I hate this place
Dam, I hate this place. By Raven Fox. : A male anthro wolf lives in Everett Washington. It's set in an alternate place, where George Bush Sr. got reelected in 1992. Bill Clinton got elected in 1996; his universal health care got passed. This story is combining, the movie alien nation, the PC game Postal 2 and Postal 2 Apocalypse Weekend.
May 2005 Everett Washington, Paradise trailer park, Monday morning.
John wakes up in his RV to the sound of his alarm clock going off. He gets out of bed, walks over to the bathroom area to rubs the oil on his black, gray and white coat. John is a twenty five year old anthro wolf. His kind has been living here for the last nineteen years, after the sun in their galaxy started shooting massive solar flares into their solar system. The scientists on Johns' home planet discovered that the sun was going to do a massive eruption toward their planet. Five star ships launched, Johns' parents were on another one. Their ship was destroyed with the one that tried to pull it away from the path of the solar flare. John watched as his home world was cooked by the massive solar flare. The surviving three ships landed here in the year 1986. The earth population welcomes the various canine and feline anthropomorphic beings. The humans where down to less than a billion due to a massive die off, brought on by the avian flu plague the year before. John got adopted by a human couple, who lost their son to the plague.
The human couple that raised him were nice. They helped him out a lot. John had a good life with them. He joined the U. S. Army after he graduated from high school in 1997. John didn't reenlist, he went to a tech school to study working on heavy machinery. In 2003, both his human parents were killed by a drunk driver who ran over them in a parking lot. The driver only got five years. John knew on his home planet he would have been executed.
John looked at his dark brown eyes in the mirror. "Dam, I hate this place. It's been two years, I miss them, and I wish I was back on my home planet. Wake up John, your planet is nothing but a bunch of asteroids; your real parents are cosmic dust with two million other anthros." He finishes getting ready for work. John walks his dog outside, a sable colored sheltie to have him do his business. A black color pit bull runs up to them to fight the sheltie. John got in front of the pit bull and laid his ears back gave a loud snarl while baring his teeth. The pit bull yelped and ran away leaving a trail of shit on the ground. Tiger did his business and John put the dog in the RV.
A fat balding mans runs up to John. "What did you do to my dog?!"
John just looked at the obese guy who stands two inches shorter than Johns' 5 foot nine height. "Nothing, just shoo it away. It tried to attack my dog in my space."
Fat man said. "Why do you have such a worthless small dog?"
John felt a lot of anger inside. "This dog I have, is a Shetland sheep dog, they are bread for herding livestock. They have a purpose; they're a working breed, not a fighting breed that attacks other dogs. This dog I have, belonged to my human mother. Keep your dog chained up. I have to keep mine chained up, if he goes in my yard again, I am calling animal control."
The fat man looks at John. "Don't you dare call animal control, they'll kill my dog." He waddles off.
John called after him. "Keep him chained and I won't." John bared his teeth at him, got in the 1980 Chevy Luv truck. It turned over slowly. He started the RV and jump started the Chevy truck. The amp gauge was at the discharge reading, it died when John disconnected the jumper cables. "I'll look at it later. My human dad gave me this truck, don't bang on it."
John rode his bicycle to work. He pulled into his place of employment. He was going to start work when his boss called him in his office. "John, I am sorry, I have to let you go. You can come back on Friday and pick up your last check." John looks at his boss and walked out.
John rode his bicycle thinking to himself. "Well, now I got a reason to leave this place. I got no job. It's a good thing that I won that two million dollars a month ago. I can just leave now, but I'll collect my last check. But first, I better get my truck fixed."
John pulled into a Napa auto parts store. He walked up to the counter. A young male cougar is at the computer. "Good luck for me, the cats were always smart." John thought to himself. John explained what he needed an alternator for his truck.
The cougar shook his head. "Well bud, I can get you one. I won't have it until Wednesday afternoon. Is that going to be a problem?"
John looked at the cougar. "No problem, I got another vehicle. I can wait for Wednesday. Do you take Visa?"
The cougar did a laugh with a bit of a growl in it. He takes Johns' credit card and ran it. "The afternoon deliveries come in between 2-3." John waved goodbye and walked out.
