Colin had covered ground pretty fast all things considered. It helped that he nestled into that old couch those blondes were hauling off to go camping.
'Thank you God for making them so stupid.' Colin thought as the truck rolled on down the road. It was only another block until they'd be out of town.
He was almost.....
there....
His blood ran cold as he saw Donavan's wife driving that college girl's car, pistol firmly clutched in her hand, and in a werewolf costume for some reason.
'This is fine.... as long as she doesn't notice, it'll be fine.' Colin thought to himself as he peered through a hole in the couch.
Donavan's wife glanced over a little bit... when her eyes seemed to lock... in... Colin's... direction.
'Fuck, she can see me!' he thought as the truck suddenly pulled over.
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Tammy and Kiki just wanted to go camping, but this lady pulled them over and pointed a bang bang at them.
"He's in there, now get him out!" the fursuit bitch yelled.
"Like, what are you talking about?" Kiki asked as she twirled her golden curls.
"There is a man in that couch and I'm after him!" the angry bitch yelled again.
"Ummm, one: there's no guy in there, we'd like, know. Two: Like he'd want some ugly old bitch like you." Tammy sassed as the woman got ready to shoot.
"We'll prove it!" Kiki yelled as she and Tammy sat down.
Colin's face went from fearful pale to cherry red as he got an eye (and pelvis) full of big fat ass. He sweated cold and hard while clutching his junk, praying it wouldn't stiffen....
(Can you hold your breath for four minutes?)