Path: not-for-mail From: LeoNerd <leo-spam@leonerd.org.uk> Newsgroups: fur.stories.erotica Subject: Re: FUR: trying to find The Road Rovers get Groomed! - UNIX_2_DOS_rrgroomed.txt (1/1) Date: Thu, 08 Jan 2004 20:09:24 +0000 Organization: Fox's Underground Revolution - http://www.fur.com/ Lines: 821 Message-ID: <20040108200924.44203b77.leo-spam@leonerd.org.uk> References: <20040101011242.03823.00002241@mb-m07.aol.com> <nl6nvv8t6r5qq5nch2tm1ei6n0eg81m7o6@4ax.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cpc3-cmbg5-3-0-cust205.cmbg.cable.ntl.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Trace: raccoon.fur.com 1073592567 18069 81.104.194.205 (8 Jan 2004 20:09:27 GMT) X-Newsreader: Sylpheed version 0.9.7claws (GTK+ 1.2.10; i686-pc-linux-gnu) =================== On Wed, 07 Jan 2004 00:35:51 -0500 Anonymouse <squeak@if.you.hate.spam.com> wrote... much UUencoded text Here again in plain text for those who can't (be bothered) to uudecode stuff... (Note: I am simply reposting this in its entirety, unedited. I do not claim any rights over the following text) ----------------------------------------------------- This is my first FURRY story. Enjoy.. :) F/MMMMM, NC, Bestial With regards to the late Road Rovers. And WB. And the usual, If your offended by; SEX, Non-consensual Sex, Bestiality, Or Under AGE! Your in the WRONG place! So!.. BE GONE! To those that stay, I hope you enjoy my efforts. And I'm sure I've stepped on someone toesies! Sorry. :) Feb. 4, 1998 The Road Rovers get Groomed! "Hunter! Have you gone MAD!" Blitz, as usual was cringing in the back of the ATV, shrieking. "For once I have to agree with Blitz, comrade.. Have you lost your tiddley winks?" Exile grumbled from the right seat. Shag was still whining from having Groomer land in his lap! Hunter glanced at the other Road Rovers in the vehicle. "Relax! She's out cold... and Gen. Parvo will be too busy trying to get his 'cani-o-mutants' rounded back up and calmed down to notice that Groomer is gone." Again Blitz's German accent came from the back seat. "What are you going to do with her? She's a bad woman!" This time Hunter just smiled and gave Exile a wink. The Husky just stared at his pack leader for a bit.. Then suddenly the light of realizing what Hunter had in mind, crept in to his icy blue eyes. "Hunter.... What you are planning to do with human female.. 'Master' will now like it!.. Neyt!" "What won't the 'Master' like?" Blitz howled. "Just keep your fur on, and you'll see." Hunter grinned. Noticeably absent was Colleen. She had taken the rescued prince back to safety in the small two seat plane that they 'borrowed" from Parvo. The rest of the Rovers where making their way, through dense undergrowth, and 'old growth' forest, back to the base by a large open, six-wheeled ATV. Groomer had been blown into a tree during the fight. And had hung over a branch, unconscious, until Hunter backed into that tree, with the ATV, shaking her lose, and dropping into Shag's lap! Hunter noted she was still alive, and for the most part, unhurt. And then took off, into the forest, with his prize! The vehicle lurched over ruts, and around trees, tossing the occupants around. Groomer gave a soft groan. Reaching into a storage compartment, Hunter pawed a set of hand-cuffs to Shag. "Here.. Put these on her, and strap her into a seat. Until we can put some distance between us and Parvo." Shag did as his leader commanded. After a couple hours of travel, Hunter slowed the lumbering vehicle into a small clearing. "Who's up for lunch?" Hunter barked happily. Shag had the hibachi fired up even before the ATV came to a full stop! Blitz scampered off behind some trees. And Exile turned to check on Groomer. "How is she?" Asked Hunter. "She's Okie-Dokie, comrade. She should be waking up soon." The big Husky leans closer to the equally big American Mongrel, speaking softly he asks. "Hunter.. You ever do this, (Exile nods towards the still sleeping woman.), with a human before?" Hunter grinned and said. "Yea.. At the pound, one of the keepers there would take me home with her some nights.." Exiles' eyes got as big as saucers! "Wow!... You American's really know how to take care of their pets!" Hunter's expression turned hard... "No, my Siberian friend, they all don't. Many of us dogs are killed every year, Because no one wants us... If it hadn't been for Muzzle, I would have been done for too." Hunter went over to his bound up friend. "Hi'ya Muzzle old pal... You want to go for a run?" "Ungh ungh.. " The massive Rottweiler bounces in his travel dolly. "You going to let crazy dog lose out here in the woods? Neyt!" Talking to both Exile and Muzzle. "He'll be ok... Wont you big fella.. As long as there's no men around he'll be just fine."