He sat on his bicycle, thinking. "Lets' see, I need one quart of milk. One bag of dog food for Tiger. Two pounds of extra lean hamburger for me. Looks like I am going to the store run by the rednecks named Wall-mart." John pedaled out of the Napa parking lot.
At Wall-mart, John got the stuff he needed. He looked around the place. "Well, they have everything you need here. But, I heard they treat their employees' like crap. I wouldn't work here." He goes through the check out stand and heads' back home.
Outside his RV, fat man waddles up to him. "How come you're home so early?"
John looks at the disgusting guy. "It's none of your business, but I'll tell you. I got the rest of the week off, due to business being slow. So, be on your best behavior, I want to enjoy my little vacation."
Fat man looks at John. "I think you lost your job."
John glares at him. "Bull shit! I'll be back at work next Monday. So be a good neighbor, keep your dog chained up, let me be and everything will be fine."
Terry the owner of the park walked up, he's an older guy with gray hair. Fat man tried telling him about John scaring his dog. John then told Mat about the morning's incident. "Brad, I told you about keeping that dangerous dog chained up. I have three toddlers under the age of five in this area. The pit bull breed has a bad reputation. John has every right to defend his Sheltie. That Sheltie belong to Johns' human mother Brad. If I see your pit bull wandering around the park unchained I'll call animal control my self. So John on vacation?" Brad waddles back to his trailer.
It took all of Johns' self control from laughing from the sight of Brad waddling back to his trailer. John explained to Terry that he has the rest of the week off from work and he'll have the rent money Friday morning as normal. John went and got Tiger, had him do his business outside. John wash himself in the shower, brushed his coat. He spent the rest of the day planning the last week in this messed up town in this messed up state. "I am going to say goodbye for good to my human parents tomorrow. I got to have closure; they did raise me since I was six." John noticed Tiger looking at him. "Sorry little bud, no dogs allowed at the cemetery." He chuckled at the remark he just said.
Tuesday
"Dam, I left my wallet and keys at the RV. I locked my self out, all well I got the spare hidden above the fuel tank." John pedaled eight miles to the cemetery. He went to his parent's grave stone, brushed the dirt off and laid some flowers on it. John closed his eyes, thought back to the time they adopted him. He remembered the years living with them, support from them when he went into the army to serve. John was in the process of opening his eyes to leave when he was struck from behind and his world went black.
He awoke with a splitting headache. John tasted plastic in his muzzle. There is something tied around the muzzle. He heard some talking.
"Is the gimp ready?" Said voice one
"Yep he's ready. Got a nice young male wolf." Said voice two.
Voice one replied. "Get him, get him please?"
Voice two answered. "Alright, you horny son of a bitch. Gee your lucky we're related or I'll smack ya."
During the talking, John got his hands undone. "Stupid idiots, using rope to tie up a wolf. Don't these hairless monkeys' ever learn? I forgot they are two thousand years behind us in technology, stupid primates." He heard only two voices. "So there are two of you. You both must be human, if there was an anthro, I would have been properly secured." John noticed he's in a large wooden box. He pushed the lid open and attacked the two humans. Five seconds later they were both unconscious. John saw a mirror and almost threw up.
He is in a gimp outfit. There is a black piece of leather tied to his head covering his ears and muzzle only showing his eyes. John's body is in a fishnet outfit, he's wearing a black leather bra and underwear. The underwear is showing his ass checks, adding insult his tail has pink bows on it. John removed the outfit and bows. He found a black T-shirt, blue jeans with a black trench coat. John took a pair of dark sunglasses and put them on, he looked in the mirror. "Much better, this is me. Now to get the fuck out of here." John went through the wallets of the two unconscious guys, he only took the cash. He got the guys real close, stuck a hand in each others' crouch and stuck the other hands down the ass cracks. "Sorry guys, I am straight. I don't do humans, not enough hair on their bodies. Plus they are too small for my equipment." John walked out of the room.
