The Last Living Souls.
The symbols * fdsafd * Means thought.
*This story is written during an RP. So it is part mine and part Rasvashed's story.*
Etheral, as Trish. Writing in -Blue
Rasvashed, as Steve.-Red
Part I.
Rasvashed says:
Floating along, small particles of dust, captured in the sun's rays, warm the room, which is peaceful and silent.
It is here that our young fur sleeps, resting on his bed, naked, and without a care in the world.
Etheral says:
A small particle lands on his eyelash; he brushes it away not knowing it was actually an alien vessel sent to destroy him.
The young fox, shrugs, rolls over onto his side, and again drifts back into sleep. His fluffy fox tail, lightly twitching as his chest expands and contracts with each breath. His nipples grow hard, as his dreams take a hold plunging him into a fully relaxed state of mind.
With a burst of gunfire emanating from behind his closed door, he is violently awoken. A black panther, clad in Kevlar armor and carrying an automatic rifle, burst through the door. The large mammal spots the fur on the bed. Noticing he isn't one of them he quickly takes out a spare assault rifle. Throwing it at the fox's bed, he screams his orders into the dazed young fur.
"GET UP NOW!, THE APOCALYPSE HAS BEGUN!"
Dizzily, the fox sits up, looking confused. He gives a calm yawn, then turns to see what all the commotion is about. At the sight of a barrel pointed his way, he gives a small yip, then grows quiet.
His eyes race around the room, then back to the eyes of the cat holding the gun.
"Sorry, you'll have to repeat yourself, I didn't quite hear you screaming at me the first time", says the Fox.
The large Black Panther looks at him with amusement, waiting for him to get ready. Then, while his back is turned, a large furry creature jumps on his back, tearing his spine from his neck. The panther drops, revealing a bloody Vixen, clad in nothing but a dirty bra staring at him with blood shot eyes. She studies the fox sitting on the bed, then begins to approach.
"JUSUS, HELL, WHAT T'E FUCK HAVE YE DONE?" The fox rolls quickly, his arms extending as he falls to the floor. Extending under the bed where he keeps his machete. His hands grab true and he clenches the blade as he rolls, knees on the floor, bursting in pain at the impact. He turns, looking into the eyes of the Vixen.
He Growls, Snarling his mouth, showing the sharp canines beneath.
She backs off, but not without a strange look over of his body. She quickly dashes out of the room with a snarl of frustration.
Breathing with a sigh of relief, the fox walks over to look at the carnage before him.
"Ay, we really need to get ya to a hospital mate." He says to the limp panther. From down the hall, the sound of something squishing, then a dull thud. "Seeing that you're bleedin' all over me floor, I don't think there's much hope for ya." The fox pauses in thought. 'What the bloody 'ell was that", "Hell, I'll be back to bury your body laters," "I won't have no Zombies eatin' your torso." The head of a red and white fennec fox rears its head around the open door.
"Oh Shit." She says.
"Why, ello thar, gone to do a bit a dancin' are we?" He says looking at the long eared fennec. She walks into the room, her black armor making little noise as she crouches next to the fallen panther.
"Oh shit, shit SHIT." She says in a whispered, angry tone.
"What. What? 'e not dead enough for ya? Assumin' you're aware o' da fact that his bloody spines been ripped clean in two." She places her bloody mallet beside her. The fox lowers his blade a bit, seeing that the vixen is in distress, tears stream from her eyes.
"Scyler, oh why did you fuck up, why..." She begins taking his ammo, and reserves in a cold emotionless fashion.
"You got a name pump'kin, or do I have te keep callin ya a bloode' damn monster?"
She looks over, just noticing the fox. She almost falls on her butt, but quickly stands. "You alright there?" She looks around the room, taking note of certain things, then looks at the fox. With a gasp of air, she points at the armor and weapon of the dead Panther.
"Get your wimpy ass in that armor you idiot!" She leans down and grabs her mallet and the panther's M4. Standing she begins heading out of the room with its coppery smell.
"Ah, so the Vixen's gonna demand me like I'm their little bitch ye?" The fox looks down at the armor at his feet, then silently strips it from the Panther, and puts it on. Luckily the model comes with adjustable straps and with a few tugs the oversized vest is firm against his chest. He then slips on a pair of faded jeans and a belt then smoothly slides the machete between denim and leather. The feeling of the Kevlar on his chest chills him, but a deeper comfort begins to seep into his heart.
Without complaint, he picks up the gun.
The fennec stops at the door frame. With a whispered voice, reeking of sadness and anger she replies, "If you want to survive... Stay close, but not too close. And don't be a hero. Heh." She laughs dryly at her movie reference.
"Ay, I'll try my best, but no promises ya hear?" She heads towards the front door. "Hey lady, wait up would ya...", His voice echoing down the hall.
She smirks, and puts a paw on the door frame. "Yeah... our best." She says, mostly to herself. Turning around she leans on the door and begins checking the gun and noticing it's half empty, reloads it, but more out of habit and the comfort of the familiar clicks and tings than to actually use it.
