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"This is a story that takes place in the fictional Soyoco County, Texas starring, Jean Luc, Luke for short, a bloodhound/lab mix and his first day of his vacation away from his religious, fundamentally traditional, and strict home with his free spirited and relaxed online penpal buddy Scraps, who graciously offered his (uncle's) cabin for Luke to stay in while the duo, along with Scraps' sister Dixie, and Uncle Slayton get into all sorts of zany mischeif while all the while Luke finds himself amoung the chaos. I mean he signed up for this wacky ass hillbilly vacation in the middle of \"Hickville, USA\" didn't he?\n\n\nA very big and special thanks to ankhwuff for his idea for the character of Jean Luc and for the many contributions to the story he gave me\n\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "This is a story that takes place in the fictional Soyoco County, Texas starring, Jean Luc, Luke for short, a bloodhound/lab mix and his first day of his vacation away from his religious, fundamentally traditional, and strict home with his free spirited and relaxed online penpal buddy Scraps, who graciously offered his (uncle's) cabin for Luke to stay in while the duo, along with Scraps' sister Dixie, and Uncle Slayton get into all sorts of zany mischeif while all the while Luke finds himself amoung the chaos. I mean he signed up for this wacky ass hillbilly vacation in the middle of "Hickville, USA" didn't he?


A very big and special thanks to ankhwuff for his idea for the character of Jean Luc and for the many contributions to the story he gave me