John looked around outside the door. He saw a concrete tunnel with pipes running through it. "I think, I am near an area that has a lot of buildings. I hope I am still in Everett. I hate that city Seattle, to many pan handlers." He saw something lying on the ground. It's a pair of metallic gloves. "Whoa! I have not seen these since I was on the home world. The canines use these for climbing stuff. These are very rare. Sweet, I'll keep these, might come in handy." John examine the gloves closer, saw the name of the owner inscribe in the anthros language. "I know that family, bunch of nice Collie folk. They were farmers, understand why they have these. They also have the hottest daughters." John felt his penis unsheathe thinking of a naked female collie.
He wandered through the tunnels. Once in a while he'll scratch an area with the gloves. The alloy the gloves are made of a alloy that doesn't wear out, stick one of the claws on a spinning grinding wheel, the grinding wheel will get a grove cut in it with no damage to the claw. The gloves are indestructible. First they are forged, then sharpen and stuck in an extreme cold of minus 550 degrees, to cure the alloy. They are light as a feather, and feels like a second skin. John came to a dead end. He heard one human voice in the distance. "Idiot, giving away your position. Bad mistake, you don't do that when tracking someone. I better try getting around him, if I end up killing someone, I'll never get out of this state." John takes a different route.
He finds a door, uses a claw on the glove to pick the lock. John looks at the room he is now in. he sees a bunch of machinery in the space and mazes of pipes. "Alright, now I am in the bowels of a building. Looks like an office building from the type of machinery." John starts climbing the metal stairs up.
A bullet hit's the rail near John. "No you are not leaving this place boy. Come on down here gimp, or the next one will hit you." Said a stupid sounding voice.
John looked down at the guy pointing the rife at him. The guy is dressed like a hunter wannabe. John vaulted over the rail, used pipes to control his movement and landed two feet in front of the guy. The guy is unconscious before he had a chance to raise his rife. "Looks like he never saw a wolf do that." John blocked the door and grabbed the rife with the bandolier the guy is wearing. He tied the hunter wannabe up, and continued going up.
While ascending the stairs to get out of this building, John put the rife under the trench coat. "Don't want to attract attention. Looks like I am almost out of here." John used a back door to get out of the building. He walked to the main street. "All right, I am two blocks from the cemetery, first I better get this wound in the back of my head looked at. I am one block from the hospital. I am glad I recovered my card from those weirdo's." John walks off.
A vixen is looking at the unconscious guy tied to a rail. "Well my human friend. You guys messed with a wolf, big fucken mistake. You're lucky to be alive. Male wolves have a habit of tearing living things apart when provoked." She sniffs the guy. "Mid twenties, single and living with a domestic dog, something familiar about this scent."
"Dam detective Jane, you're good." Said a male cop by the vixen. "How are we going to find him?"
Jane stands up brushing herself off. "I heard these guys like to have gay sex acts with male canine anthros. They did a stupid thing by messing with a male wolf."
"Detective look at this!" Said a female cop pointing at a scratch pattern on a rail. Jane examines the pattern real close. "That is a stainless steel rail, a claw can't do that!" Said the cop.
Jane whistled. "Climbing gloves, very rare. On the home planet, canines used them for climbing things. They are made of an indestructible alloy. Throw one in a very hot forge, they won't melt. Run them over with a steam roller, you end up buying a new roller for the steam roller."
The male cop asked. "What do you mean, that a wolf will tear someone apart?"
Jane replied. "A male wolf, hates it when somebody tries to provoke him, the person will be given a warning first, if ignored, the person will be ripped apart. Wolves were used in our military on the home world, they are strong and loyal. I heard your military loves them."
The female cop asked. "Is it true about a male wolf being well equipped between the legs?"
Jane smiled. "Yes they are. I haven't had that experience, but a few friends of mine did."
Another cop walked up with an outfit. "Detective look at this, plus there are two more guys knocked out."
Jane examined the outfit. The other cops heard her mutter something in her native tongue. One of the male cops face went white, he understood what she said. The guy tied to the rail is waking up. "Dam, I didn't know wolves can fly."
He's grabbed on the shirt by Jane. "You're lucky to be still breathing idiot. What coloring is he?"
The guy looked at the vixen. "He's five foot nine. Medium to large build, gray, black and white fur coloring. Very athletic and agile, felt like getting hit by a truck when he punched me."