The fox looks down to study his newly aquired weapon. The only experiance he has had with an automatic, or a fire arm in general, was with airsoft. He was honestly a little exited at the chance to use the real thing.
Her voice echos from the hall. "Safeties on!" He walks out into the hall towards the leaning fox, still wondering why she isn't answering his questions. (-in progress on grammar and puncuation fix.)
"Safeties on? 'ell no! I just got this thing, and now you're telling me te not use it?" The vixen looks up, her cold eyes drilling into his own.
"Have you even been hunting?" She barks. Then focuses on her companions weapon.
Feeling more and more frustrated with the vixen, he grows impatient with her attitude. "To tell the truth, I've neve' used a real full auto rifle in my life. "
"So, you the damn fool who killed the Panther or not? You look damn similar, only now you've got a gun in yer hand." "How do I know you didn' steal a gun from a stiff down the 'all here?"
She walks to the front door, opens it, and reveals a Vixen very similar to herself, laying face down on the stairs, blood pooling from her bashed-in skull.
"Good enough?"
"Ay, a nasty bitch that one was."
"You have no idea..."
"I believe ya now. So, what's our plan?"
"By the looks of that one, she doesn't just kill. And you're lucky you have that Machete." Without warning, the fox's mind swirls with the sudden rush of being aware of all the events that just occurred. His feet wobble below him, and he nearly stumbles onto his knees. He's never seen such blood before. The body lying on the stairs disgusts him, and his stomach churns. His vision blurs, and he closes his eyes, breathing deeply through his nostrils, taking in the copper texture of the blood before him. In what seems like forever, his calms his mind and opens his eyes again, now cold and heartless.
He sighs.
"Hmm, I've been like that before. But trust me, before it's over, this won't even phase you." She reaches into one of her many pockets and pulls out a blue pill. "...Here, should help with what ales ya."
"Thanks, but I think I'm fine for now, just got 'aught up in the moment was all." He takes the pill, and puts it in the front pocket of his armor. Shrugging she heads out the door, over the body, and down the small concrete walkway.
He doesn't want to show the fear that's creeping into his heart. The terror he now knows. He keeps himself removed, and follows the Vixen. Walking into the sun she breathes in a cool lung full of air and breathes it out slowly.
The sights of the world fill the fox's eyes, and he's surprised at what he sees...
The sun casts its afternoon sun in the sky, with a slightly orange glow. The evening is coming on strong, with the heat of the day fading as the seconds roll by. The few clouds that fill the sky seem to float, as if in suspense, breathing on the pause of time. The town that lies below on the land is burning, sending black smoke into the air. In the distance, the scream of a child is heard... Then, grows silent.
The grass wisps at the two fox's feet, beckoning the calm that is no longer present.
"Well, sorry about the commotion, we've been going house to house looking for supplies, and we came to your place. Unfortunately one of them saw us, and came in after us." "Well, actually two, I got the other one in the kitchen." "Poor kid..." she says with pity.
"One of 'them', did ya say? You mean, like, there's moar? Jesus, an' all I wanted to know a few minutes ago was your fuckin' name."
She giggles, then turns and places a paw on his shoulder. "Name's Trish, and there are many more, more than I want to think about." She says with a hint of knowing and fear.
"Well, what the 'ell are we standin' around 'ere for? We ain't gonna make love in the grass now are we, with them fuckurs runnin aroun like that." The fox blushes, growing red in the face. Looking at Trish, he realizes that he is entirely turned on. He also realizes that he didn't even give her his own name.
She laughs, then gives the fox a good solid punch in the arm, dampened by the armor, but defiantly powerful.
"We're the safest at night, the fuckers can't see any better than we can."
"Umm... Uhh, my name's Stephen, but you can call me Steve, if it's ya fancy." He gently rubs his shoulder.
"Uh... I know we just met an' all, an' I was just kinda jokin'. I don' want no mutant rippin' at me balls while I'm havin' me way with ya..."
Steve has never actually laid with anyone before, and he hopes that he's covering that fact up pretty well. God knows what would happen if Trish and he actually went through with anything.
Turning, she looks at the sunset, then sighs. "Well, you wouldn't be the only who would enjoy that, I'm sure the "mutant" would like that as well." She begins to walk up the street towards the highway. Which is eerily still, with a few cars sitting on its length.
He double takes as Trish begins to stroll up the highway. "What are ye doin'? I thought you said this place was safe..."
"For the moment... We just happened to meet a very horny robot and her hungry child. Which is very common at this time of the day."
"Well, I don't want to be bumpin' around at night like this... Jesus, the sun's almost 'halfway down." He pauses. "You say they wont be commin' back too soon, eh?"
"Hmm, I wouldn't worry too much. Look around, do you see anyone?"
"No, and it's that that kinda worries me. Where are all the bodies?"
