Sex Drive

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Sex Drive

By SynjoDeonecros

"Are we there yet?"

"No.

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

"Would you guys cut that out?"

Dante and Shaba laughed, obviously enjoying my annoyance. Shaking my head, I smirked and returned my attention to the road, my black-streaked silver mullet waving like a flag in the open air. We had been driving for a couple of hours, coming home after visiting some friends in Aurora, CO, and my two passengers decided to have a little fun with that fact at my expense. I knew they were just trying to make light of the long trip, but it made me feel like I was in a Simpsons episode.

Dante leaned back in his seat, placing his hands behind his head as the air from the open window washed over him. Shaba did the same thing, propping his arms across the top of the back seat. Both of them smirked coyly as they relaxed. Dante had been my boyfriend for almost a year now, while Shaba had been a close acquaintance of mine for almost three months. Both were sexy as hell, and they knew it.

Dante and I had met Shaba at the local gay furrie bar, where he worked as a stripper. Of course, Dante had met him prior to meeting me, so it was easy for us to get along. After having him over a couple of times, we soon became close friends, and, soon afterwards, mutual lovers. Of course, Dante is the only one I truly love, but it didn't hurt to have a bit of variety in our love life.

I glanced at the rearview mirror, partly to check the road behind me, partly to gaze upon the body of my friend. Shaba looked incredible in his blue jeans, Crocodile Dundee-esque hunter's vest and tank top . Dante, on the other hand, had decided on the raver look, his form-fitting black leather pants and black mesh shirt leaving almost nothing to the imagination. I, of course, had gone with the traditional black jeans, sleeveless button-down shirt and jean duster, fingerless racing gloves completing the look.

I sighed and readjusted my grip on the steering wheel. This drive was taking longer than usual, which was odd, since the road was practically deserted. For the past hour or so, we had seen all of three cars pass by us, all going in the opposite direction. It was like everyone took a day off from cruising the interstate or something. Dante flipped through the radio stations, trying to find something of interest on.

"We have now officially entered.... The Twilight Zone," muttered Shaba, looking around. "I mean, come on, here! Where in the hell is everyone?"

"I don't know," I replied, puzzled. "It's like everyone dropped off the face of the Earth or something. I don't like this."

"Me neither," concurred Dante. "It's quiet.... Too quiet.......... Boo!"

Shaba and I jumped, nearly causing me to swerve off the road.

"Dante!" I yelled, not pleased at his little practical joke. "Don't do that when I'm driving, man!"

Dante simply laughed. "Gotcha!"

Shaba shook his head, his white-streaked black hair tossing gently with each flick of his head.

Scowling, I returned my attention to my driving, trying to cool my temper in the process. Dante was insufferable like that: give him one chance to surprise you, and he'll milk it for all it's worth, whether you like it or not. Damn him, I thought. He knows how seriously I take my driving. Did he really think I'd enjoy being scared half to death while on the interstate? Jeez.

Dante caught wind of my displeasure and went dead somber. "I'm sorry, man," he apologized. "I was just trying to lighten the mood a little."

I sighed, shaking my head in defeat. Yeah, I knew what he was trying to do. I couldn't blame him for trying to entertain us during a long and boring drive home. It had been a little too dull during the trip, and, like it or not, that little stunt of Dante's was a rather refreshing change of pace.

"All right, so you're one up on me." I glanced at my rearview mirror. Still nothing. "So, what do you guys have in mind to keep us occupied here?"

Dante just grinned, staring at me with lustful eyes.

'Oh, no,' I thought, a little panicky. 'You are not going to do what I think you're going to do, are you?'

Yes, he was. Carefully, Dante placed his hand on my thigh, caressing it gently.

"I'm sorry for scaring you back there," he cooed, smirking evilly. "Let me make it up to you."

Slowly he crept his hand closer to my crotch. I glanced down at it, then at him, then back to the road.

"Dante," I said, fear creeping into my voice. "Dante, stop. This is neither the time nor the place for this. I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but I personally do not want to die today in an autoerotic collision."

