laugh. I want to move my arms, but he won't let me. He drags his claw up my side some more, and I laugh a bit harder. This is his method: tickle torture. How does this wolf know my weaknesses?
"Now will you show me those feet?" he says teasingly.
"No!!!" I laugh. He tickles me more. I can't fight anymore. I have no more strength against this. "Ok. Fine! I'll let you have them!" He stops for a second.
"Really?" he asks.
"Of course." I say, "Once we get to Texas." I can tease too. But that just gets me more tickle torture from this wolf. I laugh uncontrollably.
"Wrong answer." He drags his claw up my side more slowly. That drives out an enormous laugh out of me. "You've got a nice laugh there, foxy. Now, are you gonna show me those sexy hind paws?"
"Fine! You can have them! Just stop tickling me!" When he stops, I tear a little bit. My stomach hurts a little but from laughing too much. "Thank you."
"Let me see those feet." he says. I climb back over and sit in my seat again. I rest my feet in his lap. He takes off my shoes and socks off again and sniffs them deeply. I squirm a bit in my seat. "These feet are so gorgeous. They deserve to be worshipped." He runs his tongue up the sole of my left foot. I can't help but moan a bit, but I bite my lip to muffle it. He drags a clawed finger up my right foot and I laugh.
"I thought you said you were going to stop tickling me!" I say.
"Couldn't help it. You have a sexy laugh." Wendell says. Then he goes back to licking my hind paws. After a while. He stops and lets me have my feet back.
"Can I have my shoes and socks back too?" I ask.
"No. Your feet deserve to be out in the open." He throws my shoes into the back seat. Really? This is how he's gonna play? Two can play that game.
"Fine. I will stay barefoot for you." I say.
"Good." he says.
"As long as you let me see your feet now." I put on an evil grin.
"Really? Does foxy want my feet?"
"Yes. Now give them to me." Wendell puts his hind paws in my lap. I take off his shoes and socks and throw them into the back seat. He's got sexy feet. Even though it's all the same shade of grey, I love it. I put his right foot to my nose and inhale. It smells weird, but in an erotic way. It kind of, turns me on.
"Does foxy love the smell of my hind paws?" Wendell says in his dominant voice.
"Yes." I say.
"Then say it. Tell me how good it smells."
"I love the smell of your feet." I say in my submissive voice.
"Foxy wants it in his mouth, doesn't he?" I love when he gets teasing.
"Yes. I do."
"Then do it. And suck on my toes." he commands. I put his big toe in my mouth and suck, also letting my tongue run over it. He tastes salty, but again, in an erotic, sexy, turn-me-on kind of way.
"Foxy wants my taste in his mouth doesn't he?" he says. I nod as lick his toes more. "Even when he's done, huh?" I nod again. "Then suck harder. I'm gonna make sure my taste stays in that muzzle for a long time." He pushes his foot deeper in my mouth. I let my tongue explore every inch of his sexy foot. I put both of my paws and pull it in me deeper.
"Is foxy getting more eager for more of me?"
"Mhm."
"What does foxy want?"
"To be fucked by you!" I say.
"Then lean the chair back and strip for me." I pull the lever that makes the chair lean back. I take off my shirt, exposing my rainbow fur. I unbutton my pants and slide them and my underwear off, leaving me nude and vulnerable, but I love the thought of it. I look over and see Wendell pulling his boxers off.
"Lean back, face down." he commands. I obey. He climbs over the seat and gets on top of me. I can feel the tip of his c*ck in my ass, teasing me. "Beg for me."
"Please wolf! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" I beg.
"Why?" He grabs my ass and squeezes it.
"Because I'm your bitch! And I'm your little slut!"
"That's right, you are." He spanks me hard, making me cry out. He shoves his c*ck into me all the way. I moan loudly. He starts to take a rhythm in fucking me. I moan each time he thrusts. "Yeah, moan for me." He spanks me hard and I moan louder.
Wendell starts to fuck me harder and faster. I whimper a little, but I love this so much. He puts a paw around my d*ck and strokes it. I cry out when I start to leak pre. In minutes, I'm shooting loads all over the car seat.
