The Passenger II: Berry
Chatter greeted the skunk's ears as the door opened. Chatter and the sound of a bell chiming. A young female squirrel laughed at something said by someone else, likely the other person there. That person was a larger female badger with numerous facial piercings who stood behind the counter. The sound of the bell caused her to turn her head to smile at the skunk. Following the skunk into the tattoo and piercing shop was a brown furred wolf with purple head fur and piercings in his ears. The wolf put his hand on the skunk's back and said, "Don't worry so much. It's not going to hurt. I've bitten you harder."
"That's not the point," said the skunk in protest. His voice trailed off and his ears flattened when he realized the other people in the shop must have heard.
"Hi boys," said the badger, a half-smirk on her muzzle. "Berry, love. I've not seen you in weeks. Where've you been keeping yourself?"
The skunk smirked himself then and repeated under his breath, "Berry."
The wolf pushed him back playfully and stepped forward, slipping behind the counter as though he worked there. He swept up the badger woman a hug. "I've been around. Hello Patty."
The badger hugged the wolf back with a giggle, "Patricia, love. Call me Patricia."
"You call me Beredly," the wolf responded.
The badger woman shook her head, maintaining the half-smirk. "Never."
Beredly stepped away from her and back the skunk, addressing him. "See what I have to deal with?" he asked, not waiting for an answer before he turned back to her. "My mephit here needs some new holes."
"Already tired of the ones he's got? Tsk, you're such a finicky boy," said Patricia as she ducked behind the counter, pulling a clipboard with a pencil tied to it out. She turned to the skunk, "Oh dearest, never mind me. I've known Berry since he was a pup. I'm only teasing. Now, this is the consent form. Just fill it out. You're obviously of age, you can ignore all the guardian business."
Beredly was admiring the jewelry under the counter. "I guess just standard rings will do. Right, Evan?"
The skunk looked up then from the paperwork he was almost done filling out, "Huh? Yeah. Rings. Two of them on my left ear."
Beredly nodded, his tail flicking about eagerly, "They'll look so good on you, Evan."
Evan giggled nervously as he finished filling out the paper. Patricia took the clipboard from him and filled out her section at the bottom and told him the price. Evan dug out his wallet and paid in cash. Patricia then motioned him to the couch where the squirrel girl was sitting, saying "Kurt will be out soon."
Beredly sat on the opposite end of the couch from the squirrel, leaving Evan to sit in the middle. She had a nose ring and a pair of studs in her lower lip. She also had a bar in her left ear and a pair of studs in her right. She sat still for a few moments while Evan looked her over, not realizing he was staring, before she said "Whaddya staring at, skunkie? Never seen a girl before?"
Evan snapped out of the trance he almost had fallen into then, his ears flattening again. "Oh no. I mean, yes. Of course I have. Sorry. I just was looking at your piercings. I mean, I am getting my first ones..." and he trailed off, looking down. "Never mind me!"
Beredly laughed then, "Don't worry about it Evan. Lucy just isn't playing nice. Are you, Lucy?"
Lucy the squirrel smirked. "He's a lot cuter than the last boy you brought in here, Berry."
Beredly's laugh turned into a sputter then, "I didn't.. I never.."
That's when a door behind the counter opened up and out stepped a reptilian gentleman wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. His scales were a dark purple at their lightest, those ones reflecting the light. He raised a hand and waved towards us, his voice soft, "Oh it's you Beredly. Bring the skunk. You can sit with him."
Evan stood up and took a step towards the front door as if to bolt before Beredly put his paw on his shoulder. "Don't worry, Evan. He's just being Kurt. He's great at this. Did you see the work he's done on himself?"
Evan realized he didn't even notice the piercings but as he was led into the back room with Beredly, he did. The reptile had a number of black rings embedded in his dark scales in a figure eight pattern centered between the horns on his head. There must have been dozens. Evan muttered, "Wow."
"You like? I did many myself, but it's also how I teach new piercers how to do the more unusual jobs. Not like yours. Yours is usual. Easy. You look nervous and you should not," and he looked towards Beredly. "Hold his hand."
Evan sat in the chair. He thought to himself that it felt a bit like a dentist's chair. He even was leaned back a bit. "Just two rings," Kurt muttered to himself before he turned to a storage case on the wall. He pulled out a pair of steel rings in individual packaging. He tossed them on a tray and stepped to a sink, washing his hands thoroughly.
