FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Author's Note: this is my first story here. In addition, yes the main character is named after the rapper, Nicki Minaj. I cannot help it, I love that bitch! Reviews, flames whatever. Just comment. I know I'm good; it's just a matter of who's a lover and who's a hater. Oh yeah, not meant for young eyes. Oh, and all my stories have a lyric somewhere in the AN. Like, here.

Came up in it a little bit self-centered, but did I kill a queen? Now Alexander McQueen's got the wrist on glow, the bottles is on po' got the shibby shibby yeah, shibby, yeah, shibby, you!

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I don't like it when people complain. It is as if they think their problems are so much worse than anyone else's is. I try my best not to complain about anything, but someone recently asked me about my past. If it sounds like I'm bitching, please cut me off. I'm really just telling a story.

My name is Nicki, but I prefer Nick. I'm a husky with jet-black fur, except for a pale white underbelly that reached the insides of my thighs. I've always been short for my age, which never really bothered me because I still had the prettiest coat and a slim toned body. I also wore the nicest clothes available. If it was a name and it was famous, I had it. The kids at school thought I was one of the richest furs in town. They couldn't have been more wrong.

My mother was a drug addict. After grandpa died, she spent all her time sleeping on the couch. My dad was an alcoholic. I still haven't figured out his exact reason, but maybe it's like hereditary or something. Neither of them worked. So, how do you afford my lifestyle? Easy. You sell your body to the richest furs in town. You'd be surprised how much older furs will pay to sleep with a teenage husky.

Despite all the risk, I never got a disease and none of my friends ever suspected I was gay. I knew gay kids in high school. They never looked happy. I'll be just as content in the closet as I would be out of it. It might not be worth it, but popularity was everything to me. I needed the attention from my peers that I couldn't get anywhere else. It made me feel good to know that other kids were jealous of me and would kill to be my friend. Even seniors on the football team would go out of their way for me. In my own little world, I had everything... but that was all about to change.

"Your eyes are sexy," he chuckled. I blushed, but it was nothing I hadn't heard before. I knew how to work my sapphire blues. There was something special about this one though. "Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked with a hopeful tone.

Alright, stop. There are certain moments in your life that change the way you look at everything, but it is so funny how you never recognize these moments before they're about to happen. You only get the big picture after the fact. This is one of those moments. Play.

He was a wolf. Shiny, perfect grey fur covered his rock hard muscles. I liked my body, but his was better. Even through his tight black shirt, I could see his bulging biceps, broad chest, and ripped abs. A sharp, sexy smile on topped it all off right underneath eyes that were glistening amber rings of perfection. He was leaning against the bar, hitting on the drunken underage husky. That would be me. It was his fault I was drunk too. He kept buying me shot after shot and I wasn't turning any of them down. "No," I grinned, "I'm completely single." What did he see in me? There were hotter furs at the bar. I wasn't even supposed to be there.

"That's impossible," he whispered, "you're way too fine to be single." His voice was milky soft and his breath was icy fresh. I shrugged trying to look as uninterested as I could. He saw right through me and I knew it.

"I've never had a serious relationship," I confided.

"You're so lying!"

"No, I'm not! I've only been with guys who have lots of money." I regretted saying that. His expression fell into a frowned disappointment. Filthy liar.

"Oh, well I guess that takes me out of your league," he wined.

"Well, you've been so nice with the drinks and all, I could probably find an exception somewhere," I said with heavy sarcasm. His expression brightened up again.

"You think so?" the wolf asked, matching my sarcasm. I nodded with a smirk. The alcohol was definitely taking its effect. I was fighting to keep my eyes open and to keep the room from spinning. It was time for me to leave. As I climbed down from the barstool, I lost my balance and fell against the wolf. Of course, he caught me and helped me regain my balance. "Whoa, dude. Where you going?" he sounded surprised.

"I should go home now," I slurred. He kept his thick muscular paw wrapped around my arm to keep me balanced.

"Do you want a ride or something?" he asked. Any other night, with any other guy, I would have immediately declined, but something in his eyes made me trust him.

"Um, I guess." He beamed his sharp white teeth at me. After a quite a struggle, he placed me in the front seat of his black Nissan Titan. I liked the way he pushed on my butt to help me climb in. It was a very big, roomy truck. The inside was silky, shiny, black leather. There was a seat between the driver's side and the passenger's side. He had totally been laid in this truck. I totally wanted to get laid in this truck by him. Just the thought was enough to make me aroused. I felt my erection pressing tightly against my pants. I shifted my pants to hide it as he climbed in the driver's side.

Alright, stop. If you ever feel the need to ride with a stranger please abide by these three simple rules. Rule number one, make sure he is not a stranger. Strangers can be deadly, it's not a stereotype, it's a fact. Rule number two, do not be drunk. Being drunk always leads to bad things with a stranger, but you can skip this one because I know you followed rule one. Rule number three, do not get a hard-on. I know this one is probably the hardest of the three, but this is the absolute kiss of death. Got it? Play.

I relaxed myself against the seat and took a deep breath. I did not want to go home. If one of my parents were awake they would be very loud and angry and I just wanted to sleep. Suddenly, I felt the heat of the wolf's body and I opened my eyes to see him leaning across me. His chest rubbed against mine. I was enjoying the feeling, but he pulled away with my seatbelt and buckled me in. How nice.

"So, um," he began, "are you, uh, are you sober enough to tell me where you live?" Oh no. I didn't want to focus that much. There were a lot of twists and turns to get to my house and I would surely miss one and make him angry.

"Um, I don't think so," I smiled at him.

"Well I have GPS if you just want to give me the address."

"I don't know it." I really didn't. I know it sounds terrible, but I never bothered to learn it after the third time we moved.

"Are you kidding me?" he laughed.

"No," I chuckled.

"Do you want to stay at my house? Just for the night?" Yes. Yes. Yes, I do. I struggled to contain my excitement.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it'll be fun," he smirked at me. Big mistake.