Dante smirked at that comment. "Interesting choice of words, there, love. 'Autoerotic'. I'll show you 'Auto-Erotic'."

Undoing the fly of my pants, Dante slipped his hand in, working his way underneath my thong underwear and grabbing hold of my dick. Slowly he rubbed it, squeezing slightly as he jacked me off. Groaning, I fought my instincts, trying to focus on the road. Fortunately, we had come across a long, flat stretch of interstate that seemed to go on forever, without any bends or curves. And, thank God, there was still no one around. Flicking on the cruise control, I took my foot of the gas pedal, wishing I was able to lock the steering wheel so the car wouldn't swerve and I could enjoy the masturbation worry-free. As it was, I put my full effort on ignoring the pleasure and focusing on steering the car.

Unfortunately, that heightened sense of pleasure allowed me to feel more than just the stimulation of my member. Within seconds, I felt the silky smooth skin of a human?s hand on my dick change into the unmistakably luscious leathery pads of a... rat's paw? Glancing over at the passenger seat, I gasped, more from what I saw than from the ministrations to my member. There was Dante, grinning evily, in full rodent mode, his tawny fur glistening in the sun. He flicked his ears, further disturbing the locks of his already wind-tossed mohawk.

"What in the-?" I practically screamed. "Dante!? What in the hell are you doing?"

Dante just chuckled, still stroking my member. "Like I said, making up for what I did to you."

"Okay," I growled, trying to keep my temper - and my pleasure - in check. "Jacking me off while I'm driving is bad enough, but do you have to change into your furry form? Here? Now!?"

"Calm down, love. Look around: there's no one around for miles. It's been that way for hours. No one?s going to see us. Right Shaba?"

I followed Dante's gaze through the rearview mirror. There, sitting in the back seat, was a large, buff, and very male skunkmorph, decked out in Shaba's clothes. Shaba looked up and smiled, waving at me gleefully.

"Oh, God," I groaned, more in dread than from the paw on my cock. "We really are in the Twilight Zone."

Despite my urges, that paw kept at it, stroking my now painfully hard member for all it was worth. At least Dante had the sense not to try and give me a blowjob. There was absolutely no way I would tolerate that. Besides, in retrospect, such a feat would have been impossible, anyway: there was no way the lecherous rat could fit his head between my lap and the steering wheel. If only he hadn't decided to try something sexual with me now. Oh, sure, it felt good. Only until we ran smack into another car or a ditch or something. Then it would be painful. Majorly painful.

Glancing into the rearview mirror, I could see Shaba undo his pants, letting his monstrously huge cock unfurl from his sheath. At eleven inches long and two inches thick, it wasn't a cock; it was a fire hose. Shaba wrapped his paw around the delicious rod of meat and began stroking it slowly, deliberately teasing me with his mock display of self-pleasure.

I groaned and returned my gaze to the road, surprised that I hadn't steered completely off it yet. In fact, I seemed to keep the car more centered in the lane than usual. I wondered: was it because of the stimulation I was getting? Was I somehow more aware of my surroundings and my actions while I was sexually aroused? What if Shaba decided to screw me through the car seat? What kind if impact on my driving would that have?

I didn't want to think about it.

Gripping the steering wheel hard, I summoned all the control I had left to keep myself focused on driving and on nothing else. Not the paw on my crotch, not Shaba's masturbation, and certainly not my sudden urge to change into my sabertooth tigermorph form. Then, suddenly, I felt the head of my cock rub against my jeans, Dante deliberately using my own pants to further stimulate me. I moaned lustily. I knew what he was trying to do; it had been one of my favorite fetishes for a while. He wanted me to cream in my pants, to soak my jeans and underwear with my milky cum.

Well, I thought. At least it's better than him giving me head while driving.

Sighing, I relented to the paw, allowing the pleasure from its stroking of my cock wash over me. Surprisingly, I still stayed alert enough to steer the car, following the basic routine of driving like it was an automatic reflex to the situation. Who knows? It could very well be a reaction to my being jacked off while driving. They say you learn something new every day, but this was ridiculous.