"Most likely, inside." She points to a window, on a large brick house. A completely white polar bear is barely visible, staring at them from within. "Like our friend here. Well... Not friend, but he's busy right now so he's harmless for the time being." Knowing his cover is blown, the bear pulls the curtains closed. She keeps walking, her pace that of someone who works out regularly.
"Ah, I still don't understand everything I'm seein'..."
"Hmm, strange." She said with a concerned tone.
"What is it love?"
She looks over, a questioning look imprinted on her face.
"What's been messin' which yer noodle?"
"You haven't even asked what's happening."
"Ah, well, I assume that 'ell's broken loose, an' I'm not really wantin' to know whys just right now."
Coming up to the highway, she take a left and crosses a few lanes, closing in on a tan mini cooper. "Eh, suit yourself. But you'd better bring condoms if you don't care to know." She opens the door to the tan car and hops into the driver's seat.
"An' what the 'ell's that suppose' te mean? You think I wanna get groovy with the damned? Hey, wait up, would ya?"
She look in the back seat of the cooper, just in case. "It's more like the other way around," she says as she reaches in the back for a Snickers.
"Ah, I know I just woke up an' all, but boy my legs are killin' me."
Steve walks around the car, his pawed feet rapping lightly on the concrete and opens the door to the passenger side, he eyes up the cooper with a quizzical look, then hops in the passenger seat.
"It's just the adrenalin from earlier... does that to a person." She tosses Steve a bag of Top Ramen and bottled water.
"So, this thing actually work, or is it just a convenient place for ye to crash your camp? I don't suppose there's much room in the back for the horizontal tango either..." Steve wonders to himself if he's being too forward, but shrugs it off. If he's gonna get laid, he's got to make a few moves.
Clicking the handle next to her, she adjusts the leg room and recliner. "Kinda both, but yes it does work. You'd be surprised on that witty comment though.... Scyler and his girl used to do pretty nasty stuff in here from the stories he would tell. Heh..." She looks down, a little sad. "At least he went quick... Not like you might have."
"Well, thanks, I guess." A smile slips its way around his mouth involuntarily. "Don't suppose you 'ave the keys, do ye"? Steve glances around the interior, looking for a twinkle of metal. "Man is it gettin' dark..."
"Yeah, the keys are her, where they are in every movie."
She opens the hinge panel on the ceiling and pulls out a set of keys, a lucky rabbit's foot dangles on the chain.
Steve tries to hide it, but the smile just grows until he's feeling all stupid looking. "Ah, always the cliché heh? Guess life really DOES mimic art." Still grinning, Steve sits quietly, staring at the road ahead.
"Happy with yourself I see?" She puts the keys in the ignition and the car starts with a vroom and hum. "Ah, good ol' car."
Upon hearing the change in Trish's voice, Steve burst out into a sudden uncontrollable laughter. After a few seconds, and noticing the car is now moving, he calms back down enough to sputter out a few words. "Sorry... Nerves I guess. Get's me all shaky and the like. Damn well can't control 'em to save me life."
She is silent for a moment, then a grin breaks across her face and she begins to laugh hysterically, weaving the car back and forth through different lanes, even crossing the meridian at times. She dodges the cars with just inches to spare, all the while laughing in a half crazed way.
"Jesus, be careful would ye'. You'll have us killed, not that I' don't trust you or anything..."
She, suddenly swerves back into her lane, the laughter ebbing as tears begins to slowly stream down her furry face. "Ahh, can't control em..." She grows calmer, driving at a reasonable pace, quietly gliding through the evening.
Steve bursts into laughter again, tears rolling down his face onto his chin.
"You know, I think we were made for each other, you an' I. I haven't 'ad this much fun in a long time."
She smiles, and breathes in, making a snotty sound. "Defiantly fun. And you're okay yourself. Although a little blunt at times."
"Actually, I don' think I've ever had this much fun. Gun at me side, girl at me left, an' not a care in the world. Ay, it's a real picnic it is."
She sighs. "You have plenty to worry about, as do I." Her demeanor shifts, she looks sad almost weighted.
"Now, now, don't be rainin' on our fun just yet, I was beginnin' to really like you." Thinking he may have gone too far this time, Steve reposes himself, and sits quietly.
"Beginning huh? I get the feeling you've wanted to get in my pants since you met me."
"Eh, you're pretty straight forward, aren't ye Trish? I've been tryin' eh hide me true feelings for fear of ye thinkin' I'm some kind of a freak." Steve blushes deeply.
In the headlights, an oncoming pair of bodies are laying on the concrete, bodies moving against each other, a pool of what may be water surrounding them. She mumbles "Scuse me", and swerves around them just before they would be squashed under the car. A scream of ecstasy is heard from the couple as they pass. "Freak? Those two are freaks. You're just horny."
"Ay, you're a real tricky one you are. I suppose you could of had us killed. I don' want to sound harsh here, but we were just off fantasizing, an' we lost focus where we were. Next time, let's not get carried away while in a car. At least, not while it's runnin' anyway."
She swerves a little, making his head bump into the window. "Fantasizing huh?"
