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I stood looking down at the young paint stallion in front of me as my sensitive muzzle told me a million words about what had been going on just before I got here. My eyes and ears filled in the rest of the story. He was lightly panting, and his eyes were a little wide. I could tell he'd gotten dressed in a hurry, as he'd forgotten zip up his fly. A few traces of cum matted his belly fur.

Maybe I should back up a bit. I'm Alix. Yeah, that's my real name, don't be an ass about it. I got enough of that in school growing up. It's why I became so broody, and turned to music. You know, music is one solace I had for years. That is until I got good. Not just good, but really good. Senior year in high school, another colt in school was walking by my parents' house while I was playing and heard me. He'd knocked on the door, and the slightly chubby Bay horse, Seth, had asked if I'd play with him. He played drums, and another friend of his, a cute slender feline name Reynold, played bass. We all got along really well, and soon we were jamming out pretty good after school. There is nothing like really getting into music to get your mind off of your stupid name is there?

Of course Seth and Reynold both liked my name, and thought it was awesome. We became very close friends, and one night I unloaded to them about it after snagging a few beers from my old man's stash. I'd whined about how miserable it'd been having that name, being told by your parents that you carry the name of your grandfather, and how you should be proud, but how secretly you could just be called something normal. Like Chris. They urged me to play music to what I was feeling. Unbeknownst to me Reynold had his recording equipment up, and had captured the song in one go. My stupid voice had improvised a few lyrics.

I only found out about it about a week later when a recording executive had showed up at our house, and wanted to talk to me. I won't bore you with any more details, but that's when our band got its big break. That was ten soulless years ago. Nothing like prosperity to shake the fun out of something you once found to be your only escape.

Oh sure, prate on about how ungrateful I am. Sure I have millions of dollars, a garage with more muscle car than I could care to count, and plenty of pretty people surrounding me all the time. Deep inside I wish I had a normal life. I had hated who I was at the time, but, now I'd give anything to never have invited Seth inside that day just to have the joy of music back. So there it is.

So today was going to be yet another one of those boring mindless days. Here I was, wasting time, sitting in a mall, signing autographs for the new album. Reynold and Seth signing their own posters a little ways away from me. I eyed the dewy eyed throngs of fillies, girls, etc, as they babbled on some nonsense or another about how wonderful I am as I signed the posters for them.

Such bullshit. I'm not wonderful. I'm narcissistic, rude, and I can be an absolute ass, no pun intended. However, I do have some good qualities. They're probably buried very deep by the corporate stench that permeates ever part of our band. God I hate fame.

My hand was actually starting to cramp from all the signing, and I was thinking about taking a break. Then I saw him. The cute paint stallion. He was standing in line, his eyes fixed on me, but not in sappy eyed infatuation, but pure hunger. I felt my ears perk up at that, and I took a closer look at him. He shifted slightly from hoof to hoof. Khaki shorts, blue t-shirt with some other band on it both fit him perfectly bringing out his markings and green eyes.

He noticed me watching and I could see his ears flick back for a moment in fear, but they kept flicking forward. His blond tail swished lazily behind him with quick flicks of impatience once in a while. He'd taken his eyes off me, and had whispered something to one of the band's helpers walking along the line. The collie nodded and ushered the colt out of line.

I kept absently signing my name to posters for a few minutes, as I watched the colt fill out the membership form for the fan club. He handed over a good chunk of change for that. If I recall right, it gets you half-off admission to all our gigs, and some other perks I can't quite recall. Why should I? It isn't like I use them!

My attention was brought back to reality as Frank walked up to me and laid his paw on my shoulder. The black lupine grunted in my ear. "Got a personal here, along with photo. Can your majesty be persuaded to come assist?"

I snorted. The "personal touch." Another soulless corporate idea. A personal picture and handshake from one of the band members. There was some type of special today, something like $10 on top of membership costs. I'd already done about twenty of these. Oh well.

As I trotted over my ears perked forward, and I felt my cock begin to harden. It was the paint. I slowed down, and remembered who I was supposed to be. Yeah, Rock Star, Alix. I smiled charmingly and was rewarded by a toothy smile from the youngster. He had to be at least 20.

My nostrils twitched as I held out my paw to him. I could scent him. He smelled very masculine for a smaller paint. Sure, I'm a big black stud-stallion, but this little stud smelled so masculine and sweet, it made me hard instantly. I shifted in my practiced manner, and managed not to get my cock bunched as it snaked down my leg.

