We’ll Take It
Raven
“You rotten motherfu…” I could strangle Cyrus right now. He pulled me off the bike and started rubbing his big ass thughs over my tits through my shirt then just quit. QUIT.
“No, no Fireball. Bad girls who rub crotches on motorcycle rides don’t get their nip nips played with. The smug bastard is wearing a proud smile as he stands before me, waiting for death.
“Then you shouldn’t have started.” Eyes, throat, groin. All are easily accessible. Amateur.
“Baby, I started with you before we left the house.” That does it. I bring my knee up into his groin and drop him to the ground below. That should serve as a reminder for the next time he thinks teasing me all day would be a good idea.
“Ay Papi.. Cyrus yelps as his knees hit the ground, holding his crotch monster.
“Did you just yell for your daddy?” I shake my head as he brings one knee up and plants his boot on the ground, attempting to breathe through the pain.
“Sure as shit not yelling for my mommy.” Yeah, Cyrus got a shitty hand on that front.
I bend down, getting face to face with Cyrus. “I’m your mommy now, so be a good boy and get up so we can look at this cabin.”
“You’re so damn nasty Fireball. I’m going to do obscene things to you that are probably illegal in 38.5 packs when we get our first home.” Cyrus smiles as we hear a throat clearing.
“Yes, still here. This is the only cabin I have open aside from building your own.” Angela informs us as I take my mate’s hand and help him to
his feet.
Again, she misses the mark. This cabin looks like a tiny shit hole and the overgrown weeds surrounding it doesn’t help. Maybe the inside will be spectacular or some shit.
I was wrong.
“Why does this place look familiar?” Cyrus asks as I scrunch my nose up in disgust as we enter.
“It was Billy’s,” Angela says. Billy lived like a slob.
“Who was Billy?” I ask as I shove my nose down into my shirt.
“Bloated Billy. Lived as a hermit. He died. Took a while to find him in here.” Cyrus wanders around looking the place over.
“That’s why it stinks,” I swear, if he shoves me over anything in here, I will slap the hell out of him. Every surface is covered with moldy food, garbage, and newspapers.
“He also died here.” Angela interrupts as if she is providing me with new information,
“I’m aware of how rotting bodies smell, Angela.”
“Raven, do not give Angela nightmares.” Cyrus enters the small living space again from somewhere.
“Stop saying her name,” I growl. I do not like hearing it on the tongue that belongs to me.
“Awww, love you too, Fireball.”
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I walk into the kitchen and hear something scurrying. I look at the rusty fridge, and I know I shouldn’t open the door, but I can’t resist. I release the handle and pull it open.
“There’s a family of oppossums in here,” I call out toward Cyrus.
“Huh…how about that. Do the oppossums come with the house? Cyrus asks Angela as she walks into the kitchen.
“There must be a hole somewhere in the back of the fridge,” I say as the momma opossum hisses at me and runs out of the fridge and then the kitchen with her babies hanging on for dear life.
One baby flies off its mother and lands on the floor. I pick it up by the scruff as it hisses loudly. The oppossum is actually cute with its big. fuzzy ears, beady eyes, and long tail. The only time I’ve had one this close, my wolf was eating it.
“Did we just become parents?” Cyrus says as he pokes the baby in its fat little tummy.
“I think we did,” I answer him as I inspect it some more. Where do we get tiny oppossum bottles?
“What is happening here? Your wolves will eat it. Just throw it outside.” Angela’s comment earns her a snarly hiss of my own.
“What’s happening is the fates hand–delivered us our first kid, and we need a house, Angela. Come on, Fireball. Stick that thing in your boob crack when you get on the bike.”
It bit me when I shoved it down in there, but now it seems to be content and warm. Then I had to listen to Cyrus tell me all the reasons why he hopes I get rabies.
“Why are you stopping here?” I ask Cyrus as Angela pulls up behind us in her car.
“I think I have an idea,” Cyrus says as he picks me off the bike and pulls my shirt back to look in my boob crack. “What are we naming this thing?”
“Who knows?” I have never had a pet of any kind. It is not common for obvious reasons.
“Who knows….I can work with that.” I roll my eyes and turn toward the building we are standing in front of.
“You want to look in here? This is an abandoned warehouse.” Angela says with huge eyes as I scratch inbetween my boob crack, rubbing the oppossum’s head as he hisses at me again.
Probably hungry. Me too, little guy. Me too.
“Yes, I want to look in here.” Cyrus grabs my wrist and pulls me along into the abandoned warehouse.
We enter the old industrial warehouse by rolling open a metal door. Stepping in, it is clearly abandoned. Industrial light bulbs hang everywhere. The building has rusty steel beams and scaffolding. The stairs lead up to an open second floor where the windows are. The floor is concrete, the lighting is poor, and everything is metal.
“This is a 10,000 sqft warehouse that used to be an autobody shop of sorts.”
“She means that they used to chop cars here.” Cyrus interrupts.
“Sure, car…chopping. Anyway, you could convert the upper level into a massive living area, and the lower level could be for all your toys.” Angela looks around in disgust, wiping her hands on her pants after touching something.
“I sleep with my toy, Cyrus informs her, and I smile. He just can’t help himself.
“Uh, yeah…sure. You could make it into apartments as well. It would take a lot of work. It is a massive abandoned building. The beams look rusty. I think there could be a bathroom in the back somewhere.” Angela says as Raven and I start walking around, using our imaginations as much as we can.
We’ll Take It
“Look at these posts. I could climb straight up to the second floor using the metal within them to hold on to.” I walk around one and grab hold of it, pulling a few times.
“Think of all the places I could shackle you to, Fireball. He has a good point.
‘And look at the beams. We could put swings wherever we wanted to.” Cyrus suggests as he points up at the supports.
“Gregory makes swingsets. He probably has several swings.”
“Not those kinds of swings, Angela,” I answer as I squint my eyes, seeing Cyrus‘ vision.
It’s hot.
“There’s enough room for an armory.” I counter his swing suggestion, deciding to play this game with him and talk dirty myself.
“You could display whips, chains, and handcuffs on the walls for easier access,” Cyrus replies.
“You should probably gut it first and then have actual things necessary for living installed. Angela stands, frightened and judging.
“We’ll take it.” We say in unison, the heat burning between us as the tiny oppossum sticks his head up from my boob crack and hisses at us all.
Chapter Comments
Amanda
sweat Jesus they are my favorite !! absolutely Feral couple
MonstersCallMeMama
they’re fkn wild
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