“Eddie! No time to explain, get in, Hermano!”
“Hey, Chico! Would it matter if I said I had plans tonight?”
The large Mexican wolf laughed “Trust me, amigo, if you had any, they would be worth canceling! Have I ever steered you wrong?”
“Depends,” I answered, “Is running from the cops wrong?”
I took the bottle he held out to me, his Secret Family Recipe tequila that his uncle “back in the old country” made. “So it’s going to be one of those kinds of nights.”
He gave me his best grin “Better! You can even have the worm!”
A lot of people thought his accent and mannerisms were put-ons, since he came from a “normal” middle class suburban family, and his name was actually “Jonathon,” but I’ve met some of his other friends, and they’re definitely not normal, middle class, or suburbanite.
I was already feeling good by the time the bottle was passed back to me, and the worm slid down my throat. By the time we got the small house in the middle of nowhere, I was flying!
“So, what are we doing here, Chico?”
“Just mingle and find out, Hermano!”
He steered us toward the house, greeting several people along the way, some of them I even recognized, but knew better than to make that known. By the time we walked in the door, I was so tuned up, I barely knew who I was! I just knew that after being hit with the overwhelming smell of testosterone in overdrive from several different species, if Chico didn’t bring me here to be gang raped, he wasn’t going to be able to walk right for a week by the time he was done with me!
Then I heard the screaming. Then I smelled the fear! There was already fire in my veins, and now I was turning into an inferno! I must have pushed my way through the crowd, but nobody seemed to mind much, because soon I was seeing two bunnies, a brown one being used by a couple of dudes, and seemed to be beyond caring about it, and a gray one curled up and crying.
I didn’t know what it was about that gray one, but as soon as I saw her, I knew she was the one screaming and I had to hear her scream some more! Since I already had a belt in my hand, it didn’t take me long to figure out how to make her scream. Thinking back, I had no idea where that belt came from, buy man did it feel good in my hand, and man did it make that little bitch scream when it hit her cunt! Her hands seemed to be pretty sensitive too, which isn’t unusual, I guess, because she’d try to protect her pussy with them, but as soon as I’d smack them, she was yanking them away. Oh yeah, it was a great night!
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