", "writing": "Jean Luc, a 6 foot tall slender build Bloodhound/Lab Mix, exits the plane that brought him from Utah to San Antonio International Airport, he walks on over to baggage claim and retrieves his bag before heading toward the exit to wait for his ride. As he makes his way toward the exit he sees a friendly looking opossum with a hard to miss copper colored snaggle tooth, wearing a cutoff AC-DC T-Shirt, camo jeans and lace up work boots and a Chevrolet baseball cap. The possum holding a large white poster board with “Jean Luc” written on it. \n\nThe hound recognizes the possum as Scraps, his pen-pal who he had met online through a writers forum and became fast friends with over several months due to other similar interests. The hound approached Scraps and set down his bag to give the opossum a welcoming hug, Scraps, much more carelessly, tosses the poster board haphazardly and gives the bloodhound a big enthusiastic bear hug.\n\n“Scraps!”\n“Luke! How was the flight in buddy?”\n“It was good, caught up on some shows I had been meaning to watch and did a little research on the area.”\n“Oh yea? Well lets head to the truck and you can tell me what you learned in your research on the way to Soyoco, its about an hour and a half drive to get there from here.”\n\nJean Luc, or Luke as Scraps has shorted it to, picks his bag up and follows the possum to the exit, toward the parking lot. The two walk out to the bright open early afternoon Texas sky, painted behind the booming downtown metropolis of downtown San Antonio. After a little bit of wandering around and trying to remember where he parked. Scraps and Luke finally find the possum’s older model, white Silverado with its iconic metal shark teeth bolted to the brush guard.\n\n“Nice ride, looks even better in person.” Luke states, knowing through previous conversations that this truck is one of the possum’s prized possessions\n\n“Thanks!” Scraps replies wagging his tail joyfully like a dog at the compliment \n“You can put your bag in the back seat or in the bed if you want.” the possum says as hes hopping into the driver seat.\n\nLuke nods in acknowledgment and lugs his bag over his shoulder into the bed of the truck, then proceeds to enter the passenger side of the truck. \n\nThe two exit the parking lot of the airport and head northwest to start the hour and a half long trip toward Soyoco.\n\nThe two chat it up and laugh about various topics along the drive to Scraps’ hometown then a little over halfway there the conversation takes a somewhat somber tone.\n\n“Thanks again. For letting me stay down here for a little while. I hope I’m not imposing to much”\nLuke says to the possum in the driver seat \n\nScraps dawns a smirk and looks over to the hound in the passenger seat\n“Nonsense, buddy! I’m glad you came down I’m sorry that you couldn’t stay with me or Dixie since our places are too small. I hope you don’t mind bunking up at Uncle Slayton’s for the majority of your stay. He’s got a little cabin right next to his house so you won’t actually be “bunking” with him”\n\n“Oh no that's fine. As long as he is fine with it, you’ll hear no complains from me. But you’ve told me in the past that he’s kind of “old school” are you sure he’s not gonna mind, y’know ‘me’ being…”\n\n“What? Gay? No no he’s cool with that, you gotta remember he’s from the “Free Love” era plus he’s told me that some of his squad mates from when he served in ‘Nam were gay and he’s still good friends with those guys, well the ones that are still alive that is. When I said he’s old school I mean in his speech and his way of living. Like he might use some not-so-nice words to describe somebody and he hasn’t caught up with modern advances in technology, like I’m pretty sure he’s got dial-up if he’s got internet at all.”\n\nLuke gives a sigh of relief at Scraps’ explanation of his uncle’s beliefs.\n\nThe two begin to see the “Welcome to Soyoco County” up the road\n\n“Hey we’re here!” Luke exclaims as they pass the sign.\n\n“Yup, Home sweet hom-” Scraps begins to say before he’s cut short by the iconic chirp of a police siren.\n\nA white Tahoe with it’s police lights on, pulls in behind the truck and begins following the two.\n\n“What the hell? You weren’t speeding or anything…” Luke said out loud, jumping to his friends defense\n\n“Oh don’t worry, she just wants to talk.” Scraps begins to explain as he pulls over to the side of the road, where the grass looks a bit thinner and frequently driven on, as though this spot is a common spot where traffic stops like this happen often. \n\n“Just relax, and try not to make any sudden hand movements toward your belt, she’s still a cop at the end of the day” \n\nScraps continued explaining as he brought the truck to a stop on the shoulder of the road.\n\nLuke, confused by Scraps laissez-faire way of acting toward a cop, especially with Scraps’ colorful family history with law enforcement that he’s explained to the hound over various online chats between the two. \n\nNevertheless Luke takes Scraps’ advice and relaxes while also making sure to keep his hands firmly on top his lap. Keeping them within eyesight of the anybody peering into the cab of the pickup and away from his waist.\n\nThe Tahoe follows in behind and comes to a sudden stop about four feet from the tailgate Scraps’ truck. The driver door of the police cruiser slowly opens up and emerges the seductively slender, hourglass figure of Officer Lucy Whitefang, the female mountain lion and most recent deputy recruitment of the Soyoco County Sheriffs Department. Silhouetted by the mid afternoon sun the officer begins her authoritative trot toward the driver side of the pickup.\n\n Scraps, with license and proof of insurance in hand, begins to roll his window down to greet Officer Whitefang as she closes in on the truck.\n\nThe feline with her stereotypical southern cop dark tinted aviators, appears in the window of the truck, first greeting Scraps with a cheerful\n\n“Hey cutie~”\n\nThen looking over to Luke, throwing an attentive glare from over her glasses to the poor hound along with the interrogative question of\n\n“Who’s the mutt?”\n\n“This is Jean Luc, or Luke for short. He just visiting from outta town for a couple weeks.”\n\nScraps answers with a submissive tone much like a kid introducing his mom to a new friend he made, as he attempts to hand the officer his paperwork. \n\nLucy breaks her glare with the hound to take the papers from the possum. She quickly shuffles through the papers, pretending to read through them, as if she hasn’t already seen these specific pieces of insurance papers and Drivers License a hand full of times before.\n\n“Yep that's you, and this and that are valid yaddy yadda..” \n\nShe begins to mumble before handing the now mess of papers back to Scraps, obviously frustrated at some something.\n\n“Ok yeah your all set. Oh and honey snookums can you do me a favor and tell that thrill-seeking, NASCAR reject, hellion sister of yours that if I hear her ear-deafening, hot-rod, shitrocket hauling ass up MY patrol route again, I ain’t afraid to throw the spike strip out and put an end to that shit myself.”\n\n“I-I’ll be sure to pass the message along….”\n\nThe opossum replied, hoping not to set the hair trigger feline off anymore than she already seems to be.\n\n“Mmmm thanks my wittle awesome possum” \n\nShe coos to the opossum, making a kissy face and tickling the underside of Scraps chin, earning a stifled moan from him\n\nShe looks back over to Luke noticing the same wide eyed scared look as the possum. Her disposition toward the hound changing to one similar to the one she has with Scraps upon noticing Luke’s innocent terrified face as well as a small tent forming in the hound’s trousers.\n\n“You do enjoy your stay in Soyoco, Luke. You and Scraps do come see me sometime when I’m ‘off duty’ I’d love to show you two what ‘Cuff and Stuff’ really means.”\n\nThe two boys, still with rife with terror in their eyes both offer a curious “Hmm?” in reply to her last offer.\n\n“Anyway drive safe you two. And Remember: Click it or Ticket!”\nThe Mountain lion ends the little rhyming jingle with two slaps to the roof of the pickup before heading back to her police cruiser.\n\nThe two begin to relax as the footsteps start getting more and more faint. Leading up to the sound of an opening then subsequent closing of the Tahoe’s driver side door all leading up to the sound of the engine turning over and redlining as the feisty lioness whips the full sized SUV into a perfectly executed U-Turn.\nAs the Police Cruiser’s motor fades off into distance. The now peppy possum finally breaks the silence inside the cab of the truck.\n\n“How’s that for Soyoco Salutations!, good buddy!”\n\n“Wh-what in the goddamn……”\n\nLuke is left speechless about the absolute blindside of a bat shit crazy interaction with a law enforcement personnel he ever thought he could witness.\n\n“She’s just aloud to do that to people? To you?! Scraps that’s so many levels of immoral law enforcement an-and such a violation of your rights as a citiz-”\n\nThe hound is cut short by Scraps starting the truck and continuing on down the road into Soyoco\n\n“Oh she’s just playing around, plus she’s just a little sour since I company with me she couldn’t get a little ‘roadside sugar’ from ya boy. Y’knowhattamean?”\n\n Scraps nudges Luke with his elbow a couple times, but Luke is not satiated by the possum’s non concerned reaction to what had just occurred to the duo.\n\nScraps still sensing no easement from Luke.\n\n“Utah’s got you more wound up than a starving tick on a dried out bone. Coming down here is gonna be a lot more therapeutic than you originally thought.”\n\nLuke finally eased up and relaxed, remembering he did in fact come to “Hickville, USA” to stay with his redneck friend he met online all under his own volition to get away from the strict, religious “by-the-books” community he grown up with.\n A community that he began to feel more and more pressured by the day to conform to, even though he felt the fire of dis-contempt burning inside looking for any kind of way to show itself. Even if that version of him turned out to be something he would want no part of he couldn’t live with himself not at least letting a little bit of that “wild self” out into the light, right now in the prime of his life.\n\n“Yeah, I-I’m sorry, I m just not used to ‘here’ yet. It just seems like that lady officer. Seems a bit “high strung” to be one of your ‘keepers of peace’.” \n\nLuke carefully explained to Scraps hoping he could see how her behavior could be taken as “problematic”\n\n“Well yeah I guess I could see that, I suppose. If it makes you feel better she’s the outlier in that regard, Y’know you might actually like Officer Connally, Sheriff Walt Connally that is, not to be confused with his shithead son Deputy Tanner Connally.”\n\nScraps continues \n\n “I like Walt, as a respectable, upstanding man mostly because it never seems like he shows any ill will toward me in all the hand fulls of times I’ve actually spoken with him, I cannot recall a bad social interaction with him, despite my relation to Slayton Shankly, me being the nephew of his biggest, most controversial arrest in the entire county’s history.”\n\nLuke, intrigued asks Scraps\n\n“You’ve told me a little bit about your uncle's ‘checkered past’ I’d like to know a little bit more considering I am gonna be staying with this man.”\n\nScraps is hesitate but can help but tell story to a captive audience\n\n“Oh alright, I’ll tell you all of what I know. But you CANNOT repeat any of this to Slayton. If he knows that I know some of this stuff it would tear him up inside.” \n\nLuke nods in solidarity\n\n“Ok, well see when Slayton got back from the ‘Nam he had a hard time adjusting back to society, like a lot of them older vet’s had problems doing. So when he came home he kind just bummed around San Antonio for a bit. Living on the streets pan handling and what not. “\n\n“Well when he got tired of that after about a year or so he hitched hiked his was back to Soyoco. Upon his arrival he notice the town had basically been taken over by this biker gang that called themselves “Perros del Frio”. Dogs of the River if you no habla espanol. “\n\n“They’d come up from the South looking for a new place to setup shop after being ran out of their last establishment. Brownsville or Laredo I don’t remember which. They’re main form of “business” involved extortion and petty thievery.”\n\n “Slayton couldn’t stand seeing all the good people from his home town be treated like animals so he got into contact with some of his old G.I. buddies and gather up some of the rowdier good ol’ boys from his youth and formed the “Sons of Soyoco” as an anti gang countermeasure for the town...”\n\n“Like a Tough on Crime Neighborhood Watch”\nLuke interjected\n“Sorry didn’t mean to interrupt”\nHe bashfully said\n\n“No you’re dead on amigo. That exactly what it was. Fights broke out between the two groups evolving into an all out war in the streets, the Perros though were resilient and ruthless. This next part some folks say this was one of the incidents throughout Slayton’s life that started the down fall of his mental state.”\n\n “Word got around that the one of the Perro’s top guys kidnapped Slayton’s younger sister Charlotte and taken her to their clubhouse beaten her almost to death and also probably, y’know…”\n\nLuke wide eyed realized what Scraps was implying also remembered who was telling him this story, the nephew of this poor, at the time just an innocent girl. Scraps may have not been anywhere close to being born around this time of this tragedy but the pain of the family runs deep in the blood of it’s kin.\n\nScraps continues \n\n“So once Slayton caught wind of what had happened and the shit really hit the fan. Everybody that tells this story says it happened the exact same way so I can only believe it to have actually happened this way.”