I know that I keep saying this, but I don't want you to think that I get into these situations often. I'm a raccoon: a rodent. That means that furs expect things of me, and not in the good way either. They wouldn't be surprised to see me at my worst like this, and even less surprised to know that it was because I got mixed up with drugs and the wrong furs.
So as tired legs trudged through the dirt, my naked body sweaty and peppered with dirt from the forrest-trail, all I was able to fucking think about, was this: Well shit, I might not be so different afterall...
Quick check up for you, doc:
I've developed a little habit of itching my wrists and arms for some reason. Maybe to distract me from the bite on my chest that's rearing in pulsing pain like a pissed-off race-horse – I'm almost certain the wound's infected my now.
I've stepped on broken glass quite a few times with bare paws, so there might be a bottle's-worth lodged upside my digits.
My eyes were also doing this annoying thing where they felt constantly dry. Bloodshot and tired, defeated and exhausted, I needed to keep them closed most of the time I walked just to keep the tears at bay. My only navigation was brief snapshots of dried trees and depressed brown grass, with a reassuring dash of red trail-soil.
I began to sing.
"On the first part of the journey," A quick clear to a dry throat: I hadn't actual water in a day or two.
"I was looking at all the life. There were plants, and birds, and rocks and things." Despite the odds, I began to smile. "There was sand and hills and rains."
Back was aching, knees wanting to give out from under me. But the campsite wasn't too far away now...
Here, this is my plan as of now:
Robin has just gotten her full driver's licence a couple of weeks back, somwhow – that was how she even got here: driving in her mum's run-down pinto with a spluttery engine and seats that smelt like damp semen from god-knows what.
If I could just get back there, then there was a chance that she could be waiting somewhere around the campsite for me.
Then all it would take is a quick drive, a nice steamy shower along with some personal-care. Then I'd get the biggest knife that I could find in my kitchen, sharpen the shit out of it, and then go hunting for a certain sheepdog.
"The first thing I met was a fly with no buzz, and a sky, with no clouds..."
Well who would have known? Without the stutter, my voice is pretty decent. The kind that's light on the ears and a little husky to listen to. Like an alcoholic comedian, fending for himself on the streets.
The heat was hot, and the ground was dry...
But the air was full of sound.
Suddenly I hear something crackle in the distance.
I stopped dead in my tracks, and slowly forced my eyes open. They teared up from the bright light flowing in, but then I saw it.
Through the outlet of dry trees, the campsite was completely enveloped in fire.
The thick kind of flame that sucks in the windows of an abandoned building. The kind that's orange and flickering, digging its molten claws into the surrounding trees as it began its climb.
"Fuh-fuck..."
I sprinted into the scene, the heat singeing my fur as I got closer to the large flaming logs that had been seats for a harmless party only half a day ago.
A bit of fire licked at my ankle, and I yanked it away with gritted teeth.
"Fuck." Where did I put my bloody bag? Where the hell did I put it?!?! Think, you fucking masker...
Fun little furry definition.
Masker
A masker, is the most insulting word that a raccoon can call another raccoon, originated from the mask-like appearance on their faces as well as their crime-like tendencies. Although it shouldn't be, this word is often used by other species as well, specifically for talking down rodents.
Hey Masky! How did you get into my house?!
I dug around the dry ground, barely able to keep my eyes open. Wait, shit! I had shoved my bag into one of the logs so it wouldn't get stolen!
I crawled my way up to one of the blazing logs and shoved my paw deep into the side of it. It was like a furnace in there! I reached around aimlessly for a little while, grunting in agony as my previously-itchy wrists slowly sizzled from the heat.
But there was nothing there.
That meant one of three things:
1. Robin had been waiting for me, but somehow the camp had caught fire, and she took my stuff with her out of the forest to keep it safe.
2. The wolf who had gone balls deep in my best friend, made the executive decision to steal my spare change of clothes (I didn't want to come back home entirely smelling like cheap whiskey and cigerettes) after he had gotten his other ones 'dirty'.
3. There was an intergalactic race of alien intelligence that had invaded the galaxy to take samples from different planets to get a genera overview on how they're going to take over the universe.
And those witty dick-heads had decided to start off by abducting my bag of belongings.
I cursed under my breath and yanked my arm out of the log.
The heat was becoming strong enough to make me dizzy, so after a fleeting decision I began to make my way out of the campsite. It was like wading through a field of long grass, only the grass was large branches completely blazing with flame. The flame tried to pull my legs down, biting at them like rapid piranhas as I kept on going.