Jane let go of the guy. "Arrest him; we are dealing with a gray wolf. It's going to be hard finding him. That type of wolf is very smart, and common. I'll know him when I see him."
A male cop asked. "How?"
Jane turns her head to the cop. "I never forget a smell. Have this bozo and his buddies look at mug shots, charge them with the new hate crime law. If they point out any body, call me. I am going outside and look around." She walks out of the room. Jane notices some blood on the floor. "So my friend you're hurt. I think I'll visit the hospital down the street."
John walked out of the hospital. "That was quick, hardly anybody in there. I love the current health care system. I only paid five bucks for the pills. The e-room visit was free; I only spent an hour in there." John walks through the parking lot, the wind is blowing toward him. He watches as a fox vixen with long to the shoulders dark brown head hair walk in the emergency room. "Very hot, I'll do that. 36,24and 35, the right measurements. I hope it's not serious." John gets the rife and bandolier from the hiding place and walks to the cemetery.
Jane walked out of the emergency room with a print out. "I missed you by two minutes. You're a nice looking wolf; I just want to talk to you. According to the people at the emergency room, you're on foot and you left ten seconds before I walked in." Jane looks around and see's no wolves. "So you have three staples in your scalp from those guys, plus you lost your job yesterday. The gal at the emergency room says that you're going to the cemetery. I'll make that my first stop." She walks to her car and drives to the cemetery.
John walks to the grave marker of his parents. Say's goodbye and walks to his bicycle, he did see the Ford Taurus following him. John lost the car by randomly weaving around buildings and went down a trail.
"Dam, you're good my canine friend. It's no wonder our military used you guys." Jane drives back to the cemetery. She walks to the grave marker where the wolf was standing at. Jane looks at the names. "Oh, I remember those people. I work on that case; they did adopt a six year old wolf when we landed here. I was nine at the landing. Oh Jack, I remember him, for a six year old, he was very smart. We lost touch, you're heading home right now, but you saw this car. I know who I am dealing with now. I got to out fox you." Jane laughs at her remark.
John rides up to his RV, he looks around for the car from the cemetery. "Dam weirdo's, I am not going back in that area till I get my truck fixed." He puts his bicycle away, along with the rife and stuff.
A voice said. "You should turn that weapon into the police."
John turned around and looked at Jane. "Finders keepers. You don't want to know what happen to me. I have every right to that rife, who are you?"
Jane looks at John with a sad expression. "Oh John, think back during the time we traveled through space, I held you when you cried when your parents ship was destroyed by a solar flare."
John looked at the vixen. "Jane, oh I remember. You wanted to adopt me, but your parents said they had too many kids. I am sorry Jane, I am keeping the rife. If that hunter group comes after me, I am ending their lives. The justice system on this planet sucks, they let criminals walk. The guy who killed my human parents is being let out of prison in three years. I know the police will release those guys who attacked me out of jail in a couple of days."
Jane shook her head. "Why did you spare their lives?"
John grinned. "I was raised by humans."
Jane laughed at Johns answer. "I am glad you did spare their lives or I'll be arresting you. John, I am a detective. I want you to tell me what happen to you." She takes out a pen, pad and starts writing on it.
John sighed and told Jane what happen during the day. He noticed she scowled when he told her of the outfit they stuck on him. John noticed the smirk on her muzzle, when he told her what he did to the unconscious bodies. "All right, I think that will be it for now. John, I think you should give me that rife and stuff." Said Jane.
"I'll trade you one 30-06 rife for a hard hitting hand gun." John said to Jane.
Jane walks away, a car pulls up. She opens the trunk of her car, tossed a holster to Jack. "10 mill. It has the hitting power of a 45 and the accuracy of a 9mill. Don't lose it; be careful it has a kick to it. Hold it with both your hands when you fire it."
John looked the hand gun over with a grin on his muzzle. He gave Jane the rife and bandolier. "I'll give you those climbing gloves later on; I have a feeling that I'll need them. They belong to the Chrisoms'. I think you can locate the rightful owners later on." He shows her the gloves.