Let me tell you, being a black stallion is cool and all, but the fur gets everywhere. I tend to stick to darker colored clothes. My black jeans, and T-shirt looked good. It also hid shadows well, so no one would see my hardon.

The colt stammered a shy "Hello" as he took my paw in a friendly handshake. I let my left arm drape over his shoulder as I pulled him into a hug, my other hand gripping his hand. I couldn't help it and sniffed at his mane. His scent made my mane shiver. "God you smell so sweet..."

I swear my paw brushing up against his crotch was an accident. Really. Ok it wasn't. I couldn't resist, and I could at least hope right? I about whinnied in triumph as I felt his crotch was absolutely rock hard. I felt a huge dollop of pre leave my own cockhead at that image.

"Ok guys, turn around!" Frank ordered. The colt handed over his ten bucks and the flash cracked. I smiled down at him, and in return saw the sun emerge from behind clouds from his green eyes as he smiled. I actually went weak kneed. Me. Alix. Yeah. Rock star stud, and millionaire. Hell, I fucked four guys last weekend alone, but none of them, gorgeous though they were in their own ways, made me feel like this. The colt turned to leave, and with a pang in my chest I couldn't help it, I reached out for one grope of that beautiful rump and tail. "Don't get too tired running through my dreams tonight!"

The colt nickered a laugh, grabbed his autographed poster, and bolted. He ran like a streak out of the mall his blond mane flowing and his tail flagged as he sprinted.

"Hey!" Frank shouted out waving an object in the air after the retreating form. "Ah fuck, I guess I can call him, we have his number..."

As I trotted closer I looked. The stallion-colt had left his bank card behind. Suddenly the confines of this mall, and all the commercial bullshit was too much. I was going "off the reservation" as they say. I snagged the card from Frank.

"What are you doing?" The lupine spluttered. "A good deed Frank. I think I'm due giving one don't you think?" The wolf's lips worked soundlessly for a few seconds. "But, Al, the photo shoots, the autographs, you can't just..."

I turned my stare on him. It was the one I used when I was really pissed. Ever see an angry horse? Yeah. That look. I bared my teeth and stalked over to him. "I can, and I will. Fuck this, I need an afternoon off. And if you send those fucking goons after me to try to reign me in, you're fucking fired understand? I'm a fucking adult. See you at, say, 8am tomorrow? We start getting ready for the concert at noon, so that will give us plenty of time."

I reached down and ripped the page out of the membership application forms book, and eyed the entry. "Darren Collier." I smiled.

**

I huffed a bit. Sure I was in good shape, but three miles is a ways to run. I kept thinking about what I was going to say. It's one thing to dream of just waltzing in, and sweeping the youngster off of his feet, but it's another ball of wax to actually do it. Yeah, for all that strutting around and arching my neck at the fillies, I can be a bit of a shy colt at times. Did I tell you I was 23 when I finally lost my virginity on our second European tour to a white filly in Paris? Heh. Yeah. That gave me the confidence to finally approach Bruno - the big bull security guard. A nice Belgian Blue. Muscles for days. I rode his ass for the rest of the tour as he taught me how to be a good stud.

The sound of my hooves on pavement, and wind whipping at my mane is reminding me of being a teen, walking home from school again. This time, I didn't have all that teen angst and bullshit. At thirty, I've seen some things in this world. I'm not world weary, but I am world wise.

Glancing along at the addresses, I finally found the place. A nice low ranch, with a big grassy front yard, a couple of maple trees, and no car in the driveway. My heart sunk a bit. Then again, who knows if the colt had a car. My thought was, early twenties, college colt, saving the earth and taking public transit or his own two hooves. The house wasn't far from the campus. My mind went in a circle for a second as it painted a fictitious life for the colt. His parents, both paints, or maybe one piebald and one paint. An only child. Grew up in this house. Learned to ride his bike here. Even maybe had a couple of friends across the street. A nice Lapine, a feline, and a canine. Yeah, that would be nice. He was a good colt in school, going to college to study....