He starts to thrust into me as hard as he can. With me crying out extremely loud every time. "Yeah! Moan for me you fucking slut!" He spanks me as hard he can, making me moan very loud. Very soon, he starts to c*m inside of me, tying me down.
Even though he can barely move, he still humps against my ass. "You're such a sexy fox."
"You're such a horny wolf." I say.
"Only because you are so fucking arousing." he squeezes my ass again.
"Do you love making me moan?" I playfully ask.
"Yes. Your moans are such a turn on." he says. He smacks my ass again and I moan again.
"Do you love spanking me?" I ask.
"Oh yes. Your ass is super sexy." he rubs my ass and spanks it again. "I'm gonna spank this sexy ass so many times." he spanks more. After a while (and dozens of spanks) his knot swells down and he takes himself out of my ass. By this time, my erection has gone down some. I try to lay on my back, but a paw holds me down.
"Who says I'm done worshipping that ass?" Wendell playfully says. I look over my shoulder and see him get on his knees and puts both paws on either sides of my tailhole.
"What're you gonna do?" I ask submissively.
"Don't struggle. If you do, I'll make you moan louder and I'll spank you as hard as I can." In seconds, I feel his tongue up my asshole. I moan more and shiver at the new feeling. I can't help but cringe a little. Does this wolf think about doing this all the time? If he'd ask, I'd probably let him.
"You love tongue up your ass don't you?" Wendell asks when he takes his tongue out of my ass.
"Yes." I moan. "As much as I love your c*ck in it. Please keep rimming me!"
"I love when you beg for me. And why do you love tongue up your tailhole?" he spanks me.
"Because I'm your slut." I say, "Your kinky little slut!"
"That's right." he shoves his tongue back up my ass. It swirls around in there, and I moan more. After a while, he takes his tongue out, spanks me one more time, then climbs back over to the driver's seat.
As we get our clothes back on, we calm down a little. "That was amazing." I say.
"Thanks," Wendell says, "By the way, sorry if I hurt you too bad. I guess some of that energy drink was still in my system."
"It's ok. You know you love it when you had me moaning."
"I love the sound of it. It's such a turn on."
I think about something I had said during our insane sex. "Am I really a slut, Wendell?"
"You're my slut." he reaches over and squeezes my thigh, making me shiver a little. "But, I won't make you say it again if you don't want me to."
"Oh, I love it when you get controlling. Especially when you call me names like that." I wink at him. I honestly don't mind it if he calls me that, but I do mind if anyone else does.
"You love it when I get controlling?"
"Yes. Even when you forced me down and rimmed me. By the way, how was that?"
"I enjoyed it. And I know you loved it too."
"Well, I do love the feeling." I smile at him, then kiss him. "I love you, Wendell."
"I love you too, Todd." he kisses back.
"Promise me that you'll do that to me again." I say.
"Oh I will. If foxy is feeling a little kinky again." he winks at me. Now, we're fully clothed. I look out the window and see that the wind has picked up a little bit.
"Hey, Wendell." I say.
"Yeah?"
"Have you noticed that the wind has picked up? And, come to think of it, isn't Oklahoma right in the middle of tornado alley?" In response, a tornado siren goes off. We both block our ears to drown out the noise. When I open my eyes, off in the distance, a twister has formed and has touched down. Holy shit!
Me and Wendell get out of the car to look at what's looks like it's a mile ahead of us. "It's coming right for us!" Wendell yells. We run to the right.
"We need to find a ditch or something! I heard that's one way to escape a tornado!" I yell. After a minute of running, the ground goes downhill a little sharply. Close enough. With Wendell by my side, I crouch down and get in the tornado drill position. If you don't know what I'm talking about, have you ever had a tornado drill back in school? Where you'd get to the center of the building, get on your knees and put both paws on the back of your head. This is exactly what I'm doing.
From the size of the twister and the speed of the wind, I'm guessing it's an F2 tornado. My fur flies everywhere in the wind. I barely even have control of my tail. I whimper, but I don't think that anyone can hear me. Some branches are thrown in our direction, but thankfully neither of us gets hurt. When the wind dies down a little bit, I look up. The tornado is gone, and debris is flying to the ground. When I look back in the direction of where we came from, Wendell says it before I can think it.