\n\n“Armed only with a pump action shotgun and his K-Bar Service Knife. Slayton drove a Supped up pickup truck through the front of the Perros clubhouse and went in Seek and Destroy mode. He walked out with his little sister over his shoulder and in his other hand the 5 severed ballsacks of the Perro’s Head Five Members.”\n\n“Upon seeing the newly dubbed “Diablo Tacuache”, the remaining Perros hastily packed up their shit and fled town with their tails tucked in between their legs. Soyoco remained at peace for a little while longer.”\n\nScraps realized where he had been driving to\n\n“Oh shit were almost at Slayton’s I’ll have to pick up on the second half another time. “\n\nLuke disappointed that the enthralling tale of this man he was about to meet was cut short but a new for of anxiousness was bubbling in his stomach. \n\nThe truck slow down to make a hard turn to the left onto a rough dirt road that leads into a thick forest about 50 yards down. \n\n \n\n The two continue down the dirt road into the wooded area for a few miles before the forest opens up to a wide clearing that is littered with hollowed out husks of single wide trailer houses and vehicles ranging from abandoned 4 door sedans from the 1960s all the way up to large rundown construction equipment like dilapidated high-rise cranes in several pieces to wrecked bulldozers that would be commonplace in large quarry operations. Toward the back of this large industrial equipment graveyard on perched on an elevated section of earth, a large older southern plantation style house, not in the most presentable condition but visually lived and most certainly in livable condition compared to the domiciles and vehicles surrounding it.\n\nAs they pulled up to the large house, the cabin that Scraps had mentioned Luke would be staying in came into view. The small, cozy looking cabin was probably about half the size of a regulation single wide trailer home. It was more squared off as typical with cabins. It appeared to be completely homemade from construction grade lumber. It had two doors, one on the front on the smaller side of the building and another back door on the adjacent wall more toward the back where the master or only bed room would be located. The building had 2 windows, each next to the previously mentioned doors. A chimney that would commonly indicate a wood burning stove, jutted out from the side opposite from where the two fellows approached from.\n\n The structure sat about 50 to 60 yards away from the main house and the outside area surrounding the cabin itself had things you’d commonly see around a cabin shown in TV and movies. Like a firewood splitting hutch with accompanying ax and large stack of unsplit firewood as well as a smaller stack of already split firewood ready to be hauled inside by the hand dolly next it. Only a couple yards from the fire splitting hutch sat a large burn pit that was surrounded by large laid over logs that served as rudimentary chairs as well as a couple old folding chairs that a school would use for any assembly or in school event, and what looked like a bench seat to an old school bus. The little bonfire area was no doubt where most of the wood from the splitting hutch would end up at. Luke can sense that this little outside area has has no doubt been the hangout spot where The Shanklys and friends of them have spent many a night hear telling stories, jokes, tall tales and fables among the family and their guests. \n\nIn the driveway next to the cabin sat an older model square body Chevy pickup, a faded red color on top of a dented and worn metal body, no doubt from years of reliable and faithful service to its first and probably only owners, the Shanklys. \n\nThe two pulled into the driveway, get out of the truck and make their way to the front door of the cabin. Scraps takes the lead and as he grabs the door knob, he puts on his best game show host voice.\n\n“Aaaaaaaaaand here is your humble abode for your fabulous stay in beautiful Soyoco, Texas!”\n\nThe possum quickly opens the door and flicks the lights on all in one motion. His showmanship being very endearing to Luke.\n\nThe interior of the cabin was about what you would expect from a guest house/ hunting cabin in the South. In the “main room” which seemed to be what 70% of what the cabin consisted of, had one larger older leather couch with 2 reclining leather armchairs, one on each side of the couch. Which all three faced a television on the opposite side of the “living room” portion of the main room. The kitchen consisted of a regular double door refrigerator, a stove and about 5 feet of counter top with a sink, all of which were against the back wall of the room, right next to a door that lead to the bedroom. The walls were littered with framed pictures of various people seemingly from all walks of life and taxidermy heads of various feral animals mostly whitetail deer and other feral cervid species common in North America, a few of the more “exotic” ones Luke made note of, such as the Bighorn Ram and Water Buffalo.\n\n But the ones that stuck out to Luke were the two on an end table, behind the one of the armchairs, near the wood burning stove previously mentioned. The taxidermy feral opossum that stood on its hind legs on top of a wooden stand. The feral opossum wore only a miniature trucker hat and leather fringe vest with accompanying leather tassels, and had a full sized cigarette placed in his mouth. And more shocking to Luke is that the little dead possum had a large set of balls, like 2 golf balls in a white fuzzy pouch, which on the small frame of the possum really stuck out and were very obviously unnaturally big for an average feral possum. Luke noticed a little brass placard on the wooden stand the opossum was on top of. The placard read “Papa Shankly: The First Patriarch of the Shanklys”\n\nLuke smirked at the obvious joke taxidermy piece. He then looked at the framed picture that sat next to the stuffed possum. The hound picked up the photo and gave it a curious look over. \n\nThe old photo was of a tall male opossum, with a large scar that crossed over a milky white right eye of the older male. From previous conversations with Scraps online, Luke determined that this was Uncle Slayton, and on each side of the older opossum stood 2 children, a little opossum boy and a little hyena girl, both looking no older than 10 years old. Luke figured that these two kids in the photo are Scraps and his sister Dixie. The three in the photo were dressed in their all camo duds, and all had a joyous smile that span across each one of their faces. Luke noticed that in the photo that the young possum lacked his signature copper snaggle tooth and cut in right ear. Luke surmised that both body mods, whether they be intentional or not. Happened later in life for Scraps.\n\n“You taken a liking to Papa Shanks? Hahaha, my dad got Slayton that for Christmas years ago when Dixie and I were real young. Probably the same year that photo you got there was taken.”\n\nScraps said looking fondly at the goofy little stuffed possum and framed picture. His expression turned to one of sadness as the possum pondered on looking at the stuffed possum. He lets out a long exasperated sigh\n\n“Well, hey let me show you the bedroom. It should be clean but regardless Dixie is gathering up some spare clean sheets from her place you can use. She should be here any minute now.”\n\nThe boys begin to hear the faint roar of a loud exhaust screaming into the soon to be evening sky. \n\n“Speak of the devil… I think that's her now.”\n\n Scraps wonders over to the front window to take a gander outside and confirm his guess. Luke follows to take a peek as well. The two peer out the window and continue to hear the exhaust before she appears from around the edge of the tree line, a ways down the driveway. Even in the fading late afternoon sky Luke could see a large cloud of dust led by a bright red blur. As the vehicle approached Luke could start to make out what kind of car his friend’s sister was driving it was an old El Camino. The old car came to a stop in the drive way behind Scrap’s Silverado, the possum motioned to his friend.\n\n“C’mon I’ll introduce you and we’ll see if she needs hand.”\n\nLuke nodded and followed Scraps outside and the pair made their way to the bright red muscle car.\n\nThe hyena climbed out of the driver seat, and proceeded to greet the two as they approached, the female yeen stood at a stocky 5’9”, not tall by comparison of the two boys but her body type definitely meant she wasn’t a stranger to a hard day of work at the Scrapyard the siblings worked at. She dressed in a rancher style flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows, a pair of worn blue jeans and slip on, squared toed work boots, definitively not an attire that Luke is used to seeing women of her age dressing like, especially from his hometown. \n\n“Howdy! I'm Danielle, but folks round ‘ere call me Dixie”\n\nDixie extends her arm out to the hound for a formal hand shake.\n\nThe hound abides and shakes the hyena’s hand, he was surprised at how hearty the girl’s handshake was. Luke introduces himself to Dixie.\n\n“Um, hi my name is Jean Luc, but you can call me Luke, if you’d like”\n\nDixie gives the hound a warm and comforting look and smile as the two finish shaking hands\n\n“Well Luke it is a pleasure to finally meet you, Scraps has told me his a friend he meet was coming down to our little country bumpkin side of the world. I has a bit hesitant about meeting people online, but my brother has had only nice things to say about you…..”\n\n\nThe hyena begins to snicker midway through talking.\n\n“…. so much so that I was beginning to think Scraps found himself some “male company” to spend some time with him down here… hehehe”\n\nScraps crossed his arms and rolled his eyes at the statement, Luke on the other hand began blush and get a bit flustered at the suggestion.\n\n“Well hardy har har, aren’t you funny.” Scraps replied to his sister’s comment \n\n“Ever since I mentioned you were gay, Little Miss Matchmaker over here literally thinks you’re my secret “forbidden lover” I been talking to over the internet… can you believe that?”\n\nThe possum asks Luke, who has just kept quiet since the “male company” comment. I mean sure he had his “naughty thoughts” of his buddy, but he had never thought of Scraps as being ‘boyfriend’\nmaterial, “but I mean what is boyfriend material?” Luke contemplated as Scraps kept on ranting to his sister about his sexual escapades. \n\n“….I mean you ‘member that dime piece wolf chick that was over while back, Dixie? She was fiiineee…”\n\n“Yeah the one that called your dick small?”\n\n“It was ‘mediocre’…… She called it mediocre okay!?”\n\n\n“Alright whatever, settle down. I was just messing around Scraps. No need to get defensive. You’re making Luke here uncomfortable” \n\nDixie responds sternly to her brother. She then turns her attention to the embarrassed hound, placing her hand on his shoulder, which makes Luke look up from staring at he ground which he had done to hide his beet red face after hearing how nonchalantly the two siblings talk about sexual subject matters to each other, in front of a guest no less.\n\n“Hey Luke, you alright buddy?” The young hyena woman says in a soft motherly tone to the second hand embarrassed hound.\n\n“Oh! Uhhhh… yeah I’m alright, fine even. Ummmm …. Uh why do you ask?”\nLuke stammers out responding to the hyena as if he was a young school boy who was caught by a teacher misbehaving.\n\nDixie still seeing the uneasiness in Luke’s face, ask a very lighthearted, simple question to the hound.\n\n“Would you mind taking a walk with me?”\n“Uh Sure, yeah I don’t mind…”\nThe hound responds\n\nDixie smiles then turns back toward he brother who is still mumbling by the cabin, arms crossed leaned against the wall of the cabin.\n\n“Hey! You mind getting the clean sheets and everything out of my car and put into the bedroom for Luke here? I gonna take him up by the pond before it gets too dark out”\n\n“Yeah Yeah, I got it…”\nthe possum responds as if he knows that fighting with his sister about it is an uphill battle that he’s just not willing at the moment to try and fight.\n\nDixie takes the hound’s hand and begins to lead him away from the cabin down a well worn trail. As the two make their way toward this alleged pond, Dixie sparks up the conversation again. \n\n“Look Scraps has told be a bit about you. Ya’ll met on a “writer’s forum” or whatever, hit it off pretty well and after a few months of conversating he offers you a place to stay. To get away from from your very religious, very “by the book” family for a few weeks so you can kinda explore yourself and find out what really makes “Jean Luc” tick, stop me if I got the story wrong anywhere…”\n\nLuke shakes his head\n\n“No no, you've gotten to a Tee so far…”\n\nDixie smiles, showing off her impressively sharp teeth before continuing \n\n“Good, which if what previously stated is all true. You’re pretty brave and trusting for being so timid…”\n\nThe two come to a stop by a large, man-made pond, the late afternoon sun reflected beautifully off the rippling surface of the water. The ripples only being broken up by the occasional fish snatching up a bug unlucky enough to get close to the water’s surface.\n \n“Scraps told me your “gay”, so I just want you to know, you’re safe here okay? Us Shanklys are a very accepting…”\n\nLuke begins to blush, Scraps was one of the very few that Luke actually admitted to “being gay” too.