Glancing at my rearview mirror, I saw Shaba pull his pants down to his knees, exposing his tight anus. Catching wind of this sudden exposure, Dante snaked his prehensile tail out through the crack between the seat cushions and towards the skunkmorph's awaiting ass. Grinning, Shaba unbuckled his seatbelt and slid over, getting right behind the rat. Buckling up again, Shaba spread his legs and grabbed Dante's tail, leading it to the tight ring of muscle between his buttcheeks. Bracing himself, the skunkmorph pushed the tip in, working the appendage as deep into his ass as he could before Dante took over, forcing more and more of the tail into Shaba's ass until only whatever length was needed to bridge the gap between them was left. I gasped, amazed at how deep Dante's tail was in the skunkmorph. He had never went that deep with me, and he gave me tail fucks almost constantly.

Shaba gritted his teeth as Dante pushed his tail that deep into him, feeling his insides become stretched out to accommodate the thick appendage. Once he grew used to the intrusion, Shaba nodded to Dante, returning to his now painfully hard cock. Smiling, Dante began wiggling his tail around, Shaba's stomach literally bulging with the writhing of the appendage within him. Gasping and moaning from the new sensation, Shaba began jacking off again, this time really jacking off, not the pseudo-masturbation he had given me a few minutes before. Enthralled, I continued to watch as Dante continued to tail fuck the skunk, gasping as Shaba?s stomach bulged and writhed like something was trying to claw its way out of it. With as long as Dante's tail was, I wouldn't be surprised if it had taken up the entire length of Shaba's large intestines, possibly even slipping into his small intestines, as well.

Suddenly, I snapped out of my stupor, my eyes darting towards the road ahead. Amazingly, the car had not swerved one bit while I was in my lust-filled trance. Sighing in relief, I leaned back into my seat, readjusting my grip on the steering wheel. Then, just as suddenly, I tightened that grip as I felt the pressure of my oncoming orgasm build to almost dam-bursting levels. Squealing, I tried to fight it off. Just as I noticed that my dick had become far too sensitive to the stimulation it was getting. Each time Dante rubbed the head against my pants, it felt like hundreds of little barbs were catching on the fabric, each barb sensitive enough to send little jolts of pleasure through... my... body.... Waitaminute.... Barbs?!

Looking into my side mirror, I saw a silver-furred sabertooth tiger staring back at me. I sighed heavily. That was it, then. I had been totally defeated. All my efforts to prevent that damn pleasure from releasing my inhibitions about this whole thing were all for naught. They had brought me down to their level with their sneaky sex attack, and now, I had succumbed totally to the orgy.

At least, I thought, as I looked around, There's still no one around to see us.

Gasping as my cock was once again massaged against the fabric of my jeans, I started to thrust my hips, humping desperately into Dante's grip. My seatbelt prevented me from humping too far forward, or too hard, but I didn't care; all I wanted was to cum so that I could once again focus on not getting us killed in an auto accident. Looking at the back seat through the rearview mirror, I could see that Shaba was as close as I was, maybe even closer. His paw was a blur as it flew over his engorged member, his hips bucking hard with each couple dozen strokes. With his other paw, he had grabbed Dante's tail and was trying to get it to pump into him, pulling it out a little ways before shoving it back in. His anus looked like a huge, gaping mouth, spasming and dripping anal fluid as it continued to devour the rat's tail. It was amazing; I had heard of Shaba taking horse's cocks up the ass, but this was the first time I had ever seen him take anything coming close to that size up there.

And then there was the smell. Above the strong smell of horny furrie males having sex, there was the distinct aroma of skunk musk. I watched in fascination as Shaba squirted a fine mist of the stuff from the base of his tail, covering his paw and Dante's tail with the pungent liquid. I smiled. That was one of the reasons why I loved having sex with Shaba; I always had this fetish for skunks. Particularly, me, a handsome male skunkmorph, and a warm tub of tomato juice. I don't know. Maybe it's just me, but I've always found the smell of skunk musk strangely erotic. Sure, it always burned when it got sprayed on my crotch, but that only heightened the pleasure for me.