Jane examined the gloves. She looked at finely crafted metallic gloves. Jane put one on, it felt like fabric on her hand. She flexed her fingers and looked at the ¾ inch claws and looked at the owners name scribe on wrist area. "John I haven't see a pair of these since I was nine years old. These are very rare, like the gun don't lose these. This pair was expensive and custom made. The owner special order these, the name was scribed before the cold treatment." She hands the gloves back to John. "Be careful John. That group has people that intimidate anthros that try to press charges."
John looked at Jane. "Bring them on. I have no family right now. If they try some stuff with me, they'll be wishing that they never have missed with a wolf."
Jane grinned. "Now you're talking like a member of your race. I'll see you later John, take it easy." She drives off.
John watched the car drive off. He thought back of the young vixen holding him while he was crying. "You sure turned out nice. It's a shame will be separated again. Jane, I am leaving this place Sunday evening. I am moving to Evanston, Wyoming. The town is 60% anthros. Well no use sulking, start working on the RV and get it ready for the long trip." John looks around; he crawls under the RV and gets his spare key.
John spent the rest of the day working on the RV. He went to the auto parts store to get parts. John changed the oil and inspected the brakes. He replaced exterior lights that were out, changed the fuel filter. "Well, I think it's ready for the move. Work on the truck tomorrow and I am all set."
John puts away his tools.
Wednesday
He went to his bank and found out the bank has a branch in Evanston. "Sweet, I hope my luck holds up. When I get there, I'll just transfer stuff to that branch." John looks at his watch, its noon. "Just three more hours and the alternator will be at the store." He leaves the bank waving at the teller. At the parking lot, three dumb looking guys walked up to him. "Looks like somebody wants to play with me."
One of the guys looks at John. "Drop the charges against our buddies or we will do a job on you!"
John glares at the trio. "I am sorry, fishnet outfit is not me. I hate the color pink, it's a girls color, plus I hate leather underwear, it chafes my fur. I suggest you leave while you guys can still walk." The three guys started walking toward John again. "Oh you want to play with me." John takes off the trench coat and cracks his knuckles.
Jane looked at the three unconscious guys lying in the parking lot. She shook her head. "Those guys picked the wrong anthro to intimidate." One of the guys is waking up, she walks up to him and stares down to him. "I suggest you leave that wolf alone, or the next person looking at you is a mortician." Jane looks around. She sees no sign of John. "Arrest them for assault." She watches as the three guys get put in the police cars. "John you must still be in a good mood. The bank security cameras caught the whole fight. They threw the first punch, dam you are fast it was over in less than ten seconds." She thought to herself.
A uniform officer walked up to Jane. "It's for you." The cop hands Jane a piece paper. Jane looks at the male cop. He said "It was in a shirt pocket on one of these guys." Jane read it: Hi Jane. Tell this group to leave me alone. I just want to be left alone. Politely tell them, the next bunch will have some broken bones. If that doesn't do that, you morticians will start having customers. You sure turned out nice. But, I am moving next Sunday. John.
Jane sighed. "I better talk to John later today. I want to know where he is moving to. I have the urge to have sex with a wolf." Jane gets in her car and drove off.
Four hours later, John is putting the new alternator in his truck. He heard a car pull up. "Hi Jane, I take it you got my note."
Jane smiled. "Your good John, how did you know it was me?"
John chuckled. "You're the only person I know who drives a Ford Taurus, plus I know your scent. Foxes aren't the only canines with a good sense of smell."
Jane laughed. "So you're leaving on Sunday, leaving this state."
John looked at her. "Yes I am leaving. My employer replaced me with a guy from Mexico. I had enough of this place. A friend from the Army got me a job in Evanston Wyoming. I am sorry Jane; I can't stay here any more. If things were different, I would like to get to know you again." John starts working on the truck again.
Jane watches John for a minute. She looked at John's muscular body as he is bent over the engine compartment of the small Chevy truck. Jane stared at his firm butt. She walked up to John who is shirtless. Jane hugged John from behind, she felt him tense as she pressed her chest on his back. "Take a break for awhile. I want to know if the rumors about the equipment on wolves are true." Jane grabbed Johns hand and led him to his RV.