Steve gives a quick yelp, then rubs his head, feeling a lump develop. He begins to doubt if he can really trust Trish... He likes her, but as he's never had any sort of real relationship besides good friends. He's torn in this predicament. He keeps quiet, and massages his head, daring a glance at Trish.
She looks over. "What's wrong with our little foxy? Who we should probably get a shirt for. I bet that armor gets uncomfortable without something under it.
Steve breathes deeply, unsure as of what to say. He's got the girl, got armor, a gun, and he's now got the possibility to have more fun than ever. "Mmm, maybe I'll just be taking it off for now. Been rubbin' me wrong it has, hope there's not a rash. You don't mind me going exposed for a while do ye?"
She looks over and gives a wink. "Nothin wrong with that."
"Well, don't be starin' too much, it ain't a free show", he says with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Steve unclips the straps on the armor, and breathes a sigh of relief to feel the cool air brushing in on his chest. His nipples grow hard at the exposure, and his blushes a bit, but doesn't try to cover them up.
"Hmm, you look a little too comfortable. I guess I'll join you." She unclips her armor, then expertly slips out of it and places it behind her on a pile of poptarts. Her white t-shirt displays the words "I Hate Everyday" written in black across front of her perky breasts. "Ahh, much better. Been wearing that for too long."
"Just watch where you're drivin..." He stops in mid-sentence, awwed by Trish's form. He can't help, but read over and over the 'I Hate Everybody', written across her shirt.
She swerves a little, keeping him off balance as she feels his stares.
"Just watch your eyes."
"I'm sorry, but you're practically glowin' like a billboard. I'll do my best to keep my eyes above the shoulder." In a burst of awareness, Steve realizes he's grown massively hard, against his own, will. Adjusting his left leg, he hides the growing lump in his groin behind his thigh.
"Well, can't blame ya, they do have a certain magnetism with men. Even Scyler couldn't help but glance once in awhile. But he did get a few bruises."
"* Damn near lost meself there for a sec...*" Steve keeps his eyes at the road ahead, and slowly feels himself growing soft again.
"How old are ya anyway? You seem around 18-ish but I could be wrong."
"Umm..., hehe." Steve's arm swings towards his head, scratching at his ears while feeling suddenly embarrassed. "I'm short for my age. I've never been that tall... Going on 20 now..."
"Ah, just a few years younger. I'm 23 at the moment. Will be 24 in August."
"*Never ask a girl her age... never ask a girl her age... never ask, wait what did she just say?*"
She notices the pause. "Umm, you okay?
"Younger? As in, younger than I... I thought 23 was after 19. Stumbling words much?"
"You're just a few years younger, you goof" She swerves to miss a body on the road. "Whoops looks like that one couldn't keep going."
"So, where we goin' anyways?" A place to sleep maybe, or maybe to resupply. I don't think we'll make it too far on what we 'ave got here..."
"Just waiting for a gas station. Out in the middle of nowhere at the moment." A bright light appears in the distance. "Ah, here we go and how convenient."
"Wait, do you 'ave a plan, or do ye just make things up as ye go?" *Either way, she's my kinda girl...* He thinks to himself.
"Kinda both, trying to find a place where I, and maybe you, can be self sufficient and live in relative peace from the robots."
The little station is about half a mile away, and getting closer.
"So wait, come again... You said they were robots, but I could'a swore they were mutilated zombies. What DID happen while I was asleep? Jesus, I must'a been asleep a 'ell of a long time." *An', I woke up with the girl of my dreams...*
She smirked. "Well, from what Scyler said.... We have just gone through a world cleansing. And within the past 42 hours, hundreds of thousands have died of exhaustion and still many more are dying every night. I chuckled when I heard Scyler yell that "Zombie Apocalypse" line, but they're not really zombies in the sense of being undead."
"World cleansin'? I don' much like the sound of that."
"Nano-bots, they were added to our water supplied incognito for the last 5 years, and went undetected since then according to Scyler. The little robots can be programmed to do anything. And whoever is in charge has decided to flip that switch and make everyone become a mindless sex maniac... with a taste of blood, naturally. Thing is, these Nano-bots trigger a a type of need, when one fur meets another, even if they're the same sex, they will fuck each other till one, or both dies of exhaustion or dehydration.
Steve shakes his head and has the expression of a dead man. "You mean te tell me, I've got little things on me body? How come, you, or I haven't done what you just said? ...OH WAIT... Do you mean to tell me, that YOU'RE also a virgin? I mean, it's the only thing that makes sense... If you don't know the urge, you can't have the cravin' now can ye?"
A blush spreads across her face. "n..no that's not the reason." She coughs. "It's our blood type."
"Ah, because I was beginnin' to have the feeling we could never 'ave sex, or we'd kill ourselves over it. Am I begin too forward with you?"
"*Damn, I'm really crossin' the line here...*"
"Uh, no." She, fidgets a little with her fur on her knee. *God, why'd he ask about me being a virgin?*" She thinks inwardly with nervousness.
