Lost at a strange world.
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Lost at a Strange world By Raven and guest author Shetland. A couple of best friends go four wheeling but end up at another world. (This was a scrapped story I was working on before I quit writing. So I took the rough draft to my friend Raven Fox and we been cleaning it up. ENJOY:) SHETLAND)
April of 2010, Lyman Wyoming.
Keith moved the black hair out of his blue eyes as he placed the battery in the engine compartment of the tan colored 1984 GMC truck. He hooked the cables to the battery tightening the connections. "Ok, now comes the fun part." The human said to himself looking at the new Edelbrock carburetor he just installed on the 350 V-8 engine.
Climbing into the cab, the thirty-year-old human smelled something burning thinking that it might be dust on the fan motor. He turned the key hearing the engine crank over while pulling the choke. White smoke with a crackling noise came out of the defrost vents. Keith saw yellow flames come out of the defrost vents. The engine ran for a second and died, he ran outside yanking the battery cables off the posts. "This is just great; I traded a good truck for this piece of junk and that 1993 S-10 Blazer." Keith cussed looking at the white smoke in the cab.
Sighing the human laid on the floor mat in the drivers side looking at the wiring harness. Masking tape was used on some electrical repairs and pieces of wires replaced all the fuses in the fuse panel. "This heap was a ticking time bomb, but I seen it done on Japanese cars to." Keith said getting out of the truck sighing.
A vehicle caught his attention; a tow truck was towing a tan color Chevy Suburban down the street. He got the attention of the tow truck driver finding out that the owner of the Suburban was in the passenger seat. "Bradshaw offered me one hundred dollars for this thing."
Keith looked the SUV over noting that it has a good body on other than it needs a fender and door. "What's wrong with it?" He asked the person.
"Engine threw a rod, but I am not going to fix it." Answered the person.
"I'll give you one hundred and fifty dollars for it and all what this driver has to do is park it near that tan GMC truck." Keith replied show the person seven twenties and two fives.
"Deal!" The person signed the title over to Keith.
He grinned as the tow truck parked the Suburban near the GMC truck. "Cool, 1982 ¾ ton 4x4 with a standard, plus I got a 350 engine with less than ten thousand miles on it. This is going to be a nice off road vehicle." Keith said holding the title looking at his newest project.
May 2010, Everett Washington.
Kris stuffed the last item in his suitcase. "Now let's see Raven said we're going to a ghost town and spend a few days camping out in the middle of no where." He packs a few extra sets of underwear.
The young guy scratches his brown hair thinking of his friend Keith who goes by the furry handle Raven Fox. "Yeah, he picked that nick name well, because he can be as sly as a fox. Dam, I forgot that Blue ray movie." Kris grabs the movie The Fantastic Mr. Fox sticking it with his other stuff.
Hour's later, Rock Springs airport.
Keith pulled into a parking spot in his 1993 Chevy S-10 Blazer sticking his Buck knife, leather man and sharp stuff in the glove box. The human let out a sigh double-checking to make sure that he didn't have any weapons in his person. "Well, better get my friend, he should be landing in a half hour." He said getting out of the Blazer.
Airport terminal baggage claim hours later.
Kris dragged his two pieces of luggage to the waiting area. The guy knew that Keith couldn't be at the gates due to the events of Sept 11, 2001. As he left the area, he heard a familiar voice. "Yo Kris, staying out of trouble?"
He turned seeing a guy standing five foot nine with black hair and blue eyes. His friend weighs around two hundred and twenty pounds. Keith has a skinny build due to the years being a heavy truck mechanic and he's still in the Navy reserves. Right know his friend is a Lieutenant and he just been qualified to fly the F-18 Hornet, plus for a strange reason, he doesn't want to fly airliners. "How come you're not flying for an Airline?" Kris asked his friend as they leave the airport.
Keith shrugged. "I love flying, but when I am flying a fighter." He looks at the 737 taking off. "I am free, but when you're hauling passengers. You got to be on a schedule, if you're late, you're in trouble." The guy watches as the 737 climbs in the sky. "Na, I have no urge to fly anything bigger than my Hornet. Let's roll, its going to take an hour to drive to my place."
Kris saw the Blazer parked in the parking lot. "Where's your Ranger, is that what we're taking on the trip?" He put his luggage in the back.