My mind balked and I shook my mane roughly. It was time to snap out of it, and to see if I can at least get dinner with the stallion-colt. I trotted up the walk listening to my own hooves clop, as the birds sang in the trees. You know those moments that etch themselves in your brain? The times where your mind becomes sharp, and you record everything. This was one of those times. My eyes scanned the ruby color of the door, the light paint chip in the jamb in the brown paint showing light wood under the covering where something had caught being taken inside, the bit of grass growing between the cracks, the slightly shrill whinny screaming "fuck!"

I stopped dead then. It took me a moment to hold still and listen. The sound had come from a window lightly ajar next to the front door a good ten paces. I slipped over quietly making certain to mind the geraniums, and peered inside. I saw the colt standing there huffing. I couldn't see much, but his fur was matted, his forelock crossed over his muzzle and his eyes were glazed. My muzzle twitched. The window was open a bit to catch the breeze and I could smell it. Cum. Strong, masculine. Just like the stallion in the room.

I pulled away and swallowed. My mind raced, but before I had a chance to react I found that my paw had pressed the doorbell. I cursed my autopilot. It came on in times of stress during concerts. My mind working through what should happen next. And this time my mind had decided it liked what it saw and wanted a part of it. My cock was rock hard again. Apparently they were in accord for a change. My inner conscience nagged me a bit, but was overruled by committee vote.

The door opened and I saw him standing there. He stood so proud, his chest heaving from the self pleasuring I had seen, and his lips parted, soft pink skin under the fur. His eyes widened a bit as he took the sight of me in. I could smell it again, that super sexy masculine scent, strong, dominant, and of cum, hay and sweat. My knees got a bit wobbly. I held his bank card out. His paw shook a bit as he took the card. "I think you forgot something?" Smooth Alix, winning dialog there!

I nickered as I looked down. His shorts were straining with the beautiful equine meat being held at bay. The fly open, and a good portion of pink and black mottled cock was visible. I reached down to my belt, and undid the buckle, licking my lips a little. "Oh this is going to be good..."

I stepped forward and simultaneously shut the door, and locked my lips on his pulling him tight. He was warm, and soft. His breath was a bit stale, but nothing can be perfect. Then I realized why. He tasted of cum. His own cum. Maybe from only moments before. A weak nickering moan escaped my lips as he began to kiss me back. We fought for supremacy, a contest as old as time. In the wild horses will fight to be top horse. Today? Sometimes it's already decided, and sometimes not. Our kiss kicked in the old instincts, the paint stallion resisting, the black stallion trying to dominate the shorter studly colt. The outcome was a forgone conclusion from the start.

I submitted happily as his tongue took over the dance. Suddenly the little stallion-cold had me in his arms, wrapping them around me possessively. His tongue played along my velvet lips as my breath snorted out my nose. His paws gripped my ass and I could hear him groan approvingly.

Oh fuck, I should say this was a secret dream of mine for a long time. You know how hard it is to want something so bad, but never be able to get it because your image might be ruined? Yeah. That kind of secret. This was mine, to find that perfect stud, and to submit. Let him take me into his arms, let him mate me. To let myself just be.

His fingers were passionately rough, stroking my ass and the base of my tail. I felt my cock begin to leak. The stallion-colt lead me along the hallway as we kissed. It only took me a few moments to realize we were headed for the room I'd seen him in. I heard the door close, the kiss's passion too much for me to take anything of the room contents in. Suddenly his lips parted from mine, and my soul felt empty. I watched as he stood back and stared. His muzzle broke into a huge grin.

"What?" I asked shuffling a hoof shyly. Yeah, that's me too. I was the shy colt. The one in the back in class. Silly Alix. Don't want to play the games? Why not little colt? I hated the taunts.

"I've dreamed of this." He walked up to me then, staring at me, his green eyes piercing into me. It wasn't a loving look, it was a possessive look, one of strength and determination. He reached down and gripped the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head with a rough yank. My cock throbbed at the action.

His paw ran gently through my coat as he felt me up. You have to look good in any business, but in show business, you better look damned good or be damned good. I hedged my bets and was both. I'd managed to keep in pristine shape. I hoped this stallion-colt approved. He whickered gently, closing his eyes, and I found my own whicker answering. The calls of nature as old as anything were common in our kind. The herd mentality, the role of dominant and submissive. I answered that call as did he.