*Hope I didn't just ruin my last chance...* "Ah, look, the station's in sight... So, what's the procedure here?"
Trish just looks ahead, not looking at anything in particular seemingly lost in though. *Just breath, in out in out, no, dammit. Stupid mind. Okay at the station. Whew, gotta get out it's getting stuffy in the car...* "Ahem, erm, yep." She pulls into the florescent lit station, stopping next to a pump.
Steve begins to strap his armor plate back on, fearing the unknown.
"Okay, you can stay here or come with me. Either way I am pretty sure we're fine." She puts on her armor, covering her hardening nipples. "Lets just get these pumps on."
"I ain't gonna sit around waitin' for you to get killed without a backup. I'm game for some action." She opens the door and the cool night air whispers into the car, the feeling of calm and silence almost overwhelming.
"The switch is usually behind the cashier, under the desk. Don't ask me how I know this..."
She turns, "Action huh?" She laughs a little.
"They turn them off in case of an explosion, or when they're refillin' the tanks."
"Or in case of robbers in the night." She says with a smile.
Exiting the car, she quickly comes back and grabs her mallet.
Breathing deeply, Steve utters a few words. "Okay, I'm ready..." He switches off the safety, and brings the butt of the rifle up to his shoulder, feeling the cold steel hug his body.
"Hehe, kinda needs this." She closes the door, a dull thud resounds but is quickly hushed by the thick night air.
"Well, if I'm the one doin' all the point an' clickn' it'd be nice if you followed in the rear. I haven't shot on of these things before, an' I don' want to hurt ye."
"Haha, who's been doing this longer?" She pushes Steve back. "Just don't shoot me in the ass."
"Ay, we'll see what we can do. I'll aim high."
Trish makes her way towards the convenience store, laughing quietly under her breath. She looks into the half lit station, seeing nobody she quickly and effectively bashes the door open with a quick jab of the heavy mallet. Walking into the quiet store she looks around, everything seeming normal. She walks around the isles which are spotless and shined with a cleanliness reserved for hospitals. "Hmm, seems clear here."
Steve quickly follows, turning left, and spots the far wall down the iron sights through a flickering fluorescent. "I don't like the feel of this..."
She walks towards the cash register and leans over the speckled counter, with stains and cracks covering it. *Strange how this is the only dirty spot.* She quickly freezes when she spots something behind the counter. And then she smells something that makes her quiver.
"Is it all clear?", Steve whispers. He gives a quick turn, and spots Trish by the counter.
She walks over to Steve seeming shaken but trying to hide it, and points to the counter and whispers in his ear.
"Two behind the counter, seem to be very weak at the momment. I..uh.... could you deal with them? I... I want to see how well you can do." She looks away quickly, nervous.
Steve whispers, getting very close to Trish's ears, feeling the warmth pour off of her. "I'll see what I can do... Just hit the floor, Now!"
Her previous training with Scyler taking over she drops quickly. Her training taking over as she focuses on everything around her.
Steve gives out a deafening scream, and stands his position, legs locking in a triangular stance, one in front of the other. He sees the figures lurch out of the darkness, and opens fire. His ears ring as the shells explode in the barrel, releasing their energy into the air. The shells fly out of the gun in rapid succession as blood flies through the air.
Two bodies drop at Steve's feet as the world tunnel visions around him. His fingers stop pressing the trigger, and his slowly draws the butt of his gun down to his elbow. "You alright?" Steve says these words, but he cannot hear them. Steve's heart thumps deeply in his chest, the feeling resounding through his armor. His head clears as he glances down to where Trish lies. "*Damn I'm good. All that trap shooting has done me well.*"
Laying on the floor, she hears the sound of something screaming, like death itself, then realizes it's Steve.
She readies herself for the worst and watches as the forms of two gray wolves, each with tattered and soaked clothes lunge out from behind the counter in anger of being interupted. One is female the other a large male, most likely the owners. The sight of the male's physique, strength, and agility awed her. The male immediately honed in on her, it's eyes a bright yellow and filled with lust. The female, was slower, most likely from the exertion of hours of sex.
But the eyes of the male held her in his sight. Fear, and something else hit her in the face, but was quickly interrupted with the sound of gunfire and with gunfire the eyes no longer saw or lusted after her, and they were both quickly down. She looked at Steve, something clicking. She blushed and quickly got up, holding her mallet. "Good, you're reliable. Now let's get the pumps going and uh.., grab some non perishable items.
"Alright, you know better than I... I guess we'll discuss this later."
"N..nothing to really discuss. Now just grab a bunch of your favorite snacks, and I'll get the car filled with some premium."
*The look on her face tells me all. I've done better than she expected, but I don't remember much of what happened* She walks out of the store, hopping over the bloodies mess and goes to the car. Steve strolls over to the checkout, grabs a few shopping bags, and begins to fill them with everything dry or sealed in glass or tin. With the bags filled to capacity, he carries them to the tam mini cooper, and places them in the back seat.
