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"OH MY GOD!!"

A shrill, ear piercing wail echoed across the morning air of the Shankly Scrapyard.

"YOU ACTUALLY LIVE IN A FUCKING JUNKYARD?!"

Followed the first shriek, in a similar cadence, from the front yard area of one of the co-owners of the "junkyard" in question's single wide trailer house belonging to a 26 year old, opossum named Sammy Shankly or as everyone local to Soyoco knows him as, "Scraps"

"No, well yes, I mean...

Do I live in a junkard? Yes,

But its my junkyard, baby.

Not many folks can say that, now can they?"

Scraps, attempted to explain from his front door to a mid 20s, obviously not from the area, wolf gal, who was now storming out of the trailer house, into the frontyard making her way to the entrance of the Scrapyard, located 50 yards directly northwest of Scraps' house. The young lady had recovered most of her clothing from the night before, unlike Scraps who stood in the doorway of his house wearing nothing but a single sock and a trail of red lipstick marks that spanned his neck to his lower abdomen area.

"Not many people would want to admit to owning let alone living a dump like this,

Who would want to live in a filthy landfill?"

The wolf exclaimed with resentment as she continued her march to the exit,

"Ok first off, Its a scrapyard, not a landfill, sweetheart,

Secondly, many people would be proud to have a

semi-successful metal recycling business,

I know I am."

• Scraps replied as he walked down his stairs into his yard, halfheartedly following the wolf toward the exit but stopping a few steps into his morning dew covered lawn.

"Whatever, Im calling a cab and going back to the city, where people have a future, enjoy living in destitution and literal filth, you mediocre dick having, trailer trash, loser"

the wolf gal let out in hateful final retort to Scraps and his entire way of life as she exited the Scrapyard on foot.

"Mediocre dick?" Scraps said to himself, ignoring all the other insults to him and his lifestyle except for the jab at his manhood. He looked down at his admittedly below average sized, currently flaccid member, never known to let a hateful comment thrown at him to keep his spirit down, Scraps began coming up with witty replies to an imaginary version of the young wolf lady.

"Oh yeah? Wasn't so 'mediocre' last night when you had your..." Scraps continued to mutter to himself as he turned around and yelped in shock and threw his hands down to cover his modesty as he was overcome with embarrassment to what was behind him.

Dixie, Scraps' older adopted hyena sister and fellow owner of the Shankly Scrapyard was standing there, for who knows how long, arms cross with a look on her face that could read angry but was mostly inquisitive about what exactly is going on at her brother's house.

The two locked eyes and Scraps broke the moment of silence with a

"Uhhhh...."

"Who's the loud mouth banshee, who's fuckin up my morning?"

Dixie asked with a stern, motherly tone.

"Ummmm...? Friend of mine?" Scraps' said while giving Dixie the most innocent smile accompanied by his own brand of 'puppy dog' eyes.

Knowing darn well she couldn't keep up the stoic stance with her baby brother giving her "The Look"

she dropped the facade and playfully grabbed Scraps and quickly got him into a headlock

"You sure do know how pick 'em, don't you baby brother?" she said as she gave Scraps a classic noogie

"AH.... YEeeup, that's me, looking for love in all the wrong places... A-AHH.... Hey, Quit it!!"

Scraps whined as he tried to break the hold Dixie had him in, to no avail

Eventually Dixie let go of her scrawny little brother, who was still only wearing one sock, and let him regain his composure before looking him over head to toe.

Scraps nudity is nothing new to her. Since the day that their parents brought home the newborn Scraps from the hospital when Dixie was 2 and a half years old, it had seemed like an uphill battle for Mr. and Mrs. Shankly to try and keep clothes on the little possum. Scraps seeming stayed in his birthday suit all the way up until his first day of kindergarten. Even then, at home, Scraps was rarely ever seen with anything more than his briefs. Which made having friends and late boyfriends over to the house super embarrassing for Dixie growing up.

"My my, what the handsome young man you grew up to be." Dixie said to Scraps, trying to boost his self image after the "mediocre dick" comment that his "evening company" had so harshly insulted him with

Scraps, taking the compliment the entirely wrong way, covered his crotch with both hands and replied to his sister with

"Ew, gross Dixie, I don't need to know that you think I'm hot..."

Dixie rolled her eyes and gave the opossum a quick smack to the back of the head

"OWWW! H-Hey!!!"

"That's not what I was getting at, dummy. What I am trying to say is you're a fine looking, fit young man with a good head on his shoulders and a heart full of gold, you should be bringing home girls worth a shit and not these bar hussies that you have been bringing home. "

Dixie explained, returning back to using the authoritative, motherly tone from before.