\nTo be fair Luke wasn’t even sure if he was “100% gay”. All things considered its not like he had technically lost his virginity at all. He has received his fair share of “heavy petting” from the females in his class, especially during the Gymnasium Lock-In the his school hosted. He could also recalled a year at summer camp that a promiscuous camper taught everybody in the boy’s cabin what a “mouth hug” was via demonstration. With all these experiences at hand Luke still hadn’t “lost his V Card”.\nThe hound never tried to dwell on it and just decided when its the right time it will happen.\nBut at the back of his head he wondered if he still hadn’t lost it because he was unsure or himself?\nWas he subconsciously cock blocking him self? So he would finally make up his mind whether or he preferred the “company” of men or women. The hound spun him self into a tizzy forgetting the hyena lady in front of him. Luke refocused in on the yeen’s words…\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n“….matter of fact I’ve been out of the closet as bisexual, hell… since probably 8th grade now. But what a shocker, the hyena tomboy who likes fighting and works at a metal salvaging yard turned out to like licking slit once in a while, eh? Hehehe..”\n\nDixie laughing at her own joke. Luke also gives a halfhearted chuckle to let the hyena know he was listening\n\n“So the road of self discovery led you here? Wow, ain’t life a funny thing? I hope you can understand how that can be misinterpreted as well, don’t you Luke?” \n\nThe hyena takes a step back, about an arm’s length from the hound dog. \n\nDixie continues speaking to Luke in a now very serious and authoritative tone. She has also taken a hold of bloodhound’s crotch, specifically his two walnut sized testicles. Giving the two pupmakers an attention seeking squeeze through the denim of his jeans. Making the poor hound’s legs shake desperate for relief \n\n“Now see if you have anything but the best intentions for my family, more specifically my, bless his heart, idiot brother. Here’s what I’ve got a planned for you….”\n\nDixie tightens her grip on the already quivering testicles of the hound. Luke reply's to the tightening with a long drawn out squeal, barely recognizable as coming from the hound.\n\n“I’ll drag you by your balls all the way to this very pond, rip them off with my bare hands and feed them to the mudcat that sits at the bottom of this pond, you got that?”\n\nDixie asks Luke, giving the poor boy’s balls a yank to punctuate her question.\n\n“Y-YES, I UNDERSTAND, B-B-BUU PLEASE UUUH…..”\n\nDixie lets go of the hounds sack, letting him fall on his back and squirm around in pain and contemplate the threat she gave him, if he was in-fact planning on conspiring against the Shankly family figuring that his incomplete statement was gonna be a plea to release the poor hound’s love bag.\n\nUpon letting the poor boy go she notices a slimy substance that lightly coats her fingers and palm.\n\n\n\n\n“The hell?…” \n\nShe says to herself before giving the mystery substance a sniff. She draws her head back. Knowing that smell distinctively, She looks over at her now squirming ball busting victim and gives an inquisitive look at the crotch of his jeans. She sees a bit of wetness from behind the poor boy’s hand that clutches his injured sack. She kneels down beside the now sobbing hound. In an effort to comfort the poor male as well as continue her investigation she starts Whispering in her softest most comforting voice she can to ease the pain and fear that the hound has flooding through his mind right now.\n\n“Hey hey, its alright. Im sorry Lukey…”\n\n“I-I-I d-don’t mean y-y-you or you-your brother any harm. P-p-please don’t…..”\n\nLuke mutters out between sobs and pants of pain.\n\nDixie winces at the pained male’s plea of forgiveness, truly ashamed for her use of “excessive force”. \n\n“I know now, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to squeeze you that hard…” she says as she softly runs he fingers up and down the hounds forearm. Trying to coax the male into moving his arms to investigate the source of the substance that coated her hand.\n\n“Luke I know this might be the last thing you want to do, especially for me but, I need you to move your arms, buddy. I don’t want to alarm you but I might have squeezed too hard and…….. broke something..”\n\nLuke knowing that she didn’t “break” anything but more along the lines accidentally discovered something that nobody, not even his best friend Scraps knows about him.\n\nStill being the shy and timid guy he is Luke tries to re assure the hyena girl that nothing is “broken” down there\n\n“W-well that's is kind o-of you D-D-Dixie but I don’t think that is necessary…”\n\n“Luke please, I won’t be able to sleep at night knowing I might have neutered a sweet, good-natured boy like you just because of my own ego, now please move your hands. I promise I will not bring further harm to your twig and berries, scouts honor.”\n\nLuke reluctantly moved his hands from his wet crotch. He stammered to explain him self, feeling like the hyena would be more mad at the sight of his premature ejaculated soaked pants.\n\n“I-I-I-I can explain, please don’t be mad, ohmygoshohmygosh…”\n\n“Shhhhhhhhhhh…. Its okaay, I’m not mad, the body reacts to certain things differently”\n\nShe reassures Luke. Who is turning redder and redder by the second.\n\nDixie reaches down and unbuttons the hounds soaking wet jeans and zips down his fly, revealing the front of his tighty whities.\n\nShe tugs the jeans a little bit further down, toward his knees, giving her a clear view of his nether region nestled in his soaked little briefs.\n\n“Now Luke, I’m just gonna give a quick feel of your sack, ok? No quick movements, no grabs, squeezes, yanks, or tugs okay? Just one slow inquisitive feel is that ok?” \n\nDixie asks Luke with the same cadence you would receive from a school nurse giving a physical.\n\nLuke now with his hands shielding his face from embarrassment, he gives the hyena a quick nod.\n\nDixie now with permission from their owner, slowly begins to cradle and fondle the bloodhound’s delicate sack through the thin fabric of his underwear. Attempting to “earn” back the trust of the hound’s boys. She fondles the sack for a quick minute then proceeds to take “attendance” if you will\n\n“One…… and…….. two. Alrighty then, its seems like all is accounted for..” \n\nDixie is cut short by a new sight from the bloodhound’s crotch. A five and a half inch underwear tent being pitch by what else except the boy’s very own unabashed and unashamed fully erected member.\n\nLuke already flush in the throws of embarrassment could bear to look as he know exactly why the hyena stopped talking. He couldn’t bear to try and explain himself out of this one, he stayed hidden behind his already sticky hands in total humiliation.\n\nDixie on the other hand was enjoying the view but tried her best to keep it professional\n \n“Luke please, don’t be embarrassed, honestly I’m flattered…. Hehe”\n\nLuke begins to mutter from behind his hands \n“Dumb dog, dumb horny dog! You shouldn’t be thinking these things! That's Your friend’s sister! The friends that welcomed you here with open arms!….”\n\nDixie catches wind of the hound’s verbal lashing he is giving himself and decides to intervene\n\n“Woah woah woah, hey hey hey, enough of that “Hail Mary” shit you got going on alright. You came down here to find yourself right?”\n\nLuke peeks from behind his shame coated hands\n\n“Y-Yeah?”\n\n“So whats the harm in sampling some of the local cuisine, so to speak? I mean shit dude you’re already on the verge of busting another nut in these Spelling Bee Champion-ass drawers you got on.”\n\nLuke avoids the obvious dig at his choice of underwear by the hyena and begins to contemplate her first question.\n\n“Well I-I suppose you’re right but what if…..”\n\nBefore Luke could articulate his counter question to the hyena. She begins to fiddle with the front flap of his damp briefs and in on fell swoop reveals all of the five and a half inches of the bloodhound’s throbbing cock, desperately awaiting to release from anywhere it can get it.\n\n“Tell me Luke….”\nDixie says as she grabs the base of the hounds needy member\n\n“Are you gay, because you like men and only men exclusively?”\n\nThe hyena begins slowly stroking the now moaning bloodhounds cock\n\n“Or is it because you ain't found a partner ‘man or woman’ that's pushed your buttons the way you like them pushed?”\n\nThe hyena stops the rhythmic stroking and gives a seductive look toward the bloodhound that’s curious of his response.\n\nLuke opens his eyes to investigate why the hyena has stopped the blissful pleasuring of his member. He is met with the hyena's devious smile and inquisitive eyes, demanding an answer\n\n“Uh-h-h-h definitely the second choice…. Ma’am”\n\nDixie giggles at the response and continues her polishing of his rod.\n\n“…..is one of your ‘buttons’ the fact you like having you ballbag beaten til your crying for your mommy?” \n\nDixie asks as she takes a firm but not painful grasp of the hound’s already battered pupmakers.\n\nBut before she could get a verbal answer from the whimpering hound a volley of cream colored spunk leaves the tip of the bloodhound’s dick at a velocity that even is impressive to seeming experience hyena.\n\nRopes upon ropes shoot out of the hound, his nuts quaking as it expels the last of the hounds built up juices.\n\nAs the flood of cum comes to a gradual stop, the hyena releases Luke genitals allowing the poor pup, take in some breaths and collect himself. The hyena proceeds with the aftercare ritual that many of her previous partners come to enjoy about the matronly yeen. She lays beside the spend hound in the dirt and straddles the tired male. She motions in a circle on his chest with her finger before speaking in the soft, almost angelic coo to the hound.\n\n“Hey big guy~ How are you feelin’ hehe….”\n\n“I-I I feel Amazing! *huff* *huff* Fantastic! *huff* *huff* I can’t find the words to perfectly describe that *huff* Dixie I -I…..”\n\n The hound’s stammering statement is cut short by the yeen’s finger coming up to his lips and shushing him\n\n“You don’t have to describe it to me, honey. Your expressions on your face and reactions of your body spoke a thousand words to me.. But there is one favor I have to ask of you, sugarplums.”\n\n“And what that be my darling?”\n\n“I need you to jump in that pond and wash the spunk off yourself, I mean you got ropes of jizz hanging off your jowls.” \n\n Dixie suddenly and sternly commanded of the bloodhound\n\nThe bloodhound jumped up and sprang into action but questioned how exactly he was suppose to wash the cum, from all over himself, clothes and all.\n\n“Like jump in with my clothes on?” he asked the hyena who was busy washing her hands off the middle of the jetty, reaching down into the water.. \n\n“YES, that way it’ll look like you fell in on accident!”\n\n“Smart thinking!”\n\n“As always!” The hyena replied as the bloodhound ran down the end of the jetty and cannon balled into the frigid murky waters\n\n“A-AAH HOLY COW!! THATS COLD”\n\nThe hyena begins to laugh at the poor freezing hound.\n\n“HAHAHA YEAH IT IS! HEH\n\nLuke feeling devious goes up to Dixie who is kneeling bat the edge of the jetty, too busy laughing to see Luke sneak up and take a hold of the yeen’s hands and pull her into the freezing cold water along with him, soaking her too\n\n“AAAHHH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, OHH THATS COLD. Ohh You mischievous lil fucker…”\n\nDixie attempts to playfully dunk the hounds head under the water, the both of them just loudly laughing and playing in the disgusting pond water.\n\nThe pair were so loud, in fact. They attracted the attention of Scraps who was still waiting at the cabin by himself, but now has wandered his way over to the pond, curious about what happened to his friend and sister.\n\n“The fuck are yall doing?” \n\nThe possum asks the pair, who are both dead silent in water up to their necks, as neither could come up with a reasonable response until the possum answers for them.\n\n“Wait don’t tell me…”\n\nThe possum quickly runs off into the foliage and disappears.\n\nThe attempt to look into the dark foliage in attempt to see the possum.\n\nHe then reappears, buttnaked and runs up the end of the jetty, jumps into the air and does a spread eagle soar into a front spinning cannonball, all the while screaming...\n\n “NEKKID SKINNY DIPPIN’”\n\nBefore splashing into the deeper part of the water.\n\nLuke and Dixie look at each other and shrug and begin to start shedding clothes and following in the free spirited possum’s lead.\n\nScraps emerges from the dark depths of the center of the pond and lets out a loud\n\n“HOLY DOG TITS, ITS FUCKIN COLD”\n\nThe hound and hyena laugh at the possum. Then the three proceeded to enjoy a good old fashioned southern style “skinny dipping” the well into the night.\n\nUp until around 1:00 a.m when the trio decided to call it a night and get out of the pond. But not before all sharing a laugh at each others “shrinkage issues”\n\n Then after getting dried off and getting dressed up in warm clothes, the three started up the campfire in the pit out front of the hunting cabin.\nAs the trio cuddled around the warmth of the fire the three shared campfire stories til they all blissfully fell asleep around the fire. \n\nExcited for what adventure tomorrow brings them.\n\n\n\nThe End\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Jean Luc, a 6 foot tall slender build Bloodhound/Lab Mix, exits the plane that brought him from Utah to San Antonio International Airport, he walks on over to baggage claim and retrieves his bag before heading toward the exit to wait for his ride. As he makes his way toward the exit he sees a friendly looking opossum with a hard to miss copper colored snaggle tooth, wearing a cutoff AC-DC T-Shirt, camo jeans and lace up work boots and a Chevrolet baseball cap. The possum holding a large white poster board with “Jean Luc” written on it.