His fingers traced down my pecs to the soft nubs of my nipples. I shuddered as he gently played with them. A lot of guys like to chomp down on them as if they were something to be eating whole. Not this one it seemed. He teased it gently, his other fingers joining on the other one. I whimpered at the contact. It felt wonderfully tingly as he caressed them. "Oh Fuck!" he breathed as they grew hard.

Suddenly I felt those wonderful fingers leave my nipples and reach down to my belt and jeans. In one deft practiced move, the colt hand my pants down around my hocks. He stood up staring into my eyes. I gently stepped out of them.

He nodded and grinned again taking in the sight. I glanced over to the side and noticed his closet doors were fully mirrored, and that I could see everything play out in front of me. He stepped forward and cupped by huge balls in one paw, the other gently caressing down my length to my flare. I tossed my neck at that, another tingle making me shiver in atavistic passion.

What the fuck! Here I am, the rock stallion, being taken over by this little colt...stud...stallion? Oh God I had dreamed of this, but to see it? To experience it? It was almost too much.

Almost.

I whinnied at the touch. He nickered back at me. I watched as he knelt down and pressed his muzzle to the tip of my cock. His pink tongue darted out in the mirror, and the dual sensation of vision and touch assaulted me. His warm flat tongue caressed the bumpy ridge just as I loved, his soft breath steaming down my thigh fur. I felt my leg witch and rise a little with impatience. He chuckled standing up and backed away. He regarded me for a moment. I stood there, pure nude stallion. I waited patiently looking at the painted demon horse in front of me.

He seemed to finally came to a conclusion. He reached down and took his shorts off. A good 15 inches of equine cock stood ready, and at attention, jutting out from his lithe form. Mine may have been bigger, but his was perfect. He was amazing to look at. His chest was well defined as were his abs. His coat was meticulously maintained as was his mane. The blond coloring of his mane contrasted beautifully with his brown and white fur. He walked up to me and put his paws on my chest, leaned forward and kissed me deeply.

I moaned at him again, and I felt his paws push against my pecs. I took a hesitant step back and another until the back of my legs crashed against the side of the bed and I fell back, very unceremoniously, onto the sheets and the poster still lying there. I could feel the crinkly vinyl page under my back. It was undoubtedly ruined now, but I could have cared less. My eyes were locked on those domineering green ones in front of me. His muzzle was parted, his breath came in pants. A nice huge dollop of pre started to drip off the tip of his mottled throbbing cock. He reached down, and cupped his hand and caught it. He gently took a taste and shuddered, offering me his paw. I sniffed.

That masculine scent hit me hard and made me squirm. Anything I thought of as smelling masculine, and dominant before was gone from my mind. That sweet masculine tang assaulted my very being and soul. I licked at the fluid, gently savoring the taste, letting it mark my senses. I closed my eyes, and instinctively linked the image of him standing before me to that taste, that smell, and that feeling I had looking at him. No matter what, that mark would always be in my mind.

Before I could register anything else my legs were spread and hungry horse assaulted my rump. I jerked a little in response involuntarily. Oh I've been rimmed before. Gently by fillies, and sometimes a bit roughly by guys, but I'd never been rimmed so passionately before. I closed my eyes again letting my senses take me.

He pressed in eagerly to my balls lapping at them, nibbling on the sack. I grunted a bit at that. He wasn't being gentle. Not that I minded in the least. Suddenly I felt my legs lifted. I pulled them back for him eagerly and I heard him chuckle at that. "Eager are we stud?" The voice was muffled suddenly as he dove in.

"Ohhhhh yes...eager..." I rumbled in my deep bass. It was magic. That tongue dove at my hole and ring greedily. Remember what I said about how passionate he was? Yeah. Never mistake roughness for passion and vice versa. This stallion knew exactly what he was doing. I writhed a bit at the sensations. "Ah fuck!" I found my voice a bit rough. I was panting hugely. I quickly bit my tongue, trying not to be too lewd.

It didn't last. His tongue swirled around and dove in time and again into me, and I moaned each time. Finally I gave in entirely. "Fuck yes stud, oh Gods! That's it, prepare me for my mounting." I shuddered a bit. It sounded bad, cliché, and as if it was from some really bad low budget porn, but it was also very true. I couldn't help it. He nodded vigorously as he worked. The muffled voice came back to me. "Oh don't worry, I'll get you worked up. I know what I'm doing. I also know exactly how to mount you best. "

At that I felt his arms grip my legs and he hauled me forward. My rump rested just off the edge of the bed. I finally found my breath and my eyes stared into those cool green pools again. This time for one moment, they sparkled with something more than just dominance. He smiled. "Trust me."