"Or I oughta just go get your ass neutered so you don't end up with 3 different baby mommas all fighting over who gets to take the Scrapyard away from us! "

Dixie raising her voice, hoping to get through to her little brother more clearly

"OKAY... okay, I'll start vetting my ladies a bit more better. Happy?"

Scraps said in a defeated sign,

He knew his sister had a point but it just chapped his ass admitting to her that she was right.

"All I'm asking is to try, ok?"

Dixie asked, in a softer more welcoming tone as she put her arms out, offering an apology hug for raising her voice to her brother.

Scraps saw the gesture and couldn't help but smile and accept her apology hug.

"Okay."

"Good" Dixie exclaimed as they finished their hug.

"Now, get showered, get cleaned up, get some clothes on, grab your truck and come pick me up at my trailer. Reggie from Reckon' Raccoon Repair said that "Celestine" is finally done"

After a quick shower and wardrobe change from "late night casual" to "actual casual" the two hopped in Scraps pickup and headed to town.

The two pulled into the parking lot of "Reckon' Raccoon Repair", a small, family owned mechanic shop run by the Westin Family. They parked by the front office and entered through the front door.

The two were greeted by an older raccoon woman who sat behind a desktop computer on a large desk littered with paperwork, unopened postal packages and receipts. The wall behind her was decorated with many pictures of raccoons of various ages from old Polaroids to newer print outs from digital cameras.

"Well hi there, Daniella! Oh and is that who I think it is? Little Hammy Sammy? How are you two this fine Saturday Morning?" the matronly raccoon asked the two as they entered.

"Hi, Momma Westin, we're doing well. How is everybody?" Dixie replied.

"Everybody is super! My oldest just had her third baby, another little boy"

The older woman turned around in her office chair and began pointing to the various pictures of raccoon children.

"That's him right there and... OH, this is Dusty's daughter that he just had this past year and this is my nephew's little girl that...."

Momma Westin trailed off but remembered why Dixie and Scraps were they're in the first place

"Oh silly me! Ya'll aren't here for me to talk your ear off about all my grandbabies. Just head in the back through the door there and I'll let Reggie know yall are here."

"Thank you Momma Westin, Ill have to come by some time and catch up on everyone with you"

Dixie said as her and Scraps headed toward the door that lead to the bays of the mechanic shop

"Oh you stop by anytime dear, my door is always open for you. You too Sammy."

Momma Westin said as they walked through the door

The two walked into the shop area of the business and saw "Celestine" Dixie's near mint condition, cherry red, 1972 El Camino SS

"They're she is" Dixie said out loud as she picked up the pace of her walk toward the car, Scraps right behind her.

Just as the two were approaching the car, Reggie, the youngest son of Momma Westin and longtime peer of Dixie and Scraps.

Reggie met Dixie in kindergarten and started developing a crush on her when they entered middle school. Although the feelings were not mutual between the two, Dixie always appreciated the raccoon's friendship and company through the years.

"H-Hey Dixie, and..... Scraps"

Reggie said excited to see one of the siblings and not the other

"Wassup 'Wedgie'?" Scraps blurted out as a mockery to an incident from high school involving Reggie, a wall mounted coat hanger and some durable tightie whities.

Dixie backhand slapped her brother in the chest, momentarily knocking the breath out of him

Embarrassed, Reggie replied to Scraps with a "little" secret he learned from his sister when she dated Scraps for a month a few years ago.

"Yeah, Yeah whatever.. Shrimpy"

Scraps face turned slightly red and his eyes narrowed at the now grinning raccoon.

"Yeah whatever, I'm headed back to the house, I'll see you later Dixie"

Scraps said as he headed back across the shop through the front office.

"Sorry about that, I don't know what his deal is with you is."

Dixie said to Reggie

Reggie shrugged and started to go over the work he did to Dixie's car

"Anyway, I got your baby running like a bat outta hell again. I went through and replaced piston rings, checked the timing, cleaned the carburetor, and flushed the tank. I also went ahead and did the usual monthly service on it: oil change, fuel filter and air cleaner replaced."

The raccoon read from his clipboard

"Awesome, thank you so much. But I have to ask. What am I looking at price wise?"

Dixie asked knowing it wasn't gonna be cheap

"It's gonna be .......nine hundred and seventy five dollars."

Reggie muttered out from behind his clipboard

Dixie's jaw nearly hit the floor upon hearing the price

"Jesus, Reggie. I don't have that kind of cash"

"Well, lets head over to my into my office in the back Dixie, we'll figure out some monthly payment plan or somethin."

The raccoon pointed the way to his office and let the hyena lead the way as he followed her into the out-of-the-way room at the far end of the shop that Reggie called his office.

As the two entered the room, Reggie dead bolted the door behind him before saying

"I... might know of a different way you can pay this little "debt" off.."