Keith unlock Kris's door. "The Ranger has a problem with the transmission and right now it's stuck. I am going to need your help with it later on. We're going to the Ghost Town in another vehicle, the trail we're going to take will tear out the underside of this rig." He goes to the driver's side and got in.
Kris knew that his friend has something up his sleeve. The young guy looked at the opened roads the Chevy is driving down. He felt small and already is missing the traffic congestion of the Puget Sound area.
One hour later, Keith's home.
Kris saw the Ford Ranger truck parked in the back. He saw a tan colored GMC truck minus the front clip, doors and bed with an engine sitting at the front mounted in the frame. What got the young guys' attention is a tan 1982 Chevy Suburban parked in the front. "When did you get that?"
Keith looked at the large SUV with pride. "Got it a month ago, just got done working the bugs out of it. Put in the engine from that GMC truck, and she runs good. That's what we're taking on the trip along with an extra forty gallons of fuel and two extra wheels."
The young guy walked up to the Suburban seeing two wheels in the back. He walked to the front unlatching the hood and opened it. Keith has cleaned the engine compartment and painted the firewall a flat black. Sitting in the middle of the compartment is an orange-painted 350 V-8 engine with a chrome air cleaner. His friend placed an ammo box near the radiator to house a set of tools and spare belts for the engine. "You're taking this because if something breaks you can fix it on the trail."
"Give the anthro Sheltie a cigar. I can do most repairs on the trail because this vehicle is simple. If I take that Blazer and the computer goes out, we're walking. I got an extra chip and coil packed in the glove box along with extra fluids. Don't worry Shetland, the chances of us breaking down are nil because the engine has less than ten thousand miles on it. I am surprised that the rotten electrical work lasted that long on that GMC truck." Keith said looking at what's left of the GMC truck.
Kris looked at the truck; all what's left of the GMC is the cab with missing doors sitting on the frame. "Let me guess, parts of that truck is on the Suburban"
"Only the hood, passenger fender and door." Replied Keith shutting the hood of the Suburban. "Let's go inside so that we can chill, you must be tired from that flight."
The two friends walked in the singlewide trailer to catch up on stuff.
Two days later, Little America travel center. Twenty-eight miles east of Lyman Wyoming.
Kris walked to the parking lot looking at the empty landscape. The young guy sighed knowing that they hadn't seen a building in ten miles. He looked over to Keith who's filling the extra gas containers and tying them to the luggage rack. "Well, in a few hours, we will be in the middle of nowhere."
Keith looked over to his friend looking at the landscape chuckling. "Well my friend wait till we're in the mountains Shetland. No offense I prefer open space because you never been on an aircraft carrier on a deployment." The male human said to himself as he finished filling the gas cans.
Kris shrugged and walked back to Keith thinking that they spent yesterday fixing the transmission to Keith's Ranger. His friend liked that truck a lot; they found the pan gasket leaking on it. "So have you been to that place we're going to?"
"Yeah, I had been there last summer. I hope you have extra batteries for your camera because you'll be taking a lot of pictures." Keith said tying down the last gas can.
Kris nodded getting in the Suburban. He watched as Keith programmed the GPS unit mounted on the windshield. The young guy relaxed as the SUV started with the deep rumble any Chevy owner who owns a product with a 350 knows.
Hours later at the trail going to the ghost town.
Keith stopped the Suburban setting the parking brake. "Your turn Shetland, don't look surprised. It's like your 1979 ¾ ton 4x4."
Kris let out his breath. "Ok, but which direction I go?"
Keith took out the trail map showing him the trail marked with a red line. "It's an easy trail, just don't go over twenty five MPH. I am taking a nap, just relax and follow the trail. If there's any trouble wake me up." He goes out side to the rear door and lies on the back seat.
Kris slid over to the driver's side putting on the seat belt. The guy started the engine releasing the parking brake and shifted the transmission into first. "We should have taken the Blazer instead of this tank."
"You'll find out in a few miles why we took this." Keith muttered from the back seat.
"Yeah, I bet you just wanted to take this monster on the trails." Kris said quietly as he watched the trail.
Minutes later, he heard Keith snoring. "Come on man, when are you going to get treated for that problem. Next thing he'll do is let one go."