John lay on his bed as he watched the vixen removed her clothing. He looked at the firm breasts with one inch pink areolas. John looked at the white furred front as Jane removed her panties. This is going to be the second time of sexual intercourse for John; his first time was with a collie while in the Army.
Jane walked up to the bed and looked at John's body. She directed her gaze to Johns large sheathe and package. "So the rumors are true." Jane grabbed the sheathe and played with it. She watched as the big penis emerges. Jane looked at the large organ; she licked it for a minute and watch John squirm on the bed. Jane climbed on the bed and straddled John, she grabbed John's penis and guided it inside her as she sat down on him. Jane felt the large organ enter her; she felt John's hands caress her butt. She felt him feel her breasts once in a while. Jane felt John lick her areolas once in a while; she felt a wave of pleasure pass through her body. Jane felt an orgasm building up, did her motion faster, she orgasm. Jane looked at John and smiled, she watched his as his face changed. Jane heard John yelled and felt his penis spray a bunch of cum inside her. She gave him a deep kiss and said goodbye to him.
Later on at her place, Jane was talking to her friend Kathy another vixen. Kathy noticed Jane walking funny. "I take it that you had sex with a male wolf."
Jane smiled. "Yes I did. He's an old friend of mine. I sure want to do it again, but the after effects make me sore."
Kathy laughed. "Don't worry Jane, after a few times the pain stops. How big is your old friend?"
Jane looked at Kathy. "If you're asking about his equipment, he's huge." Jane and Kathy laughed, and then spent the rest of the evening talking to each other.
Thursday
John is now driving his truck. He spent most if the day getting stuff for the move. John reserved an auto transport for his truck to be pulled behind the RV. John is going to pick up the transport Saturday night. He turned in the old alternator for his core refund. While walking out of the auto parts store. John is confronted by four large guys with baseball bats. "Oh, this is going to be fun. Hand to hand combat with weapons, my favorite game while I was in the Army." John said while removing the trench coat.
Jane watched as the four guys are loaded into four aid cars. "John did what said he was going to do. But according to witnesses, they hit John first. All I can do is get a statement from him, because they threw the first blow." She looked at a note that was in a pocket: Jane, I changed my mind. I got a few days left in this state, last thing I need is to be charged with murder. So I'll keep defending my self till I leave Sunday night. Your friend John. Jane shook her head. "Well John, I think you're a little human. That doesn't bother me; at least you don't want any trouble. You just want to leave quietly, I understand that." She watches as the last guy is loaded. "Stupid hairless monkeys, it's no wonder the monkeys on the home world became extinct. Only the leader remains of this group, I hope he is smart and stops coming after John. He will be the worlds biggest idiot if he goes after John, but we'll have the entire gang if he does." Jane thought to herself.
A young male cougar is watching the commotion outside. "Dam, that wolf fights like one of my kind. I almost felt sorry for those humans, but they started it. I am glad the police are not arresting him, this store made a lot of money from him in the last few days. That female detective is hot, but I prefer female felines and the occasional female human." He chuckles to himself and continues his work.
Friday
John did some final checks on his vehicles. He inspected the hitch assembly on the RV. John did one final look over on the RV. "OK, all I got to do is fill the fresh water tank Sunday morning and flush the sewage tank. I'll top off the fuel tank at the Shell station down the street and the propane tank." John is going into the RV when Brad waddles up to him. "Now what!" As he looks at the guy waddling up to him.
Brad glared at John. "You better drop the charges on my friends or I'll kill you and your little mutt dog!"
John started laughing. "You got to be kidding me. Jane told me there is a leader of that group, but I expected somebody more intimidating. I am sorry, don't mean to be rude. Brad, I am not going to drop the charges. Your little group assaulted me and dress me like a member of a Harlem. Consider your group lucky that I didn't rip them apart; wolves have a habit of doing that. Brad, if want some advice from me, I am going to give you some right now, turn around and walk away or you'll join the last four in the hospital." John puts on the metallic gloves.