Dixie turned around, hoping what she thought Reggie may have been implying was just a bad attempt of a joke, unfortunately for her the raccoon was not joking, this was confirmed when she saw the raccoon unzipping his mechanic overalls all the way down toward the crotch of the full-body uniform

"C'mon, Really Reggie?"

Dixie said trying to keep her cool but the sting of betrayal could be heard in her voice

"I'm sorry Dixie, but if you don't have the money, you have to pay with something. You wouldn't want something to happen to your precious car would you?"

Reggie said as he pulled both of his arms out of the sleeves of his overalls letting the upper body portion of the garment fold behind him, leaving his torso and waist area open with only a white undershirt covering that portion of his body. He began to fondle himself in anticipation of Dixie's choice in this ultimatum

Dixie winced a little at the sight of the raccoon playing with himself as well as seeing this side of a person she thought of as a good friend for all these years.

She faked a smile and began to play along with the raccoon's game for a moment

"Well... if this is the only way that you see fit for me to pay off my debt...."

She spoke in a sultry voice as she approached the raccoon

Reggie started to smile upon hearing the words said by the hyena, his fondling of himself began to pick up pace with a noticeable tent forming in the crotch of the remaining portion of the overalls he was wearing. Finally he removed his hand from his crotch and let the hyena come into his embrace. As her body made contact with his she slid her hand down the front of the zipped down overalls and gently told hold of the raccoons hardening member. Reggie was no "small fry" either, with a dick measuring in at an impressive 6.5 inches with two lime sized balls accompanying it, Reggie came in on the bigger side compared to most raccoons.

Dixie took a hand full of the raccoons meat and pulled it out, along with his balls, exposing it all to the open air. Reggie began to smile and get giddy at the thought of finally being able to get with his middle school crush all these years later.

That thought was short lived as Dixie took hold of the left testicle of the raccoon and squeezed the living hell out of it. The raccoon's eyes went wide as he began to panic and went to pry the hyena's hand from his left nut with both hands, not seeing the hyenas' right hand go for his other testicle. The pain soon became to much for him to stand and he collapsed to his knees, Dixie gracefully followed him to the ground but opting to go to a kneeling position allowing her to look down upon the miserable rodent as he doubled over in pain.

With each of his kitmakers in hand and a look of disgust on her face, Dixie began dictating her disappointment in her long time friend's choice made today

"Reggie look at me"

The raccoon took a second from his pathetic attempt to remove the hyena's hands from his balls and looked up at the tormentor of his genitals with a face drenched in sweat and eyes full of remorse.

"D-D-Dixie p-p-p-please..."

"I will, I will, I promise ill let go. But I need to you to listen to me while I have your upmost attention right now. Okay?" Dixie reassured the raccoon right before she dug her thumbs into the captive testicles, forming divots in the organs as she squeezed

The raccoon nodded his head in agreement as he began to bite his lip to try ad take his mind off the pain.

"Here's whats gonna happen: I am gonna pay you $300 dollars for the work you did to my car, you are gonna give me my keys, I am gonna leave with my car and we will go on about our day. This little "situation" never happened the moment I leave the premises, got it?

Dixie asked the raccoon in a stern, commanding voice, squeezing his' nuts for emphasis.

The raccoon clenched his eyes and jaw shut in pain and agreed to the reasonable demands laid forth by the hyena. A few small droplets of precum began to form at the tip if his cock

"Oh and Reggie? If I find out you've gone and done this little scheme of yours to some other unsuspecting young lady. I will personally march up here and RIP your balls right the FUCK off, in front of GOD and EVERYBODY, you got that?!"

Dixie giving the raccoon's already bruised ballbag a harsh yank, pulling the two sensitive orbs taut against the skin of his sack then finally delivering a haymaker directly inbetween both testicles causing equal amounts of stomach churning pain as well as causing the raccoon to let out a pathetic, high pitched squeal before she let go of the battered baby makers, letting the raccoon collapse to writhe and whimper on the floor.

But before she made her way out of Reggie's office, the raccoon began to callout to the hyena.

"Wait, wait, Dixie. I-I am sorry. I don't know what came over me. I-I-I fucked up bad didn't I?"

"Yeah Reggie.... you did. You fucked up real bad. To the point where... I don't know if I can still see you as the same guy I grew up being friends with."

The raccoon turned his head away from Dixie, in utter shame of what he attempted to do to his childhood friend.

Dixie left the raccoon to himself as she headed toward her car stopping by the main door controls of the shop. To grab her keys and push the button to open the bay door her car was parked in front of. As she waited for the door to open, she counted out 15 twenty dollar bills and left the stack on the control panel.

She hopped in her El Camino and headed toward the nearest back road and went for a long cruise to take her mind off what just happened moments ago.