The hound recognizes the possum as Scraps, his pen-pal who he had met online through a writers forum and became fast friends with over several months due to other similar interests. The hound approached Scraps and set down his bag to give the opossum a welcoming hug, Scraps, much more carelessly, tosses the poster board haphazardly and gives the bloodhound a big enthusiastic bear hug.

“Scraps!”
“Luke! How was the flight in buddy?”
“It was good, caught up on some shows I had been meaning to watch and did a little research on the area.”
“Oh yea? Well lets head to the truck and you can tell me what you learned in your research on the way to Soyoco, its about an hour and a half drive to get there from here.”

Jean Luc, or Luke as Scraps has shorted it to, picks his bag up and follows the possum to the exit, toward the parking lot.  The two walk out to the bright open early afternoon Texas sky, painted behind the booming downtown metropolis of downtown San Antonio. After a little bit of wandering around and trying to remember where he parked. Scraps and Luke finally find the possum’s older model, white Silverado with its iconic metal shark teeth bolted to the brush guard.

“Nice ride, looks even better in person.” Luke states, knowing through previous conversations that this truck is one of the possum’s prized possessions

“Thanks!” Scraps replies wagging his tail joyfully like a dog at the compliment
“You can put your bag in the back seat or in the bed if you want.” the possum says as hes hopping into the driver seat.

Luke nods in acknowledgment and lugs his bag over his shoulder into the bed of the truck, then proceeds to enter the passenger side of the truck.

The two exit the parking lot of the airport and head northwest to start the hour and a half long trip toward Soyoco.

The two chat it up and laugh about various topics along the drive to Scraps’ hometown then a little over halfway there the conversation takes a somewhat somber tone.

“Thanks again. For letting me stay down here for a little while. I hope I’m not imposing to much”
Luke says to the possum in the driver seat

Scraps dawns a smirk and looks over to the hound in the passenger seat
“Nonsense, buddy! I’m glad you came down I’m sorry that you couldn’t stay with me or Dixie since our places are too small. I hope you don’t mind bunking up at Uncle Slayton’s for the majority of your stay. He’s got a little cabin right next to his house so you won’t actually be “bunking” with him”

“Oh no that's fine. As long as he is fine with it, you’ll hear no complains from me. But you’ve told me in the past that he’s kind of “old school” are you sure he’s not gonna mind, y’know ‘me’ being…”

“What? Gay? No no he’s cool with that, you gotta remember he’s from the “Free Love” era plus he’s told me that some of his squad mates from when he served in ‘Nam were gay and he’s still good friends with those guys, well the ones that are still alive that is. When I said he’s old school I mean in his speech and his way of living. Like he might use some not-so-nice words to describe somebody and he hasn’t caught up with modern advances in technology, like I’m pretty sure he’s got dial-up if he’s got internet at all.”

Luke gives a sigh of relief at Scraps’ explanation of his uncle’s beliefs.

The two begin to see the “Welcome to Soyoco County” up the road

“Hey we’re here!” Luke exclaims as they pass the sign.

“Yup, Home sweet hom-” Scraps begins to say before he’s cut short by the iconic chirp of a police siren.

A white Tahoe with it’s police lights on, pulls in behind the truck and begins following the two.

“What the hell? You weren’t speeding or anything…” Luke said out loud, jumping to his friends defense

“Oh don’t worry, she just wants to talk.” Scraps begins to explain as he pulls over to the side of the road, where the grass looks a bit thinner and frequently driven on, as though this spot is a common spot where traffic stops like this happen often.

“Just relax, and try not to make any sudden hand movements toward your belt, she’s still a cop at the end of the day”

Scraps continued explaining as he brought the truck to a stop on the shoulder of the road.

Luke, confused by Scraps laissez-faire way of acting toward a cop, especially with Scraps’ colorful family history with law enforcement that he’s explained to the hound over various online chats between the two.

Nevertheless Luke takes Scraps’ advice and relaxes while also making sure to keep his hands firmly on top his lap. Keeping them within eyesight of the anybody peering into the cab of the pickup and away from his waist.

The Tahoe follows in behind and comes to a sudden stop about four feet from the tailgate Scraps’ truck. The driver door of the police cruiser slowly opens up and emerges the seductively slender, hourglass figure of Officer Lucy Whitefang, the female mountain lion and most recent deputy recruitment of the Soyoco County Sheriffs Department. Silhouetted by the mid afternoon sun the officer begins her authoritative trot toward the driver side of the pickup.

 Scraps, with license and proof of insurance in hand, begins to roll his window down to greet Officer Whitefang as she closes in on the truck.

The feline with her stereotypical southern cop dark tinted aviators, appears in the window of the truck, first greeting Scraps with a cheerful

“Hey cutie~”

Then looking over to Luke, throwing an attentive glare from over her glasses to the poor hound along with the interrogative question of

“Who’s the mutt?”

“This is Jean Luc, or Luke for short. He just visiting from outta town for a couple weeks.”

Scraps answers with a submissive tone much like a kid introducing his mom to a new friend he made, as he attempts to hand the officer his paperwork.

Lucy breaks her glare with the hound to take the papers from the possum. She quickly shuffles through the papers, pretending to read through them, as if she hasn’t already seen these specific pieces of insurance papers and Drivers License a hand full of times before.

“Yep that's you, and this and that are valid yaddy yadda..”

She begins to mumble before handing the now mess of papers back to Scraps, obviously frustrated at some something.

“Ok yeah your all set. Oh and honey snookums can you do me a favor and tell that thrill-seeking, NASCAR reject, hellion sister of yours that if I hear her ear-deafening, hot-rod, shitrocket hauling ass up MY patrol route again, I ain’t afraid to throw the spike strip out and put an end to that shit myself.”

“I-I’ll be sure to pass the message along….”

The opossum replied, hoping not to set the hair trigger feline off anymore than she already seems to be.

“Mmmm thanks my wittle awesome possum”

She coos to the opossum, making a kissy face and tickling the underside of Scraps chin, earning a stifled moan from him

She looks back over to Luke noticing the same wide eyed scared look as the possum. Her disposition toward the hound changing to one similar to the one she has with Scraps upon noticing Luke’s innocent terrified face as well as a small tent forming in the hound’s trousers.

“You do enjoy your stay in Soyoco, Luke. You and Scraps do come see me sometime when I’m ‘off duty’ I’d love to show you two what ‘Cuff and Stuff’ really means.”

The two boys, still with rife with terror in their eyes both offer a curious “Hmm?” in reply to her last offer.

“Anyway drive safe you two. And Remember: Click it or Ticket!”
The Mountain lion ends the little rhyming jingle with two slaps to the roof of the pickup before heading back to her police cruiser.

The two begin to relax as the footsteps start getting more and more faint. Leading up to the sound of an opening then subsequent closing of the Tahoe’s driver side door all leading up to the sound of the engine turning over and redlining as the feisty lioness whips the full sized SUV into a perfectly executed U-Turn.
As the Police Cruiser’s motor fades off into distance. The now peppy possum finally breaks the silence inside the cab of the truck.

“How’s that for Soyoco Salutations!, good buddy!”