I nodded meekly. His smile blazed across his face. Something wet met my rear, and I realized with a start that it was his fingers. I learned much later that he'd been collecting his pre as he rimmed me. Oh fuck did this col.. this stallion know what he was doing!

He was a little rough, and a little impatient, but when he pressed forward, and his flare hit my ass, he was true to his word. I was worked up, and he knew exactly what to do. He pushed forward persistently, not letting me calm down in the slightest, letting inch after equine inch slide into me as if my breeding was a forgone conclusion. I had to admit it was.

I hadn't been topped in years. Oh sure, I have a few discrete toys in my closet at home. Just about every weekend I spend a good three hours with some "personal time" as I tell my assistant. They know not to enter no matter what they hear unless it's a certain word that means someone is doing me harm, or *ahem* I may have gone a bit far on myself. I pride myself in that I've never had to use either.

Darren, he got to hear what some of those noises sounded like first hand. "Oh fuck stud! Unf! Yeah keep pushing, all the way innnnn ung yeah.....push past the ring...push unf...yeah past it...got you've got a big ring!"

It wasn't a lie. A lot of us equines have good rings, this stallion had a monster ring. It was a good inch thicker than his already impressively thick cock. It was a challenge, but it slipped in, and I could feel it assault my insides. His flare scrapped my prostate then and I bucked against him. That's when he slammed home.

I have to say I loved it, even though I wasn't ready for it. He pushed hugely, whinnying in extacy as he went balls deep inside me. I have to say balls deep because I could feel his slap against me, wet with pre and sweat. I could smell him marking me, as he slammed home his medial ring scrapped across my prostate again. It was too much.

I came.

I bucked against him whimpering. "Oh FUCK! Darren!" My cock flare blossomed and my own foal seed shot up and rained down into my black coat. I whimpered and nickered as the orgasm spread through me. It was too much. I felt humiliated and scared. I felt each shot course down my thick cock and coat me. White on black. Humiliation for all to see. I shuddered and felt a tear course out my left eye.

That's when I started crying. I felt his arms around me then, holding me tight. I leaned into his shoulder and sobbed. I cried for a few minutes and pulled back and tried to wriggle away from him when I felt his paws firmly hold my shoulders in place.

"No." He said firmly. Those green eyes may well have been green steel. They didn't move or show anything but cool dispassion. "Why are you crying?" He demanded.

I found my throat hitch. "I, I don't know." I really didn't. I'd never cum so fast or hard before, especially as bottom. I shook my mane. That's when I realized his cock was still rock hard, and impaled in me. I stared at his face. A genuine kind smile played across his muzzle the first since he slid home in me.

"It can be a bit much, can't it? The first time you cum hands-free? I know it was for me, but, well, I swore to always know how to do this. It's a beautiful thing to experience. It's even better if it's with, well, someone you care about. His eyes got a faraway look for a moment, but it looked like we weren't going to go down that road. I felt his hips pull back. Relief flooded me as I thought he was going to pull out.

"Unf!" I cried out as he slammed home again. The electric thrill shot down my spine and out my cock. I whinnied again. "wha?"

I had no chance to ask the question. "Since you've had your first, and now know what to expect, enjoy the ride!" He winked at me as he pulled half way out. I watched in wonder as this little paint colt...no...stallion pulled out and thrust hard into me. My cum was drying and sticky on my coat, but suddenly I didn't care as that shock hit me again at the double assault of flare and medial ring against my nut.

My head swam, and I breathed deep shuddering breaths. He began an intoxicating rhythm. He held my legs forward to ensure his cockflare hit my prostate every time as did the ring. I watched in awe as his muscles tensed and clenched, the visual play of the colors and muscle movement on his fur was awesome. I found myself staring intently as each thrust brought another shock to me.

I felt his balls slap into my rump and tail. God they hung low! My own low-hanging nuts were resting against his slick cock as it thrust in and out of my now well stretched ass. I drank in every scent, every flavor, everything that existed in my world, and in that moment, my world was him. He leaned down and kissed me again. His hips were bucking faster and faster now. He increased his stride pulling out further and pushing in as deep as he could. I felt my own trapped tail try to flag as I felt my orgasm rushing at me, and I felt it rushing faster as I caught sight of his blond tail flagging and twitching behind him.