Finally, with one loud moan of pleasure, Shaba orgasmed, spraying his thick seed high into the air. Unfortunately, the car's roof was in the way, and was soaked by the torrent of cum spewing forth from the skunk's twitching penis. It was the Old Faithful of orgasms, cum spraying out of Shaba's dick by the gallons. It was literally impossible to predict when it would end. Unfortunately, I didn't get to see much of my friend's climax, as I also let loose my load, after a few more minutes of coaxing from Dante. I gripped the steering wheel hard, practically screeching out a roar as I thoroughly soaked my jeans with my hot tiger cum.

And still I kept the car even with the road, not even swerving an inch in the process.

After a good ten minutes, both Shaba and I calmed down enough for rational thought. We were both panting hard as our climaxes ebbed, our cocks finally slipping back into their sheaths. Gasping, I changed back into my human form, noting with appreciation that Dante was already zipping up my pants for me. I glanced over at him and snarled in exasperation.

"Dante," I said in an even tone.

"Yes?" he asked innocently.

"If you ever do that again," I growled, venom almost literally dripping from my words. "I swear to God I will pull over and whup your ass so badly raw hamburger would look better than it. Do you understand me?!"

Struck dumb by the dead-serious tone in my voice, Dante could do nothing but nod in utter shock. Shaba didn't say anything; he didn't have to. Even though I didn't say anything to him, he knew that threat went for him as well. With a super-loud, super-long shlurp, Dante pulled his tail out of the skunk, the appendage looking surprisingly clean for having been halfway through Shaba's digestive tract. Licking off their paws, the two furs readjusted themselves, Shaba taking longer to return to normal since he had to put his pants back on. Once they were all situated as they were before this whole fiasco started, I sighed and returned to my driving. There were still no cars on the road, thank God.

"Well," I said, breathing a sigh of relief. "At least no one saw our little 'sex drive', eh?"

Just then, a siren came on behind us. Looking at my rearview mirror, I groaned in despair as a highway patrol car, lights flashing, came into view.

"Ah, crap," I cried out, slunking back into my seat. "Could things get any worse?"

Turning the wheel, I pulled over and came to a stop, awaiting the end of the world. Wisely, Dante and Shaba had resumed their human forms at the first sound of the highway patrol's siren. The patrol car pulled up behind us, its lights and siren shutting off as it stopped. From the rearview mirror, I could see a large, rugged highway patrol officer get out of the car, impressive in his size and strength. Instinctively I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet, getting my ID and registration ready for the inevitable showdown. The officer walked up to my side of the car, his sheer bulk enough to make me cower a little in fear. He bent down, sticking his head near the window.

"Hello, boys," he said cheerfully, though his heavily tinted sunglasses hid any discernable emotion from view. "May I see some ID, please?"

Nodding, I handed my driver?s licence and registration to him, almost visibly shaking in my nervousness. What in the hell did I do wrong? I asked myself. What happened to make him chase after us? A sudden theory entered my mind, sending chills down my spine. Did he see us having sex while I was driving? Did he see us in our furrie forms?! My heart began beating faster as I prepared for the worst, praying to God I was wrong.

Nodding approvingly, the officer handed both my driver?s licence and registration back to me. Then he smiled.

"I'm sorry about the inconvenience, guys," he apologized, slipping off his sunglasses as he talked. "But I'm afraid I'll have to take you in for questioning."

He looked straight into my eyes and, try as I might, I could not pull away. His eyes held me in place, their very existence keeping me in awe. With one look, I knew, and I could not believe it: He had seen everything we did. But it wasn't just the message of his look that kept me suspended. It was their very nature.

For, staring back at me, were the eyes of a large grizzly bear.

"I trust you'll follow me back to the station," the officer said, giving us a huge bruin grin. "I would just hate it if you guys decided to resist an arrest.