“Wh-what in the goddamn……”

Luke is left speechless about the absolute blindside of a bat shit crazy interaction with a law enforcement personnel he ever thought he could witness.

“She’s just aloud to do that to people? To you?! Scraps that’s so many levels of immoral law enforcement an-and such a violation of your rights as a citiz-”

The hound is cut short by Scraps starting the truck and continuing on down the road into Soyoco

“Oh she’s just playing around, plus she’s just a little sour since I company with me she couldn’t get a little ‘roadside sugar’ from ya boy. Y’knowhattamean?”

 Scraps nudges Luke with his elbow a couple times, but Luke is not satiated by the possum’s non concerned reaction to what had just occurred to the duo.

Scraps still sensing no easement from Luke.

“Utah’s got you more wound up than a starving tick on a dried out bone. Coming down here is gonna be a lot more therapeutic than you originally thought.”

Luke finally eased up and relaxed, remembering he did in fact come to “Hickville, USA” to stay with his redneck friend he met online all under his own volition to get away from the strict, religious “by-the-books” community he grown up with.
 A community that he began to feel more and more pressured by the day to conform to, even though he felt the fire of dis-contempt burning inside looking for any kind of way to show itself. Even if that version of him turned out to be something he would want no part of he couldn’t live with himself not at least letting a little bit of that “wild self” out into the light, right now in the prime of his life.

“Yeah, I-I’m sorry, I m just not used to ‘here’ yet. It just seems like that lady officer. Seems a bit “high strung” to be one of your ‘keepers of peace’.”

Luke carefully explained to Scraps hoping he could see how her behavior could be taken as “problematic”

“Well yeah I guess I could see that, I suppose. If it makes you feel better she’s the outlier in that regard, Y’know you might actually like Officer Connally, Sheriff Walt Connally that is, not to be confused with his shithead son Deputy Tanner Connally.”

Scraps continues

 “I like Walt, as a respectable, upstanding man mostly because it never seems like he shows any ill will toward me in all the hand fulls of times I’ve actually spoken with him, I cannot recall a bad social interaction with him, despite my relation to Slayton Shankly, me being the nephew of his biggest, most controversial arrest in the entire county’s history.”

Luke, intrigued asks Scraps

“You’ve told me a little bit about your uncle's ‘checkered past’ I’d like to know a little bit more considering I am gonna be staying with this man.”

Scraps is hesitate but can help but tell story to a captive audience

“Oh alright, I’ll tell you all of what I know. But you CANNOT repeat any of this to Slayton. If he knows that I know some of this stuff it would tear him up inside.”

Luke nods in solidarity

“Ok, well see when Slayton got back from the ‘Nam he had a hard time adjusting back to society, like a lot of them older vet’s had problems doing. So when he came home he kind just bummed around San Antonio for a bit. Living on the streets pan handling and what not. “

“Well when he got tired of that after about a year or so he hitched hiked his was back to Soyoco. Upon his arrival he notice the town had basically been taken over by this biker gang that called themselves “Perros del Frio”. Dogs of the River if you no habla espanol. “

“They’d come up from the South looking for a new place to setup shop after being ran out of their last establishment. Brownsville or Laredo I don’t remember which. They’re main form of “business” involved extortion and petty thievery.”

 “Slayton couldn’t stand seeing all the good people from his home town be treated like animals so he got into contact with some of his old G.I. buddies and gather up some of the rowdier good ol’ boys from his youth and formed the “Sons of Soyoco” as an anti gang countermeasure for the town...”

“Like a Tough on Crime Neighborhood Watch”
Luke interjected
“Sorry didn’t mean to interrupt”
He bashfully said

“No you’re dead on amigo. That exactly what it was. Fights broke out between the two groups evolving into an all out war in the streets, the Perros though were resilient and ruthless. This next part some folks say this was one of the incidents throughout Slayton’s life that started the down fall of his mental state.”

 “Word got around that the one of the Perro’s top guys kidnapped Slayton’s younger sister Charlotte and taken her to their clubhouse beaten her almost to death and also probably, y’know…”

Luke wide eyed realized what Scraps was implying also remembered who was telling him this story, the nephew of this poor, at the time just an innocent girl. Scraps may have not been anywhere close to being born around this time of this tragedy but the pain of the family runs deep in the blood of it’s kin.

Scraps continues

“So once Slayton caught wind of what had happened and the shit really hit the fan. Everybody that tells this story says it happened the exact same way so I can only believe it to have actually happened this way.”

“Armed only with a pump action shotgun and his K-Bar Service Knife. Slayton drove a Supped up pickup truck through the front of the Perros clubhouse and went in Seek and Destroy mode. He walked out with his little sister over his shoulder and in his other hand the 5 severed ballsacks of the Perro’s Head Five Members.”

“Upon seeing the newly dubbed “Diablo Tacuache”, the remaining Perros hastily packed up their shit  and fled town with their tails tucked in between their legs. Soyoco remained at peace for a little while longer.”

Scraps realized where he had been driving to

“Oh shit were almost at Slayton’s I’ll have to pick up on the second half another time. “

Luke disappointed that the enthralling tale of this man he was about to meet was cut short but a new for of anxiousness was bubbling in his stomach.

The truck slow down to make a hard turn to the left onto a rough dirt road that leads into a thick forest about 50 yards down.

  

      The two continue down the dirt road into the wooded area for a few miles before the forest opens up to a wide clearing that is littered with hollowed out husks of single wide trailer houses and vehicles ranging from abandoned 4 door sedans from the 1960s all the way up to large rundown construction equipment like dilapidated high-rise cranes in several pieces to wrecked bulldozers that would be commonplace in large quarry operations. Toward the back of this large industrial equipment graveyard on perched on an elevated section of earth, a large older southern plantation style house, not in the most presentable condition but visually lived and most certainly in livable condition compared to the domiciles and vehicles surrounding it.

As they pulled up to the large house, the cabin that Scraps had mentioned Luke would be staying in came into view. The small, cozy looking cabin was probably about half the size of a regulation single wide trailer home. It was more squared off as typical with cabins. It appeared to be completely homemade from construction grade lumber. It had two doors, one on the front on the smaller side of the building and another back door on the adjacent wall more toward the back where the master or only bed room would be located. The building had 2 windows, each next to the previously mentioned doors. A chimney that would commonly indicate a wood burning stove, jutted out from the side opposite from where the two fellows approached from.

 The structure sat about 50 to 60 yards away from the main house and the outside area surrounding the cabin itself had things you’d commonly see around a cabin shown in TV and movies. Like a firewood splitting hutch with accompanying ax and large stack of unsplit firewood as well as a smaller stack of already split firewood ready to be hauled inside by the hand dolly next it. Only a couple yards from the fire splitting hutch sat a large burn pit that was surrounded by large laid over logs that served as rudimentary chairs as well as a couple old folding chairs that a school would use for any assembly or in school event, and what looked like a bench seat to an old school bus. The little bonfire area was no doubt where most of the wood from the splitting hutch would end up at. Luke can sense that this little outside area has has no doubt been the hangout spot where The Shanklys and friends of them have spent many a night hear telling stories, jokes, tall tales and fables among the family and their guests.

In the driveway next to the cabin sat an older model square body Chevy pickup, a faded red color on top of a dented and worn metal body, no doubt from years of reliable and faithful service to its first and probably only owners, the Shanklys.

The two pulled into the driveway, get out of the truck and make their way to the front door of the cabin. Scraps takes the lead and as he grabs the door knob, he puts on his best game show host voice.

“Aaaaaaaaaand here is your humble abode for your fabulous stay in beautiful Soyoco, Texas!”

The possum quickly opens the door and flicks the lights on all in one motion. His showmanship being very endearing to Luke.

The interior of the cabin was about what you would expect from a guest house/ hunting cabin in the South. In the “main room” which seemed to be what 70% of what the cabin consisted of, had one larger older leather couch with 2 reclining leather armchairs, one on each side of the couch. Which all three faced a television on the opposite side of the “living room” portion of the main room. The kitchen consisted of a regular double door refrigerator, a stove and about 5 feet of counter top with a sink, all of which were against the back wall of the room, right next to a door that lead to the bedroom. The walls were littered with framed pictures of various people seemingly from all walks of life and taxidermy heads of various feral animals mostly whitetail deer and other feral cervid species common in North America, a few of the more “exotic” ones Luke made note of, such as the Bighorn Ram and Water Buffalo.

 But the ones that stuck out to Luke were the two on an end table, behind the one of the armchairs, near the wood burning stove previously mentioned. The taxidermy feral opossum that stood on its hind legs on top of a wooden stand. The feral opossum wore only a miniature trucker hat and leather fringe vest with accompanying leather tassels, and had a full sized cigarette placed in his mouth. And more shocking to Luke is that the little dead possum had a large set of balls, like 2 golf balls in a white fuzzy pouch, which on the small frame of the possum really stuck out and were very obviously unnaturally big for an average feral possum. Luke noticed a little brass placard on the wooden stand the opossum was on top of.  The placard read “Papa Shankly: The First Patriarch of the Shanklys”

Luke smirked at the obvious joke taxidermy piece. He then looked at the framed picture that sat next to the stuffed possum. The hound picked up the photo and gave it a curious look over.