Standing next to the pump, Trish clicks premium and begins pumping fuel into the car. Luckily this model was built with a larger fuel tank than others so it took longer than usual.
She thought to herself. *What was that? Why do I feel like this... So what if he's kinda cute... I never felt like this with Scyler. Dammit.*
Then, silently, Steve goes back into the store, oblivious to the dead couple on the floor, and carries a few gallons of water back to the car.
**CliThunk**
She takes the nozzle out of the shiny tan cooper and places it back on the holder. "Well, that should be good for awhile."
"Anything you want for the trip love?" Glancing at Trish in the pale light flickering from the overhead roof, he sees her finish pumping the gas. She looks back, thinking. *Mmm, that ass of hers... it's just so Mmm*
"I'll get it myself, have some specialty items I need..." Steve blushes a bit, and brings eyes down to the road bed. Trish passes Steve, going into the store.
"Alright, well, I'll just leave the safety off in case you need me again." Steve opens the door of the cooper, and sits down, reclining the seat to a comfortable position. *Mmm, I think I have some potential with her. I still don't know if she's a virgin or not, but I'll take her any day.* Steve's mind goes adrift, as he stares out into the night's sky, to the stars above, dancing their silent games.
She grabs a bag and goes looking through the isles, finding the ladies section. She grabs a bunch of Tampon packages, and other toiletries. She pauses at the lubrication.
*Would he get any ideas if I got this?... Fuck I need it though, I don't know when I'll get some alone time, but It's always nice to have some when I get the urge.*
She looks up seeing him in the car, just staring into space. "Probably..." She mumbles. "Can't be helped, especially with that horny kid..." *But who am I kidding. I'd be like him if I was more outgoing.* She walks out of the store and back towards the car.
Hearing, the sound of paws click across the pavement, Steve turns to see Trish quickly approaching the car. He notices she has a certain look on her face, but can't place what it is. He watches her as she walks around the front, and onto the driver's side. He doesn't bother peeking at what she grabbed, assuming he already knew, and sighs a relief when she starts the vehicle up, filling the silence with its gentle purr.
Trish pulls out of the station, leaving the comforting light. "Well, that was fun." She takes off her armor, using her knees to help steer as he has a little trouble before it finally comes off.
"I guess I'll go bare chested for a while meself. Hope I can find something more comfortable than this sometime soon."
"Yeah, but I imagine your comfortable as you are."
Clicking the on safety of his rifle, Steve slips the gun into the back seat, then his ears perk up as Trish speaks...
"Yeah, wouldn't you like to know... I usually go shirtless when I'm 'ome alone."
"Yeah, it's the way to go when it's possible."
"Oh...Hmm..." A quizzical note hums out of Steve's mouth. *I just hope I don't get hard again while she's looking, I don't want her bothered at all by my forwardness*
"Yeah, it's very comfy, especially When you have two big bags of flesh hanging off shirts become kinda toasty."
Steve stares into Trish's face, and into her eyes, which are focused on the road ahead. Usually he's shy, and can't look a girl in the eyes for more than a few seconds, but this time it's different. It's a feeling that he has nothing to hide behind.
"Well, I *coughs a bit* wouldn't really know meself, bein' a male 'an all."
"Sure ya do." Smiling. "Haven't you ever had pants on in the summer? How sweaty and uncomfortable does it get down there?"
"And how would ye know that? being a female, as far as I know... "
Trish looks over at Steve, and with an evil grin and slitted eyes. "I Have a penis!"
Keeping his cool for the moment, Steve responds, "You bes' be jokin' love, or I may 'ave second thoughts about this." She begins laughing hysterically, slowing the car down so she doesn't crash. "Oh, you must be jokin..." Steve begins to feel a cold sweat building. "You wouldn't happen to have any coffee would ya?"
"Remember that pill I gave ya? Place it under your tongue and let it dissolve."
"You mean to say, that capsule was pure energy?"
She laugh's "No silly, it's a mix of caffeine and other vitamins."
"I wanted a drink, not a rush. But that's okay, I'll go dry for a while."
"Ahhhhhahah, heh... ah. heheh ahem, water is behind your seat if you're thirsty..."
"I know that love, I was the one to put it there."
Trish goes back to the previous question. "Do you think I could wear tight jeans like this with a dick?" She shakes her head. "And stop calling me love, it's kinda getting creepy."
"I never really, um, had the chance to glance that way before... And it's just a slang word, like mate, only for the dashing ladies. I was just bein' polite is all...:
"I'd be happy with doll, or as Scyler said, 'cheeky'"
"Ah, alright lov... er, I mean dall."
"But you're British or something, so I guess saying that's normal for you." She blushes. "Never got the chance huh? Hmm, maybe I should offer it more?" She smiles, happy with herself, but not knowing or understanding why.
Unsure of what to say in response, Steve just sits quietly, watching the road go by. Feeling a bit uncomfortable with himself. "I... ur,... I did well back there, didn't I? I shot them dead, but I don't remember much of it now."