At that point, a cacophony of drums peal through the speakers on the roof before the volume is caught by whoever turned the stereo on. Lust for Life by Iggy Pop, the percussive drums and bass line start to entrance Evan and he barely even realizes what's happened. By the time the song is over, he feels Beredly's paw gripping his tight and a pair of steel rings have been embedded in his left ear. Kurt gave him instructions on care and cleaning, even provided a little pamphlet called "Your First Piercing". He also suggested heading home for the night, not doing anything strenuous until the next day.
On their way out of the piercing shop, Beredly leaned over and kissed Evan on the cheek. "You're so brave, skunkie. And they look so good on you."
Evan looked at himself sideways in a mirror by the door. He thought to himself that they did look good. Then he twitched his ear and winced, a brief sharp twinge of pain making him regret the movement. "Guess I have to be careful," he said softly.
The bell dinged as Beredly pushed the door open and the chill night air rushed into the shop. Evan grinned and looked back as Patty called out, "See you soon, Berry!" to which Beredly responded with a wave.
"Berry," Evan repeated, grinning. "I love it."
The purple haired wolf tugged the hood of his black sweater over his head and put his paws in the pocket on the stomach. "Chilly out here tonight. Follow me, cutie."
The skunk nodded and zipped up his jacket. It was blue and didn't have a hood. He lifted the collar up and ducked his chin into the neck, saying "It is cold. Where are we going?"
The wolf responded with a grin, his tail twitching nervously behind him as he peered down each alley they passed, eventually stopping at one between a used clothing store and a coffee shop. "Follow me, sweetie!" he said to his skunk companion as he turned, disappearing out of the glow of the street lights into the black alley.
Evan followed nervously and the two found themselves behind a pair of dumpsters. The alley seemed empty. The noises of the street filtered between the buildings in a way the skunk found odd. He felt very far away from the road and the world. Then a familiar smell hit his nose and he said, "Berry! Here?"
The wolf coughed under his breath and held a little hand-rolled joint to the skunk, the smoke around him vanishing into the black. Evan took the joint and held it to his lips, inhaling loudly. Beredly giggled and held his paw out to take the joint back as Evan held the smoke in. The wolf flicked ash off the tip and inhaled again, this time not coughing and holding the smoke for quite a while as the skunk let his go.
The wolf, holding his breath, tilted his head and leaned in to his skunk, holding the joint away from them both. The skunk looked at his lover with a happy chitter in his throat, opening his muzzle and tilting his head appropriately. The wolf then pressed his lips against Evan's, exhaling the smoke into his mouth. The skunk inhaled and tilted his head back, breaking the kiss as the wolf let the rest of the smoke go free. He went to take another puff from his joint as the skunk let the recycled smoke go. The skunk looked at his wolf with half-lidded eyes, "You're beautiful, Berry."
The wolf coughed again and handed the joint to the skunk, who finished it and tossed it into a puddle behind the dumpster. "Don't call me that, Evan. Please. I hate that name."
The skunk laughed, "You're so sweet, Berry. So juicy. I want to bite into you now," he said, leaning into the wolf a little deep, his paws roaming under Beredly's sweater and t-shirt. "Let me taste you, Berry."
Beredly growled in his throat and took hold of the groping skunk's wrists, pulling them away from him and twisting him around playfully, so his back was to the wolf. "That's enough of that, Evan. Don't call me Berry."
Evan laughed and pushed his rump firmly against the wolf's crotch, leaning forward. "Take me here, Berry. Give it to me," the stoned and horny skunk said. "Let me be your juicer."
The wolf's hard cock was straining against the fabric of his pants, the skunk's brazen words making him quite aroused. "Okay, sweetie. Undo your pants," he ordered as he let the skunks wrists go, bringing one paw to his own pants, undoing the zipper and fishing his hard cock out. The cold night air blew over the dribbling tip and he whimpered, "Get your ass out. I'm taking it right here in the alley."
The sound of a truck passing in the distance hit Evan's ears and he let out a happy churr, closing his eyes and undoing his pants and loosening his belt, letting the top of his pants drop below his black furred rump while the belt still held its place above his tail. "Fuck me, please. Right here," the skunk pleaded, wriggling his rump about as his tail swished in a slow s-shaped pattern between him and the wolf.