"Where's my car?" he asks. When I look around for it, it falls down in front of us upside-down and the windows shatter.
"There it is." I say nervously. Wendell just put his paws on his head and has a panic attack.
"My car!" he yells. I run over, reach inside one of the broken windows and my right paw finds the envelope Bruno gave us. Without saying a word, I hand it to Wendell. He takes it, looks inside and closes it.
"The rest of the money is still in there." he says. Then, he makes that face that says he has a new plan in his head. He walks past his car and towards the highway. I follow him. What's he thinking? When we get to the curb, he puts his thumb up.
"What're you doing?" I ask.
"We're hitchhiking to LA. Angie is waiting for us and I'm not turning around now." Wendell explains.
"How are we ever going to get there?"
"We're gonna have to pay somebody to let us come along until we get to Hollywood." After standing here for five minutes, a truck finally stops in front of us. About time. My legs are killing me. The driver comes out and Wendell puts his thumb down.
"What're you two doing out here?" the driver asks. He's an orange, black, and white striped tiger. He's wearing a blue trucker hat, an orange vest, jean shorts, and has a thick southern accent. Oh, and he's probably in his 20s or something.
"Well, we were heading someplace and then the tornado struck and we need a lift." Wendell says.
"Where are you boys off to?" the tiger asks.
"Los Angeles. I need to see my cousin, Angie." When the wolf says that, the tiger widens his eyes.
"Angie? As in Angie Tripp?"
"Yes. Why? Do you know her?"
"Yes. She's one of my very best friends, Dexter."
"Oh yeah, that's right. She once mentioned she had a friend named Dexter, but she never said he was a tiger, or that he drives a truck in the midwest."
"Yeah. Well, I was delivering some stuff to Oklahoma City and I was heading back to Los Angeles."
"Can we have a ride?" Wendell asks,
"Of course! Hop on in!" Dexter runs back around to the driver's side, and unlocks the other door. Me and Wendell climb in, with him getting the middle seat and I get the seat on the right. It's one of those trucks that only have three seats in the front. There is no back seat.
When we start driving on the road, the tiger starts to talk with us again. "So, you're really Angie's cousin?"
"Yep." Wendell says.
"And that must mean..." Dexter looks at me and gasps as if he's met a celebrity, "That means that you're Todd McCarthy."
"Yes." I blush, but I'm still a bit scared about this, "How do you know my name?"
"You boys are famous." he reaches to his left and pulls out a newspaper and hands it to me. The first thing I notice is a picture of me and Wendell on the streets of Knoxville. I read the headline:
FOX AND WOLF SHOW THAT THE LGBT COMMUNITY IS STRONGER THAN MOST BELIEVE
Former residents, Todd McCarthy and Wendell Tripp, have went on a hit-and-run mission of revenge before fleeing town. But this wasn't any other revenge plot, this was targeting those who were against homosexuality, such as town bullies: Allan Grayson, Steele Hall, and Ray Jones. Who were found handcuffed together in an alley behind Zuma, the local arcade, on the night of McCarthy and Tripp's disappearance.
Tripp's parents, Michelle and Richard, and speculated that the duo might have fled to Los Angeles using an SUV they bought for their son's birthday. They also come to believe that the reason they're going there is to not only escape the homophobia they were facing, but also to go see Wendell's cousin, Angie Tripp, as they explain that he has been close to her since they were kids.
No one knows for sure if McCarthy or Tripp will return. However, when some furs across the country heard of this event, some said that it wrong what they've done, while others (most notably from the LGBT community) claim that they were extremely proud of what has happened that night.
Holy shit! I didn't realize that, "We're famous." Wendell finishes my thought for me.
"Yeah. You two are very well known. Especially in LA." Dexter says.
"So, is that a good thing?" I ask.
"Of course. You two proved that gay furs like you two can go against homophobia." Dexter says.
"That's great."
"Yep. And I'll bet you my bottom dollar that most furs in LA will be excited to see you."
"I just really want to see Angie." Wendell says.
"And you will." the tiger says. After that, it's mostly silent. In a couple of hours, we're past the town of Erick and we cross the border into Texas.
DISTANCE TO LA: 1,185 Mi.
CURRENT TIME: 9:47 P.M.