“They don’t call me acid-tongue devil for nothin’, huh Sugar Babe?”
All it took was a sweet, careful kiss from Chris to pass the tab onto Kate’s tongue. The tan wolf gave her a moment to let it melt before they carried on, his hands caressing that white-furred face of hers. The two had been at it for half the night, and could’ve kept going had that little ray of orange sunshine not shone through her when it did.
“God, you’re looking all kinds of fuzzy.” Kate giggled, picking herself up off the mattress. She ruffled the black hair atop his head, his long black bangs going every which way.
“Know what my favorite thing to do is when I get all like this?” Chris asked softly.
She shook her head.
“Go for a drive.”
Slowly she cocked her head, the gesture coming with a half-formed smile; she liked the idea, but there was part of her that didn’t quite “get it.”
“You work the wheel, I work the pedals?” she chuckled.
“Hey, neva done it like that.” he smiled, “I’m game.”
He helped her into her tank-top and cut-offs, and found himself buckling her sandals for her before he slipped in his own pair. Making it to the pickup wasn’t too bad. He got behind the wheel of the boxy, open-top Bronco, pushed the seat back, and helped her up into it. She plopped down right between his shorts.
“Let’s step it one at a time.” Chris said. “Get one on the brake for me.”
Kate dug her right paw into the brake while he turned the key. Once the engine caught, she let out a piercing howl. Chris jolted back and busted up laughing. “What that feel like, Sugar?” he guffawed.
“Felt as good as you,” she teased. “Made the night sky light up all shades of the rainbow. Looks nice and fuzzy.”
Chris nuzzled her cheek from behind while he dropped the truck in drive. “Sounds like you got yourself one good trip, Baby-Girl. Go’on and have it.”
At first, she kept stomping the brake. Chris whispered “to your right” before nudging her right leg with his own. She snickered, and went for the gas. The Bronco blasted off into the moonlit desert. A desert beyond her wildest fantasies.
The engine’s roar came on like a lion in heat, the blur of beige and black around them now a sea of shifting shades, picked out in reds, greens, and blues. The sky above rippled with the white-caps of an ocean under high winds. When Chris shifted his legs under her, she felt lighter than air. When she grabbed onto his arms, she was in stitches all over again at the softness of his fur. He took his left hand off the wheel and rested it on her thigh.
“Girl, you are living, ain’t ya?”
She didn’t say, just let that beautiful smile of hers shine on and on into the night. Whenever he felt her paw slip, he’d prop it up with his, always quick with a tease. “Hey, don’t let me do all the driving!”
After a while of bombing around, the vision shifted, and in those Technicolor fields of hers, she began to see shadows walking among the pixelated patches of light. It was on the road ahead that she could see these figures. They were of no wolven shape, just black. Pure darkness. “We gotta get outta the way.” she sighed, her breath growing heavy.
Chris looked puzzled at first. “They scaring you Baby?”
Her eyes began to widen. “Oh God.” She couldn’t put into words, the amorphous ineffable forms began to sprout cat’s eyes filled with static. The buzzing spheres infected the forms like a rapid-fire virus.
She slammed both feet down on the brakes, the Bronco skidding to a halt. The wicked forms snapped towards her, the thousands of little spheres fizzing and buzzing like a chorus of chainsaws. She fumbled for the gearshift, but felt the iron hands of her lover get ahold of both arms.
“Baby, baby, baby,” he soothed. “Look at me.”
Chris rested his head on her shoulder and shifted hers towards him. When the tips of their snouts touched, he could see her brown eyes were dilated like mad. To her, those baby blues and that tan face of his were the light of the world. She parted the long, loose bangs of black hair, trying to catch every ounce of light she could.
“Let me show you why I love driving like this.” he whispered. He spread his legs, and dropped Kate onto the seat. Carefully, he pulled her paws off the brake. He put both of her hands on the wheel and wrapped his big mitts around hers.
“You trust me?” Chris whispered.
“I do.” Kate mumbled, the bizarre forms now completely consumed by the writhing weird.
He slammed his sandalled paw down with a thunderous clap, the Bronco’s wheels screaming into action as the figures sped into view. He held her hands to course as the figures drew nearer and nearer, the surreal distortions of space beginning to open their maws. She gasped the second they disappeared as the truck blasted through the visions.
Chris could feel Kate’s heart beat through her back, his own racing with excitement. He let out his own howl of mad glee, one his girl was quick to join in on as he let her start steering from beneath his hands. She cut the wheel hard and cut a path through every one of these malformed heaps of antimatter, the rush of an engine ripping within her. He was there every step of the way, foot down and hands keeping her steady. She yelped “stop” when she was sure she had run down the last one.
The Bronco came to a halt just in front of Chris’ house.
The house itself was untouched by the acid, just the same white one-story they had been making love in half the night. When she turned to face her lover once more, he simply smiled. “Amazing thing to kill your fears, huh?”