She flies to Texas and spends a day oohing and ahhing over his dead-shit-in-jars collection and he tells her that the preserving technique she shared with him is working way better than his amateur formaldehydic fumblings. They stay up too late jamming and have to hustle to throw shit in the back of Dave's ironically rusty pick-up, then grab some greasy drive-thru breakfast sandwiches that last them till they get out of Houston. After that, they have to rely on an ironic mix-tape to sustain them. Journey plays them into Austin, where they have to stop for gas.
Jade drives for a while when they hit a sufficiently dead patch of West Texas, which is pretty much all of West Texas so she gets bored before they run out of empty road and they switch off so she can stick her head out the window and eat dry, dusty air. She wags her ass when she does it, but Dave doesn't bother mentioning it because she's doing it like a foot away from his head and it's a pretty prime ass.
They sleep on a blanket in the back of the truck when they reach New Mexico, bags used as pillows.
By the time they hit Nevada, Dave is rethinking the irony of owning a truck with a temperamental A/C in Texas and Jade is down to her bra and a skirt. Barefoot and half naked is how Jade Harley greets Burning Man. After digging through her bag, that gets upgraded to completely naked except for a homemade tail on a thin rope tied around her waist, a strip of fur the only thing between the world and her ass crack.
Dave slathers on his first layer of sunblock for the day.
By the time it's dark, Jade's organized a circle of like-minded individuals, fur sprouting here and there among bare skin, to howl at the moon. Dave's shirt disappeared some time around his second shitty, lukewarm beer, and someone in a coyote fursuit is handing him...he can't remember what number this beer is. He's been keeping up a pretty even beer-to-water ratio, so he's only a little buzzed, but he feels drunk off the hum of energy and the vibration of drums from a drumming circle off to his left and the VIBE all around him.
He leans against the coyote's shoulder and only then notices the fursuit has a sequined bikini over it.
Tomorrow, he'll regret forgetting to put on a third coat of sunblock at midday, but the memory of Jade Harley's perfect tits by firelight will sustain him through the aloe vera-dulled burn.
The memory of a coyote in a bikini copping a feel of some grade-A Strider ass steak, not as much.
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Jade drives for a while when they hit a sufficiently dead patch of West Texas, which is pretty much all of West Texas so she gets bored before they run out of empty road and they switch off so she can stick her head out the window and eat dry, dusty air. She wags her ass when she does it, but Dave doesn't bother mentioning it because she's doing it like a foot away from his head and it's a pretty prime ass.
They sleep on a blanket in the back of the truck when they reach New Mexico, bags used as pillows.
By the time they hit Nevada, Dave is rethinking the irony of owning a truck with a temperamental A/C in Texas and Jade is down to her bra and a skirt. Barefoot and half naked is how Jade Harley greets Burning Man. After digging through her bag, that gets upgraded to completely naked except for a homemade tail on a thin rope tied around her waist, a strip of fur the only thing between the world and her ass crack.
Dave slathers on his first layer of sunblock for the day.
By the time it's dark, Jade's organized a circle of like-minded individuals, fur sprouting here and there among bare skin, to howl at the moon. Dave's shirt disappeared some time around his second shitty, lukewarm beer, and someone in a coyote fursuit is handing him...he can't remember what number this beer is. He's been keeping up a pretty even beer-to-water ratio, so he's only a little buzzed, but he feels drunk off the hum of energy and the vibration of drums from a drumming circle off to his left and the VIBE all around him.
He leans against the coyote's shoulder and only then notices the fursuit has a sequined bikini over it.
Tomorrow, he'll regret forgetting to put on a third coat of sunblock at midday, but the memory of Jade Harley's perfect tits by firelight will sustain him through the aloe vera-dulled burn.
The memory of a coyote in a bikini copping a feel of some grade-A Strider ass steak, not as much.