Challenges
You know how you sometimes don't need to look at much porn cause an image or two inspired you enough to think of a story? Well I have a lot of those. Problem is it's difficult to finish writing them out while keeping calm. Also my roommate wont stop using the computer to build some sports website. But he's off making some Iron Man suit prototype for that movie for a few days. So I found some time.
When the great Gideon rolled into town I think most if not all of us were cemented as furs. The wonderful curves, fluff, sizes and style just shouted," I love sex and am having fun." If it weren't for her I'd still be 100% gay and think breasts as gross. I first had this story idea from this
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/532633/
but it wasn't until this
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/911...../#cid:61965570
that I said," Yep, I can't keep this in my head.". Someone needed to expand such concepts. Plus I feel we need more human/fur relationships.
So here's the intro that gives the basic idea for the world, and if folks seem interested in it, or at least don't think I suck at writing, then I'll definitely make more parts.
Within the far North of the frozen willows of Alaska holds what is well known as the greatest test of a dog's skill and strength; the Iditarod race. However, even farther North holds a more secret race, from anyone below the age of consent anyway, and that is the I-Did-A-Rod challenge. Held each dead of winter for four legged furs, the competition tests to show that even while they are more weighed down with hyper endowments and evolved in minds the competitors are still as capable in feats as their more feral counterparts. These tests can range from many qualities such as whom can win The Largest Breast to Ball ratio contest, The Most elastic Holes, The Most Anally Vored Team Members, The Weight Lifting Competition of last summer's biggest dick competition, The Biggest Jizz Pool, The Longest Running Team Orgy, which is held in the winning pool, and of course the actual race.
Starting in 1976, the I-Did-A-Rod was originally meant as an attempt to retrieve supplies for the snowed in and starved settlers of Tin City from Fairbanks. In those desperate times, five whole groups, with six members each, ventured out into the blistering cold winds of the wild; none of which knowing for certain if they would return. But in a mere three and a half weeks all had, and each was fully stocked with Black Star Lager Beer for the far to sober community. Having survived off the nourishing cum of their cocks, which had to be harnessed to their chests for obvious stability and rested just under their chins, the teams discovered they barely needed to even break stride for rest and accounted for their quick return; as well as a massive muscle gain that made them the envy of the town.
Since then the I-Did-A-Rod challenge, combining the inspiring Iditarod race name, with the fact all runners got wicked amounts of sex the rest of the year, has been held every year since, growing into a joyous yet prestigious event for all involved. Tin City itself had become a hub for cold acclimatized hyper furs looking to empower themselves in winter sports, modeling, and or working long hours at the Boost Juice's 2nd largest milking factory, along with a few normal furs and humans whom braved to live the weather for the chance to be surrounded by such large “personalities". But as the 1985 competition was wrapping up not everyone was in the best of moods, particularly one red husky towards one orange-stripped cat.
“What do ya mean no one will mate me?!" Alexis hollered at hir musher. Hir skin-tight compression suit having gotten soaked enough it had been taken for a much needed deep wash, and left hir body bare to show hir raised back hair and high-strung haunches.
“ Well what do you expect?" Josef flatly stated back with half open eyes and an exhale of smoke from his cigar, far too used to this tone from women and shemales for it to faze him anymore. “ Your head strong attitude's so rough I'm surprised you're surprised by this."
“Head strong?! What crap is that suppose to mean?! I fuckin practically pulled us to second place! That's second out of-!
“Out of forty eight other teams. Yes I know." Josef interjected, taking another puff as he stuffed the last crate of his smokes onto the SUV, not even bothering to look at hir as shi growled with obvious outrage. He knew there'd be no act to follow it though. “ But it doesn't matter how hot and fast you are. As long as you've got that short fuse," he passed to take a genuine deep sigh, knowing this would hit hard to hear," none of the males think you'll be able to raise a cub. You have as much motherly love about you as a Sherman tank." Josef finish by shutting the trunk door, and turned to see if he had gotten it through to hir head.
Alexis had all the signs of rage: fangs bare, ears back, tail back, and a growl blaring through the air to make the sleeping trees around them shiver, all of which were still intimidating even with it pushing her fluffed breasts together into the cooling snow. But as the musher looked to his performer with crossed arms, what was also evident were the streams of tears soaking down hir cheeks." That's shit! Tha-that's nothing but shit J-Josif!' Alexis began to choke and look away, not wanting to break down and show she believed him after putting up a tough front." I-I know how to take care of kids!"
Josif merely leaned against the car, or was it a truck he wondered," No. You know how to sex and dominate. That's good for a fun time and all, but that doesn't open you up to much else besides a few rounds of fuck-“
“SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Alexis barked, and with that took off and bounded into the hillside, hir naturally swelled groin and chest bouncing freely in the air with as much care as hir direction, and luckily not throwing her off to the sides thanks to a strong frame.
“That'd be very arousing if shi weren't so sad." Josif, mild as ever, said to the willows before waltzing into his car and driving off to the bar to tell the rest of the team how well shi took it.