Brad knocked John on the ground. John landed on his left hand, he tried to free his hand, but John saw the pit bull running toward him. He stuck his right hand in the dogs' mouth to buy him some time to free his trapped left hand. John knew the pit bull breed has strong jaw muscles, but the metal gloves saved Johns hand due to the alloy that made the gloves. He only felt a squeeze, then the dog let go making a strange cry and it ran off. John saw Tiger with the pit bulls' testicles in his jaws. Brad raised a board to club Tiger, but John saw the fat mans' eyes rolled up and he fell. John saw a couple of large needles in Brads' back with wires going to a stun gun held by Jane.
John got up and dusted himself off. He watched as Jane handcuffed Brad. Tiger walked up to John and dropped the testicles on the ground. Jane looked at them. "Are those what I think they are?" John nodded. "I better call animal control on that pit bull or it will seriously hurt someone." Jane talked on her radio for a minute. The police took Brad to jail; animal control took the pit bull to the animal shelter and the testicles. The animal control officers chuckled when they found out the pit bull got neutered by a sheltie. John gave the hand gun and gloves to Jane. They said their goodbyes. John watched as she drove off. Terry walked up, John told him about what happen to him this week. Terry shook his head and walked off.
Sunday night
John crossed the bridge over the river to the state of Organ. He stuck his left hand out of the window of the RV and extended his middle finger. "Fuck you Washington State!" John yelled, Tiger barked.
Monday morning Paradise trailer park.
A man is wandering around the park. Terry walked up to him. "Can I help you?"
The man looked at Terry. "Yes you can. I am Johns' employer; I was going to rehire him because the guy from Mexico got deported for being an illegal."
Terry shook his head. "To bad for you, John is going to a new job out of state." Terry looked the guy in the eye. "Let this be a lesson for you. The next time you want to save a few bucks, you get what you pay for. I don't feel sorry for you, you were greedy and now you're paying the price. I hope you learn your lesson." Terry walks off. The guy stood there looking at the empty RV space.
John is five miles from Evanston when he saw a large craft do a rough landing in the valley. "Dam, one of them survived that large solar flare!" He stops the RV and walks to the starship. The ship is badly scorched but in one piece. John noticed some old repairs on the ship. He walks up to the main hatch with caution. John saw a lot of anthropomorphic beings leaving the ship. He saw an older wolf couple walk out, he knew them. "Oh my, MOM DAD!" John cried aloud. He ran up to them.
The wolf couple saw the male wolf run up to them. "It's John, Sammy it's our son!" Said the female wolf. She hugged John and so did Sammy. They stayed a while to answer the questions from the local police. The police allowed John to put his parents in his care till things get straightened out. John found out that the doomed planet shielded the starship from the flare, but the hyper drive was badly damaged. A one month trip has taken almost twenty years. The passengers survived, all of them. The ships' crew did gather raw materials for supporting the passengers on different planets, but they were not livable. The surviving starship followed a beacon from one of the three ships. John while driving the RV listens to his parents' story. "John, isn't this vehicle kind of ancient?" His mom asked. John laughed as he drove into Evanston.
Epilogue, two weeks later.
John purchased a house for his parents. The reunited family is going thru counseling; every thing is going good for John. His dad got himself a job; they are getting to know each other again. One evening there is a knock on the door, his mom answered it. "John, it's for you. A vixen named Jane wants to talk to you." John walks to the door; Jane is talking to his mom.
Jane looked at John and smiled. "I see that you're having a family reunion." John smiled and nodded. "John that group was charged with kidnapping and sexual assault. The other victims re filed their charges. They are going to be in prison for a long time. One last thing, I just transferred here in Evanston, I am replacing a guy who's retiring. Do you want to get to know me again?'
John gave her a big hug and kiss. "Yes I do Jane. Let me introduce you to my parents."
Jane looked at Tiger. "We can use a dog like him in the police force."
John laughed. "I don't think so. His days of fighting the bad guys are over." As John lead Jane inside the house to introduce her to his family. "I love this place." Said John to himself.
The End
I hope you guys and gals liked this one. I am suffering from writers block on chapter 7 of the fall of the modern age. Shetlands story, Weekend trip will be done in a week. I am cleaning up another old story called, Second chance at life, It's another human male getting changed into a female anthro being, due to a bad car crash and him getting badly burned. Yes it's another revenge story.