The old photo was of a tall male opossum, with a large scar that crossed over a milky white right eye of the older male. From previous conversations with Scraps online, Luke determined that this was Uncle Slayton, and on each side of the older opossum stood 2 children, a little opossum boy and a little hyena girl, both looking no older than 10 years old. Luke figured that these two kids in the photo are Scraps and his sister Dixie. The three in the photo were dressed in their all camo duds, and all had a joyous smile that span across each one of their faces. Luke noticed that in the photo that the young possum lacked his signature copper snaggle tooth and cut in right ear. Luke surmised that both body mods, whether they be intentional or not. Happened later in life for Scraps.

“You taken a liking to Papa Shanks? Hahaha, my dad got Slayton that for Christmas years ago when Dixie and I were real young. Probably the same year that photo you got there was taken.”

Scraps said looking fondly at the goofy little stuffed possum and framed picture. His expression turned to one of sadness as the possum pondered on looking at the stuffed possum. He lets out a long exasperated sigh

“Well, hey let me show you the bedroom. It should be clean but regardless Dixie is gathering up some spare clean sheets from her place you can use. She should be here any minute now.”

The boys begin to hear the faint roar of a loud exhaust screaming into the soon to be evening sky.

“Speak of the devil… I think that's her now.”

 Scraps wonders over to the front window to take a gander outside and confirm his guess. Luke follows to take a peek as well. The two peer out the window and continue to hear the exhaust before she appears from around the edge of the tree line, a ways down the driveway. Even in the fading late afternoon sky Luke could see a large cloud of dust led by a bright red blur. As the vehicle approached Luke could start to make out what kind of car his friend’s sister was driving it was an old El Camino. The old car came to a stop in the drive way behind Scrap’s Silverado, the possum motioned to his friend.

“C’mon I’ll introduce you and we’ll see if she needs hand.”

Luke nodded and followed Scraps outside and the pair made their way to the bright red muscle car.

The hyena climbed out of the driver seat, and proceeded to greet the two as they approached, the female yeen stood at a stocky 5’9”, not tall by comparison of the two boys but her body type definitely meant she wasn’t a stranger to a hard day of work at the Scrapyard the siblings worked at. She dressed in a rancher style flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows, a pair of worn blue jeans and slip on, squared toed work boots, definitively not an attire that Luke is used to seeing women of her age dressing like, especially from his hometown.

“Howdy! I'm Danielle, but folks round ‘ere call me Dixie”

Dixie extends her arm out to the hound for a formal hand shake.

The hound abides and shakes the hyena’s hand, he was surprised at how hearty the girl’s handshake was. Luke introduces himself to Dixie.

“Um, hi my name is Jean Luc, but you can call me Luke, if you’d like”

Dixie gives the hound a warm and comforting look and smile as the two finish shaking hands

“Well Luke it is a pleasure to finally meet you, Scraps has told me his a friend he meet was coming down to our little country bumpkin side of the world. I has a bit hesitant about meeting people online, but my brother has had only nice things to say about you…..”


The hyena begins to snicker midway through talking.

“…. so much so that I was beginning to think Scraps found himself some “male company” to spend some time with him down here… hehehe”

Scraps crossed his arms and rolled his eyes at the statement, Luke on the other hand began blush and get a bit flustered at the suggestion.

“Well hardy har har, aren’t you funny.” Scraps replied to his sister’s comment

“Ever since I mentioned you were gay, Little Miss Matchmaker over here literally thinks you’re my secret “forbidden lover” I been talking to over the internet… can you believe that?”

The possum asks Luke, who has just kept quiet since the “male company” comment. I mean sure he had his “naughty thoughts” of his buddy, but he had never thought of Scraps as being ‘boyfriend’
material, “but I mean what is boyfriend material?” Luke contemplated as Scraps kept on ranting to his sister about his sexual escapades.

“….I mean you ‘member that dime piece wolf chick that was over while back, Dixie? She was fiiineee…”

“Yeah the one that called your dick small?”

“It was ‘mediocre’…… She called it mediocre okay!?”


“Alright whatever, settle down. I was just messing around Scraps. No need to get defensive. You’re making Luke here uncomfortable”

Dixie responds sternly to her brother. She then turns her attention to the embarrassed hound, placing her hand on his shoulder, which makes Luke look up from staring at he ground which he had done to hide his beet red face after hearing how nonchalantly the two siblings talk about sexual subject matters to each other, in front of a guest no less.

“Hey Luke, you alright buddy?” The young hyena woman says in a soft motherly tone to the second hand embarrassed hound.

“Oh! Uhhhh… yeah I’m alright, fine even. Ummmm …. Uh why do you ask?”
Luke stammers out responding to the hyena as if he was a young school boy who was caught by a teacher misbehaving.

Dixie still seeing the uneasiness in Luke’s face, ask a very lighthearted, simple question to the hound.

“Would you mind taking a walk with me?”
“Uh Sure, yeah I don’t mind…”
The hound responds

Dixie smiles then turns back toward he brother who is still mumbling by the cabin, arms crossed leaned against the wall of the cabin.

“Hey! You mind getting the clean sheets and everything out of my car and put into the bedroom for Luke here? I gonna take him up by the pond before it gets too dark out”

“Yeah Yeah, I got it…”
the possum responds as if he knows that fighting with his sister about it is an uphill battle that he’s just not willing at the moment to try and fight.

Dixie takes the hound’s hand and begins to lead him away from the cabin down a well worn trail. As the two make their way toward this alleged pond, Dixie sparks up the conversation again.

“Look Scraps has told be a bit about you. Ya’ll met on a “writer’s forum” or whatever, hit it off pretty well and after a few months of conversating he offers you a place to stay. To get away from from your very religious, very “by the book” family for a few weeks so you can kinda explore yourself and find out what really makes “Jean Luc” tick, stop me if I got the story wrong anywhere…”

Luke shakes his head

“No no, you've gotten to a Tee so far…”

Dixie smiles, showing off her impressively sharp teeth before continuing

“Good, which if what previously stated is all true. You’re pretty brave and trusting for being so timid…”

The two come to a stop by a large, man-made pond, the late afternoon sun reflected beautifully off the rippling surface of the water. The ripples only being broken up by the occasional fish snatching up a bug unlucky enough to get close to the water’s surface.
 
“Scraps told me your “gay”, so I just want you to know, you’re safe here okay? Us Shanklys are a very accepting…”

Luke begins to blush, Scraps was one of the very few that Luke actually admitted to “being gay” too.
To be fair Luke wasn’t even sure if he was “100% gay”. All things considered its not like he had technically lost his virginity at all. He has received his fair share of “heavy petting” from the females in his class, especially during the Gymnasium Lock-In the his school hosted. He could also recalled a year at summer camp that a promiscuous camper taught everybody in the boy’s cabin what a “mouth hug” was via demonstration. With all these experiences at hand Luke still hadn’t “lost his V Card”.
The hound never tried to dwell on it and just decided when its the right time it will happen.
But at the back of his head he wondered if he still hadn’t lost it because he was unsure or himself?
Was he subconsciously cock blocking him self? So he would finally make up his mind whether or he preferred the “company” of men or women. The hound spun him self into a tizzy forgetting the hyena lady in front of him. Luke refocused in on the yeen’s words…







“….matter of fact I’ve been out of the closet as bisexual, hell… since probably 8th grade now. But what a shocker, the hyena tomboy who likes fighting and works at a metal salvaging yard turned out to like licking slit once in a while, eh? Hehehe..”

Dixie laughing at her own joke. Luke also gives a halfhearted chuckle to let the hyena know he was listening

“So the road of self discovery led you here? Wow, ain’t life a funny thing? I hope you can understand how that can be misinterpreted as well, don’t you Luke?”

The hyena takes a step back, about an arm’s length from the hound dog.

Dixie continues speaking to Luke in a now very serious and authoritative tone. She has also taken a hold of bloodhound’s crotch, specifically his two walnut sized testicles. Giving the two pupmakers an attention seeking squeeze through the denim of his jeans. Making the poor hound’s legs shake desperate for relief

“Now see if you have anything but the best intentions for my family, more specifically my, bless his heart, idiot brother. Here’s what I’ve got a planned for you….”

Dixie tightens her grip on the already quivering testicles of the hound. Luke reply's to the tightening with a long drawn out squeal, barely recognizable as coming from the hound.

“I’ll drag you by your balls all the way to this very pond, rip them off with my bare hands and feed them to the mudcat that sits at the bottom of this pond, you got that?”

Dixie asks Luke, giving the poor boy’s balls a yank to punctuate her question.

“Y-YES, I UNDERSTAND, B-B-BUU PLEASE UUUH…..”

Dixie lets go of the hounds sack, letting him fall on his back and squirm around in pain and contemplate the threat she gave him, if he was in-fact planning on conspiring against the Shankly family figuring that his incomplete statement was gonna be a plea to release the poor hound’s love bag.

Upon letting the poor boy go she notices a slimy substance that lightly coats her fingers and palm.