Beredly grunted and took no time, immediately rubbing his lupine cock-tip against the skunk's tight pucker, smearing his pre-cum around the tight opening. He spit down onto his member a few times, using his fingers to smear it around and leading it to his partner's tight opening. "I will, sweetheart. I'm... okay. Here it comes," he said, pushing the tip into the skunk quickly, roughly. He holds it still for a moment, the near silence of the alley having just been pierced by the skunk letting out a yelp. "Shh, Evan. I'll be gentle."
"N-no. Fuck me hard, Berry," the skunk said, squirming a bit and pushing back against the wolf. "Give it to me. Give it to me deep."
"Damn it, Evan. Don't call me Berry," the purple haired wolf responded as he drove his dick into the skunk hard, fast, not caring who heard the mephit's surprised cry as he took the thick dick deep into his ass. The wolf repeated himself, each word punctuated with a fierce thrust into the skunk's ass, "Don't call me Berry!"
The skunk gasped and shook, yelping and moaning. He pushed back hard against the wolf as he took him, deliberately clenching his ass around the penetrating member. "S-sorry. I won't do it again," he panted between these involuntary noises before he barked a laugh, "Berry!"
Beredly growled loudly at that, thrusting harder at the skunk. His knot teased his boyfriend's hole as his thrusting became fiercer and rougher. His paws gripped the skunk hard, holding him in place as he fucked him behind the dumpster.
"Give me your knot, Berry," the skunk gasped. "I don't care. We can stay back here for an hour if we have to, give it to me," the skunk practically begged, pushing back hard against the almost fist-sized knot at the base of Beredly's cock.
The wolf, in a fit of lust started pushing his throbbing knot against the skunk's tight hole, trying to wedge it into him. "Fuck yeah, Evan. You're.."
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Red and blue lights flashed into the alley matching the sudden siren noise as a police car screeched to a stop on the other side of the dumpsters. The wolf jumped back, pulling his cock out of the skunk abruptly, causing the skunk to let out an uncomfortable shriek. "Run, Evan," the wolf whispered loudly as he turned and ran deeper into the alley.
Evan tried to do his pants back up, but when he saw a uniformed sergal step around the dumpster and shine a flashlight right at him, he just held them closed around his waist and ran, following the wolf. He heard splashing, the sound of wood falling on the cement and a soft ripping noise to the right, where the alley they were in met the larger alley behind the line of shops they passed. Evan started running to the right when he heard the sergal police officer shout "Stop, you two!"
Evan followed where he heard Beredly running, back towards where the tattoo and piercing shop was, ducking back and forth behind dumpsters. The skunk saw that the wolf ripped the backside of his cargo pants, his blue boxers showing through a tear in the fabric. The skunk also saw what tore it, a jagged edge on a pile of wood partly collapsed in the alley. It looked like Beredly tried to pull it down, but left it only partly collapsed. As the skunk passed by it, he kicked back and the wood fell into the water below, partly blocking the alley behind him.
The sergal shouted, "What the hell? You bastards!" but the skunk and wolf had turned down an alley, out of sight of the police officer. They ran through to the street, seeing the police car parked several buildings down at the alley they were in. They turned the other direction just in time to see a bus stop conveniently right where they had emerged. The skunk had finished doing up his pants just in time to see Beredly motion him to follow onto the public transit vehicle. The skunk hopped up on board, the wolf paid both of their fares and sat. He pointed back to where the police sergal had emerged from the alley.
Evan looked back and nodded, out of breath. Beredly sat back in his seat, his adrenaline wearing off and his own exhaustion from the sudden exertion taking over. He looked up as the bus drove down the winding ocean drive, through the window up at the sky. After ten or twenty minutes of this, Evan looked over at Beredly. "That scared the hell out of me."
Beredly looked back at Evan, smiling tiredly. "Well, we could all use with a bit less hell."
The skunk looked at the wolf and smiled back, "I.. I guess so. But let's be more careful, okay?"
The wolf put his arm around the skunk, who leaned against him on the otherwise empty bus. "Sure thing, skunkie," he said before looking out the window again. After a few moments of studying the street passing by he said, "Wait a second. Did you see what bus we got on? Where exactly are we?"
Evan shrugged, half-asleep and stoned, comfortably in his wolf's arms. "Does it matter, Berry?" he started before he began to sing softly, "All of it was made for you and me, so let's take a ride and see what's mine, singing la la la lalala la la la."
Beredly looked at his stoned, softly singing skunk then, his eyes almost watering as he leaned over to kiss him on the side of his muzzle, whispering "You amaze me."