"Fuck Alix! I know you'd be a hot lay, but not _this_hot. God...you unf!!! Sure know how to bottom! Why....ohgod...doesn't anyone know!?"

I couldn't reply. His grip was tight on my fetlocks, and I could only grunt and moan as he pushed and rutted into me, my tongue lolled out the side of my muzzle as he assaulted my ass.

"Ah God! Yeah, that's it little stud, you're getting it all now!" He shouted at me.

I felt it then, a slow eruption starting in my balls, the electric thrill spread down my taint, and the pressure finally pressed through my cock to my flare, as I came. The orgasm was like nothing I ever experienced. I felt Darren cum as I felt myself cum, and my world went white as I came, one long rushing roar of orgasm. I screamed a huge equine call as did Darren. I felt his cum spread inside me, a warmth soothing all of the pain and humiliation. My own cum erupted from my flared black cock head. It dribbled down my pecs and my abs, pooling into the ruined poster bellow.

I panted, my throat was raw from my equine scream. It took me a while to come down off of the orgasm high, but as I did a few minutes later I realized Darren was laying atop me, holding me right. I have no idea when he pulled out of me, but I could smell cum. His cum, my cum, the smell was everywhere. I was marked hard. My mane bristled at that for a second before I calmed down. The painted equine form atop me was breathing slowly now. "Wow." He said.

I nickered at him. "You can say that again!" He pulled his head up and looked down at me. The dominance was gone. Something else was there. This must be the real Darren. "Uh, sorry, but you just bring the stallion out in me...I guess...I guess.. I should apologize...."

I silenced him with a kiss. He kissed back. It was passionate, and caring, not domineering. I felt a tear at the corner of my eye for another reason. I pulled back. A million thoughts swam through my brain.

**

I couldn't believe it. I had just fucked Alix. I mean, really fucked him. Just like Kent had done to me a few years ago during my freshman year in college. I don't know what drove me to do i it really. Maybe it was the scent he had. I don't know. I do know that I was a bit, ah, embarrassed.

"I should apologize..." I murmured to the rock star under me, coated in his own cum and stinking like my sweat. I hadn't showered before I'd gone out. I didn't even know they were doing that poster and photo shoot meet thing at the mall. When I saw him sitting there looking just like he did on his posters I'd just had to sign up for the club so I could meet him. I mean it was ALIX!

I stared down at the rock icon. He looked a bit broodingly at me. "No, don't apologize."

He began to sit up then, but reached out and took me in his arms and kissed me. I felt the taste of him then. All of me had been focused on the rut and the fuck. Now I was focused on him. He tasted sweet and manly. A soft apple and hay taste I would never forget.

"Never apologize...I...don't know what I expected when I came over here, but I think I've found something I wasn't looking for." Alix smiled at me then. A true genuine youthful smile, then it faded for a moment. The black stallion stared at me, apparently deep in thought. Then he shook his mane and sighed. "Well, it was a tradition wasn't it?"

I looked at him confusedly. "What?"

He chuckled. That bass voice sounding rich to my ears. "Oh god, don't you read history?" I shook my head in confusion. Again he chuckled at me. "Oh well, no hope for it!" He chuckled cheerfully as he reached down to his crumpled pants and finally found his phone. He punched in a few numbers and stood up. He was a mess. Our cum matted his fur, and his mane hung shaggily down. His tail whipped back and forth belying his excitement.

"Frank!? Yeah. I know I said I'd be back tomorrow. No. No I'm not sorry. Fuck you Frank! I told you I'd fire your ass! Tell them they can find a new guitarist and lead singer. I still own thirty percent of the band shares, and I know Seth and Reynold are on my side. Just yesterday they were telling me...I said shut up Frank... I just got engaged. No I am being serious. Like in the old stories. You know. Marking the mate? Yeah. Uh huh. Yeah the paint. Fuck my publicist Frank!!!!"

I gaped at him, my mind whirling. History!? He can't mean....oh fuck me.

I heard my mom's car pull into the driveway.

_No really??? _

I scrambled for my clothes as I heard the front door open. My dad knocked in the door. "Darren?" The handle rattled.

Oohhhhh fuck.