Then Keith did farted making a loud ripping sound that lasted for a few seconds. Kris cussed rolling down the window. He found Keith's respirator putting it on. "Dam Keith did you half to eat all that chili before we left." His friend let out another one. "Your going to pay for this old friend, I am going to sew your ass shut!"
Minutes later unknown to Kris, he made a wrong turn. A tree blocked the trail he meant to down, but someone made his or her own trail making Kris think that the new one was the correct one. Kris stopped the SUV looking at the map checking things out. The guy saw a natural tunnel at the side of a mountain. "I think I go this way." He said turning the SUV to the mountain.
Kris turned on the headlights as he drove in the cave. He saw the GPS unit giving Lost of signal error screen and he rolled up the window. "I was expecting that." The young guy said as he followed the tunnel into the mountain.
The trail in the mountain went down a set of switchbacks and up another set of switchbacks. Kris kept the transmission in second gear while going thru the tunnel. Minutes later, he drove the SUV out of the mountain.
He started to have problems breathing, so he removed respirator rolling down the window. A familiar smell went to his nose. Anyone who walked on the beach near the ocean knew the scent of saltwater.
Keith must have been affected by the smell of the ocean. Kris heard him said some nonsense and gibberish. "Military Combat air Patrol ready."
Kris chuckled as he drove on down the trail. Then something strange happened, an asphalt road appeared and he started driving down it and the sun was setting. He pulled off the road and got out of the SUV.
The smell of the ocean is stronger as he got out. "This is ridiculous, the Great Salt Lake is one hundred and fifty miles away and the Pacific Ocean is five hundred miles away. There is no way that's there's a large body of salt water near here. Why is the sun setting? Daylight should last another five hours."
Kris looked at the GPS unit noting that its still giving it's no signal error screen. Then the night sky changed. He left the SUV again watching as a large tan red-ringed planet started to rise in the sky. "Something tells me that we're not in Wyoming anymore." Then he saw an ocean shore with waves crashing on the rocky shore. "Crap!! Keith is going to be pissed off over this." The young guy said to himself watching the ringed planet rising in the night sky.
He sighed getting back in the SUV starting it up. The young guy spent the next hour looking for that natural tunnel in that mountain, but he couldn't find it. Minutes later, he was back on the paved road filling up the fuel tank. After he tied the fuel can back on the top of the SUV, someone with very hairy arms grabbed him pinning him to the side of the SUV.
A female voice with an accent like someone who has a split upper lip asked. "Who are you and what are you?"
Kris smelled a scent of a fox and then he saw a female body covered in red orange fur with a fox head looking at him. "An anthropomorphic vixen, nice looking one to." The young guy thought to himself looking at the vixen pinning him to the SUV. He tried to escape, but this vixen is no wimp. "What are you?"
The vixen looked at him with her dark green eyes with cat like pupils. "The name is Regina and I am a Cetian. You're on the planet Ceti 79; I hope you're not a Croax."
"What is a Croax?" Asked Kris looking at the way the vixen is dressed. She's wearing a simple shirt that has to be tied with laces and she's wearing homemade pants that went to her knees. Regina has Digit-grade feet meaning she walks on her toes using her tail as a counter balance.
Regina looked him over smelling him. "A race of robotic invaders. They had been attacking us for the last two years."
A noise came from the SUV. "Kris, are we at the ghost town yet?" Keith's voice came from inside the SUV.
"Ah no, we're lost Keith." Replied Kris as one of the rear doors opened.
The older human walked to where he heard Kris's voice. He looked at the night and stood still. Keith then saw Regina holding his friend against the side of his Suburban. "Ok, I am known to sleep thru anything even during a typhoon." Said Keith glancing at the vixen again and back to his friend. "How in the heck did we end up here?"
"I don't know, I followed the trail and went thru a mountain." He stammers. "Then we end up here, I can't find the way back."
Keith knew his best friend is starting to get upset. Years of being in the military taught him discipline. "Relax Kris, get back in the truck and we'll look for the way back. Don't worry; I am not mad at you. We got two more days to find the way back."
Regina pulled out a gun and aimed it Keith. "Get in your transport and go where I tell you." She saw that Keith is heading to her, but the vixen aimed at Kris's' head. "You're military aren't you? Took an oath to keep civilians from harm. Make one move to me or I'll shoot your friend."