"You did fine, although I wouldn't have screamed bloody murder. But, it worked so I won't complain. And you were, I suppose, quite dashing while doing it. Even with that weird maniacal grin on your face the whole time." She scratches her tummy absentmindedly.
"I've never killed anything befo' today. In a way, it saddens my 'eart. I know what they were, but I just can't shake the feelings of murder..."
Steve turns his face towards Trish.
She pauses, and contemplates. "It's very hard to kill another." She looks over. "Especially when we knew them." Looking back at the road, she continues, "Or loved them..."
*I hope I don't sound like a total sap. That's the last thing I want her seeing of me, a weak side, afraid of...* Steve sees a tear roll down her cheek. Slowly, he draws himself up, and puts a paw on her shoulder. "It's okay, love, it's alright."
"Yeah..." She sniffs. "I..Just, wish... I just wish my friend could be here to say that. How I loved him."
" Well, I try to bury my past so it doesn't 'aunt me so. Just let it all go..."
Steve lightly caresses Trish's shoulder.
She looks over at him. Anger shines within her. "You don't ever forget. That's something that you never do." Her teeth grind together. "It will make you dumb and emotionless." She turns, tears streaming from her emotionless face.
"I think we'd better pull off before this gets anymore involved."
"Besides, you look tired."
"Shhh, just be quiet for a little while." She presses harder, the car picking up speed." With speed comes the feeling of running from everything, from death, from hate, from the past.
*Hard to get, eh?* He thinks to himself. *Well, let's just hope I didn't just open 'Pandora's box...* Steve watches the road slip by, not saying a word as he feels the true speed of their trip. At this speed, he knows one wrong move could spill disaster, but he keeps quiet.
Hours later they approach another gas station, nothing within. With a refilled tank and the beginning of dawn, Trish searches for a hiding spot. Steve has fallen asleep in the passenger's seat, his dreams without content.
Stopping on the side of the freeway, she turns the car off. All around is nothingness and miles more of the same. She sigh's and looks over at the sleeping fox. Steve snorts in his sleep, then remains silent except for some light breathing.
His calm demeanor relaxes her, knowing that he was at least happy in sleep. Reaching back she grabs a bottle of water and began sipping on it.
Turning back to look at the fox, she noticed that he was arosed, a large bulge pushing from within his jeans. She quickly looks away. *Well.... Uhh.. that's normal... right? yeah... Normal. God I need to be alone. Only three days and I'm like this. Gah!*
Steve mumbles a little bit, his mouth twitching, then remains silent.
*Why am I thinking about this? Dammit*"
Turning around she reclines the seat all the way back. It makes the packed snacks and bags crackle a little as it presses against them.
Laying her head down, she tries to sleep. The sound of Steve's breathing the only sign of life to lull her into a sense of security.
Soon, Trish is within the first stages of sleep and dreaming of things she wished to leave behind.
Steve stirs a bit, then gives a yawn. With his tongue rolling a bit in the mouth, and eyes feeling crusty, Steve slowly awakens, opening his eyes to the morning sunlight. Wordless, he sits up a bit.
Trish mumbles in her sleep, sounding disturbed in her dream world. He glances over to where Trish is sleeping, and gives a little smile her way...
*I wonder what she really thinks of me. I mean, I saw that look in her eyes, and I'm sure it's love. All those emotions, they must be her way of denying the fact. Whereas I use sarcasm, she uses aggression.*
Steve Sighs... He looks over her sleeping body, her calm face, and sees her true inner beauty. He notices that the words "I hate everybody" on her chest reveals her firm nipples. *Mmm, if only I knew how to make the first move...* He thought. Contemplating about the thought Steve grows semi-hard without realizing it.
A firm pink erection pushing it's way past his shorts waistband.
Steve looks back at Trish, and grows firmer. He can't help but gently begin to rub himself with a paw.
She turns over, laying on her side facing Steve, a hand under her head. He feels so hard, his penis throbbing in his paws, warm and inviting.
He moans slightly... louder than expected.
A moan enters her dream, changing everything into a strange erotic dream.
Aware of this moan, Steve looks at Trish, and notices a warm smile across her maw. She sees guys from her school, ones she has always wanted to feel inside her, but she sees herself as always alone, frustrated.
*God, I can't do this in front of her. What if she wakes up? I don't want to be caught with my pant's down...*
Smells of lust and sex enter her mind, causing her body to react, making her nipples harden. She has a warmth in her body as a figure walks up to her, unknown and mysterious.
Opening the door quietly, Steve gets out of the seat, feeling his muscles ache from hours in the car.
With his back to Trish, he stands there, pants open and fully exposed, but not aroused, watching the sun rise behind a mountain range.
She feels his body, the muscles as they flex, she feels his ass, squeezes. Her groin becoming hot. She reaches down, feels his shaft. It is as if it's on fire, yet warm and soft. She bends down to lick and play with it.