"Keh-keep muh, m-moving." I urged myself through gritted teeth.
I think I'm going to pass out...
I head a snap from above me and suddenly a burning branch fell and bashed into my shoulder. I was knocked down to the ground with a painful thud... only a few more meters to go.
Then I felt that the pain in my shoulder was ongoing, getting more and more painful, and I realized that it was on fire.
Solution: stop, drop and roll, kiddos.
I rolled onto my back, snuffing the fur on my back out. I just want to remind you, that I've been naked this whole time. And if you didn't already know, having balls exposed to a forest fire is quite painful.
My tear-filled eyes were looking up into trees above me as I made sure that I was 'put out'.
There was a branch directly above me,
just dangling there.
Swinging back an fourth slowly like a flaming pendulum.
It was a thick thing as well, a good log of wood grinning at me from above.
My eyes widened, throat somehow dryer than it was before.
For a minute I was just frozen, watching the branch slowly swing in a spark-filled world.
And then, just like that, the fucker decided to snap.
Now, in most furry stories, the author will often sum up the events that come next as 'everything went black'.
But from the actual perspective of the sorry-raccoon who got locked into this mess, I can safely assure you that it was nothing like this. It wasn't black at all, and it sure as hell wasn't immediate. After that branch fell on top of me, its thickness bashing my head against the ground, all of its other weight piling up on a struggling chest – it was more a series of snapshots after that, like crazy ramblings in a demented phot album.
All red light and hot blood flowing through me. But it was the moments in between that I remembered most vividly.
No, its definitely not a black... more of a deep, swirling gray. Like being underwater in your own subconsciousness... all quite and warm, nothing wanting to hurt you... just floating calmly in a void.
Then it flickers, a single moment of time back at consciousness, only for it to be snuffed out again by the searing heat.
And then I'm back in the void, calm... ready to let go.
That was how I died.
I know, its... its not impressive. My life was short... brief... insignificant in the tide of everything.
But I was okay to let go... to give in...
This story wasn't happy, and I apologize for that. You're probably unsatisfied.
But I'll be with you still, even though I'm not... well... here, anymore.
And then I slipped away like tears locked in pounding rain, as if I had never even existed in the first place...
Nah, I'm just messing with you. – Nuz
I woke up to the smell of a cum-stained car-seat. I was lying down across the three seats, the seatbelt digging into my waist as Robin's pinto jittered and bumped through a red-light.
"Ow..." I said, rubbing my head slowly, only to wince as a hit a killer bruise just above my temple.
A familiar fox chuckled in the front.
"You're still alive?" She sighed. "That's a bit of a let-down."
For the first time in ages, I threw my head back in laughter.
"Sh-shut it." I said after wiping happy-tears from my eyes.
I sat up slowly, teeth clamped together to manage the pain.
"Woah, take it slowly there chief." Robin said firmly as watched me from the rear-view mirror.
I let my head rest on the... uh... head-rest behind me, closing my eyes and letting the car's motion take its way with me.
"Nice cock, by the way." She said suddenly.
Welp, eyes back open as I quickly looked down. And there it was, hanging there between my legs... huh... I keep forgetting about that.
My legs clamped shut and my face flushed red.
"Wuh-what the fuck, couldn't you huh, h-have at least putten my pants b-back on me?!" I said frantically.
She smirked at me through the mirror.
"Eh, too much effort. I think seeing you like this is growing on me." She mock-winked.
I rolled my eyes, my face filling with even more heat.
"Shit, I think its growing on you too." She said with a surprised laugh.
When I looked down again, I noticed I was harder than ever, poking out of my legs like a snorkel out of water.
Little disclaimer, I definitely don't have any feelings for Robin – at least, I haven't had any for a long time. But when you escape with your life from a series of traumatic situations... it has a way of getting a guy extremally aroused.
I gave up, sitting back and letting it show. If Robin wants to look at it, then the horny bitch can look at it.
"Don't you dare tempt me, Mr. Latte."
That was a name she had come up for me when I had first gotten the whole 'Skim' nickname.
I laughed a little, closing my eyes again.
"Can you puh, pl-please just drop me home?"
Robin considered it jokingly.
"Yeah." She said
"But I'm doing what you're doing."
I squinted tiredly.
"Sh-should I even ask?"
"Oh go on. Please?"
I let out a loose sigh.
"What are you duh-doing?"
Robin gave me one of classic fox smiles – she couldn't help it.
"Taking the long way."
"Oh fuck off." I groaned before I surrendered to laughter.