“The hell?…”

She says to herself before giving the mystery substance a sniff. She draws her head back. Knowing that smell distinctively, She looks over at her now squirming ball busting victim and gives an inquisitive look at the crotch of his jeans. She sees a bit of wetness from behind the poor boy’s hand that clutches his injured sack. She kneels down beside the now sobbing hound. In an effort to comfort the poor male as well as continue her investigation she starts Whispering in her softest most comforting voice she can to ease the pain and fear that the hound has flooding through his mind right now.

“Hey hey, its alright. Im sorry Lukey…”

“I-I-I d-don’t mean y-y-you or you-your brother any harm. P-p-please don’t…..”

Luke mutters out between sobs and pants of pain.

Dixie winces at the pained male’s plea of forgiveness, truly ashamed for her use of “excessive force”.

“I know now, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to squeeze you that hard…” she says as she softly runs he fingers up and down the hounds forearm. Trying to coax the male into moving his arms to investigate the source of the substance that coated her hand.

“Luke I know this might be the last thing you want to do, especially for me but, I need you to move your arms, buddy. I don’t want to alarm you but I might have squeezed too hard and…….. broke something..”

Luke knowing that she didn’t “break” anything but more along the lines accidentally discovered something that nobody, not even his best friend Scraps knows about him.

Still being the shy and timid guy he is Luke tries to re assure the hyena girl that nothing is “broken” down there

“W-well that's is kind o-of you D-D-Dixie but I don’t think that is necessary…”

“Luke please, I won’t be able to sleep at night knowing I might have neutered a sweet, good-natured boy like you just because of my own ego, now please move your hands. I promise I will not bring further harm to your twig and berries, scouts honor.”

Luke reluctantly moved his hands from his wet crotch. He stammered to explain him self, feeling like the hyena would be more mad at the sight of his premature ejaculated soaked pants.

“I-I-I-I can explain, please don’t be mad, ohmygoshohmygosh…”

“Shhhhhhhhhhh…. Its okaay, I’m not mad, the body reacts to certain things differently”

She reassures Luke. Who is turning redder and redder by the second.

Dixie reaches down and unbuttons the hounds soaking wet jeans and zips down his fly, revealing the front of his tighty whities.

She tugs the jeans a little bit further down, toward his knees, giving her a clear view of his nether region nestled in his soaked little briefs.

“Now Luke, I’m just gonna give a quick feel of your sack, ok? No quick movements, no grabs, squeezes, yanks, or tugs okay? Just one slow inquisitive feel is that ok?”

Dixie asks Luke with the same cadence you would receive from a school nurse giving a physical.

Luke now with his hands shielding his face from embarrassment, he gives the hyena a quick nod.

Dixie now with permission from their owner, slowly begins to cradle and fondle the bloodhound’s delicate sack through the thin fabric of his underwear. Attempting to “earn” back the trust of the hound’s boys. She fondles the sack for a quick minute then proceeds to take “attendance” if you will

“One…… and…….. two.  Alrighty then, its seems like all is accounted for..”

Dixie is cut short by a new sight from the bloodhound’s crotch. A five and a half inch underwear tent being pitch by what else except the boy’s very own unabashed and unashamed fully erected member.

Luke already flush in the throws of embarrassment could bear to look as he know exactly why the hyena stopped talking. He couldn’t bear to try and explain himself out of this one, he stayed hidden behind his already sticky hands in total humiliation.

Dixie on the other hand was enjoying the view but tried her best to keep it professional
 
“Luke please, don’t be embarrassed, honestly I’m flattered…. Hehe”

Luke begins to mutter from behind his hands
“Dumb dog, dumb horny dog! You shouldn’t be thinking these things! That's Your friend’s sister! The friends that welcomed you here with open arms!….”

Dixie catches wind of the hound’s verbal lashing he is giving himself and decides to intervene

“Woah woah woah, hey hey hey, enough of that “Hail Mary” shit you got going on alright. You came down here to find yourself right?”

Luke peeks from behind his shame coated hands

“Y-Yeah?”

“So whats the harm in sampling some of the local cuisine, so to speak? I mean shit dude you’re already on the verge of busting another nut in these Spelling Bee Champion-ass drawers you got on.”

Luke avoids the obvious dig at his choice of underwear by the hyena and begins to contemplate her first question.

“Well I-I suppose you’re right but what if…..”

Before Luke could articulate his counter question to the hyena. She begins to fiddle with the front flap of his damp briefs and in on fell swoop reveals all of the five and a half inches of the bloodhound’s throbbing cock, desperately awaiting to release from anywhere it can get it.

“Tell me Luke….”
Dixie says as she grabs the base of the hounds needy member

“Are you gay, because you like men and only men exclusively?”

The hyena begins slowly stroking the now moaning bloodhounds cock

“Or is it because you ain't found a partner ‘man or woman’ that's pushed your buttons the way you like them pushed?”

The hyena stops the rhythmic stroking and gives a seductive look toward the bloodhound that’s curious of his response.

Luke opens his eyes to investigate why the hyena has stopped the blissful pleasuring of his member. He is met with the hyena's devious smile and inquisitive eyes, demanding an answer

“Uh-h-h-h definitely the second choice…. Ma’am”

Dixie giggles at the response and continues her polishing of his rod.

“…..is one of your ‘buttons’ the fact you like having you ballbag beaten til your crying for your mommy?”

Dixie asks as she takes a firm but not painful grasp of the hound’s already battered pupmakers.

But before she could get a verbal answer from the whimpering hound a volley of cream colored spunk leaves the tip of the bloodhound’s dick at a velocity that even is impressive to seeming experience hyena.

Ropes upon ropes shoot out of the hound, his nuts quaking as it expels the last of the hounds built up juices.

As the flood of cum comes to a gradual stop, the hyena releases Luke genitals allowing the poor pup, take in some breaths and collect himself. The hyena proceeds with the aftercare ritual that many of her previous partners come to enjoy about the matronly yeen. She lays beside the spend hound in the dirt and straddles the tired male. She motions in a circle on his chest with her finger before speaking in the soft, almost angelic coo to the hound.

“Hey big guy~ How are you feelin’ hehe….”

“I-I I feel Amazing! *huff*  *huff*  Fantastic! *huff* *huff* I can’t find the words to perfectly describe that *huff*  Dixie I -I…..”

 The hound’s stammering statement is cut short by the yeen’s finger coming up to his lips and shushing him

“You don’t have to describe it to me, honey. Your expressions on your face and reactions of your body spoke a thousand words to me.. But there is one favor I have to ask of you, sugarplums.”

“And what that be my darling?”

“I need you to jump in that pond and wash the spunk off yourself, I mean you got ropes of jizz hanging off your jowls.”

 Dixie suddenly and sternly commanded of the bloodhound

The bloodhound jumped up and sprang into action but questioned how exactly he was suppose to wash the cum, from all over himself, clothes and all.

“Like jump in with my clothes on?” he asked the hyena who was busy washing her hands off the middle of the jetty, reaching down into the water..

“YES, that way it’ll look like you fell in on accident!”

“Smart thinking!”

“As always!” The hyena replied as the bloodhound ran down the end of the jetty and cannon balled into the frigid murky waters

“A-AAH HOLY COW!! THATS COLD”

The hyena begins to laugh at the poor freezing hound.

“HAHAHA YEAH IT IS! HEH

Luke feeling devious goes up to Dixie who is kneeling bat the edge of the jetty, too busy laughing to see Luke sneak up and take a hold of the yeen’s hands and pull her into the freezing cold water along with him, soaking her too

“AAAHHH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, OHH THATS COLD. Ohh You mischievous lil fucker…”

Dixie attempts to playfully dunk the hounds head under the water, the both of them just loudly laughing  and playing in the disgusting pond water.

The pair were so loud, in fact. They attracted the attention of Scraps who was still waiting at the cabin by himself,  but now has wandered his way over to the pond, curious about what happened to his friend and sister.

“The fuck are yall doing?”

The possum asks the pair, who are both dead silent in water up to their necks, as neither could come up with a reasonable response until the possum answers for them.

“Wait don’t tell me…”

The possum quickly runs off into the foliage and disappears.

The attempt to look into the dark foliage in attempt to see the possum.

He then reappears, buttnaked and runs up the end of the jetty, jumps into the air and does a spread eagle soar into a front spinning cannonball, all the while screaming...

 “NEKKID SKINNY DIPPIN’”

Before splashing into the deeper part of the water.

Luke and Dixie look at each other and shrug and begin to start shedding clothes and following in the free spirited possum’s lead.

Scraps emerges from the dark depths of the center of the pond and lets out a loud

“HOLY DOG TITS, ITS FUCKIN COLD”

The hound and hyena laugh at the possum. Then the three proceeded to enjoy a good old fashioned southern style “skinny dipping” the well into the night.

Up until around 1:00 a.m when the trio decided to call it a night and get out of the pond. But not before all sharing a laugh at each others “shrinkage issues”

 Then after getting dried off and getting dressed up in warm clothes, the three started up the campfire in the pit out front of the hunting cabin.
As the trio cuddled around the warmth of the fire the three shared campfire stories til they all blissfully fell asleep around the fire.

Excited for what adventure tomorrow brings them.



The End







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