She looks up at the mysterious man and sees Steve. She stops, startled, and for some reason intimidated. She sees his eyes, yellow and filled with lust. It scares her.
She tosses and turns, making the car rock a little. She makes sounds of fear as the yellow eyed Steve comes after her with his extended phallus.
She Screams...
She wakes, her eyes opening quickly, and she sees nothing but blurry shapes, and the shape of a man next to the window.
She gasps and begins saying things that are incomprehensible and making sounds of fear and confusion. She reaches for the door with her left hand, but cannot find the latch.
She feels dizzy and begins hyperventilating.
Steve, hearing Trish in distress bolts around to see her with her eyes wide open, a look of terror across her face. "What's wrong Trish, are yew alright?"
Recognizing the familiar voice, she looks at him in the eyes and sees that they are not yellow... not evil, or lustful just kind and oddly calming.
"Jesus, take it easy girl..." Steve slides through the passenger door, leaning over the seat, drawing closes to her.
His eyes are pure blue, like the ocean on a beautiful day. She cries in happiness, and brings him close, as to not feel alone and vulnerable.
Steve's eyes lock onto Trish's, feeling a sense of total submission. *I'm so close, but I don't want to end up embarrassed. What if I kiss her? What if she doesn't want it? What if I'm not any good? I can feel my lips tingling, craving the sensation, but I don't want to be selfish either. God she smells so inviting, a bit of sweat, and something else.* He feels his heart pumping in his chest, punching at his soul.
She looks into his eyes, sensing all the different desires and repulsions. Desires on what she wants and repulsions of change and the newness. *One couldn't hurt.* Closing her eyes she, slowly meeting him face to face, feeling his heat as it seemed to radiate from him. She leans closer, hoping he would accept.. wishing she wasn't so worried.
*I think she wants it...* Steve leans in, feeling his body fall upon Trish, her nipples hard. His lips touch hers. They're soft and warm.
The feeling of falling rushes through her as she feels him lean in and meet her, she can hardly breath and her lips seem to freeze out of her self-consciousness.
He feels his mouth open slightly, and a tongue aches to extend, to taste, to feel her warmth.
Her mind blanks, she just lays there, mouth frozen... confused.
He feels her lips tighten slightly, as if frozen. He brings his arms around her, embracing her, and pulling their two bodies together. He massages her sides lightly, hoping to calm her.
As if in suspended animation her mind comes back.
*What? Huh, what's going on?
Am I?
is this a dream?
Should I let this happen?
What if he thinks I'm weak?
Why do I like this?
What do I do now?
Maybe I should kiss back?
His paws are warm.
Are those his teeth?
Maybe I should do something... Okay, open my mouth, that's how they do it in the movies... Right?*
All this within a few seconds and she begins to open herself, expecting the worse but not really sure what she should expect.
Feeling the tension leave Trish. Steve relaxes, and lets his tongue extend through his mouth, and gently falling in hers. He moans slightly as he feels her begin to respond back. *She's so warm, and soft. How can such a tough character have such a soft and gentle inner self?*
She feels him kissing her, his tongue warm and weird. She feels back with her own tongue. She's not sure why this is so erotic but she enjoys it. She has to pee... but she ignores it for the time being. She feels his back, a little scrawny, but strong. She presses herself closer, the feeling of his chest rubbing her nipples, making her warm.
He explores her mouth with his tongue, tasting her warm saliva. His tongue brushes over her teeth, onto her soft tongue, smooth and gentle. He feels her tongue, exploring its way through him. The light ribbing at the roof of her mouth, and the vibration of her voice as she moans lightly. He feels himself growing hard, pressing warmly up against her body.
*Oh my god did I moan? Why do I like this? Oh god I wish I had pleasured myself... I don't know what I'll do.*" She brings her paw up and plays with his ear, liking the feel of it.
*God he's so soft*
Feeling a paw on his ear, Steve pulls away slowly, not realizing that he had closed his eyes, and gazed into Trish's.
She gasps, breathing in cool air.
"Mmm, what a way you have..."
"What? You came on to me!" She says in defense with a little hostility in her voice. *Why am I being hostile? She looks away. "I uhh, thanks."
Steve feels Trish's warm breath on his face, not entirely listening to what she's saying. Noticing her turn away, he feels a cold lump build in his chest. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that as much as I did Trish..." "I know there's a sweet girl inside of you. I can feel it in my heart."
She looks back, her eyes dart around his face. She looks like a scared animal, trapped by something unknown. "What?! No, I Uh, liked... I..." Here eyes tear up. She is completely confused, she doesn't know how to react. She doesn't know what she wants. She feels like crying. But, oddly enough she wants him to be there and make her feel better. She brings him close, just to enjoy the contact.
Steve holds her tenderly in his arms, feeling her trembling body against his chest. He breathes deeply and slowly. There are no feelings of sexual desire now, only the feeling of true companionship. He holds her for a while, time flowing as if it had turned to molasses.
End of Part I.
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