Keith had no choice but to do what the vixen demanded. "Alright, you win for now." He gets in the drivers seat, the vixen got in the rear seat sitting behind Kris. "Drive straight for now. I'll tell you when to turn."
The scene changed to a road going along the ocean shore. Kris looked at the scenery smelling the scent of the vixen has gotten stronger. The young guy wouldn't dare roll down the window because for some reason he can sense the gun pointing at him.
Minutes later, they pulled near a two-story building. The two male humans walked according to Regina's instructions. Keith and Kris are lead in the house; it took a minute to take in what they're seeing.
It looked like a living room from the 1970's. Kris walked to a boxy radio picking up a plastic box the size of a paper back. "Keith what is this?"
Keith hadn't seen that type of object in years. He used to have the item in question when he first gotten the Suburban. Right now, the player is on a shelf in his closet until he can get a much-needed belt for the drive assembly. "Kris that's a home 8-track player, the Suburban used to have an 8-track player in it till I put that CD player."
Kris put the cartridge back on the player looking at the other 8-track tapes. He looked at the TV set being the size of a piece of furniture. The young guy looked at the vixen who is keeping her gaze at Keith. "She knows that he's the most dangerous out of both of us."
Regina looked at the human male standing in front of her. She knew a dangerous individual when she saw one. "Alright, hand me the keys to your transport." The vixen said to Keith with an out stretch hand.
Keith looked at the catlike eyes of the vixen looking at him. He knew it he tried to trick her Kris might get hurt. The human sighed handing the keys to the vixen. "Alright I promise you that we won't escape."
The vixen locked the front door and looked at the two humans. She grabbed Kris by the shirt pushing him to the hallway. "He's insurance, so don't try anything tonight." Regina looked one last time at Keith stuffing the keys down the front of her pants.
Keith has been a furry since he was a young kid. Right now, his best friend has just been taken hostage by an anthropomorphic vixen. Now he couldn't do a thing for his friend. He acted like a bodyguard for the young human who stood five foot five and must have weighed 140 pounds soaking wet with a scrawny build. "That vixen must outweigh Kris by twenty pounds and she's the same height as me." The human thought to himself as he curled up on the couch falling asleep.
Regina's room at the current moment.
Kris had no choice but remove his clothing down to his T-shirt and shorts due to the heat of the room. He was going to sleep on the floor, but the vixen made him go on her bed. The young guy had to do this, he turned watching Regina remove her clothing undress.
The vixen has an athletic body with medium size breasts. She's mainly a dark red orange color with a light tan front coloring starting at her cheeks down to her inner thighs. Regina looked at him running her hands on her breasts. "Don't try to sneak out of here, I am a light sleeper."
Kris watched as Regina put on a type of top covering her breasts. He watched as she stuffed the SUV keys between her breasts. The young guy watched as Regina crawled into the bed and drew her body close to him. Having no choice due to the vixen's body heat, he had to remove his T-shirt.
"There now, see I don't bite. In the morning, we will decide what to do with you humans." Regina said with a slight murr in her voice. She pressed her body against his.
Kris steadied his breathing, the vixen is the second female he slept in bed with. The young guy with caution stroked her body feeling the soft fur. He felt the fluffy tail go up between his legs. "I am relaxed, just trying to get use to this !!!!!"
The vixen stuffed her hand down Kris's underwear fondling his testicles. She felt the strange organ get erect. "Hmm, maybe later I'll try it out to see how it feels inside me." Regina murred to Kris giggling at his expression.
In the living room, Keith looked out the window looking at the ringed planet in the sky. The human ran thoughts wondering how going in a cave made them cross light years in the galaxy. "Impossible, this is impossible, it would of taken years to travel this distance. I think it was some sort of portal in that cave, a one billion in chance encounter." He thought to himself falling asleep thinking of all kinds of scientific possibilities of how he and Kris ended up here, because he knew what universe they are now in.
In the bedroom, Kris looked at the vixen sleeping in front of him. He smelled her scent and looked at the elegant fox head with long brown head hair. The young guy sighed falling asleep.
PART TWO Hopefully Wednesday SHETLAND:)