Author's Note: The story proper begins. I hope you all enjoy. This is very much a rewrite/reboot of my story which I started way back in 2007, just as I was finishing high school. Back then, I intended it to be a gritty, dark take on a superhero story, I didn't even have sex scenes in the original version. This version I make now is certainly more liberal with the sex and the humor, as that's how my writing had grown since then. All that aside, please read on and enjoy!
Four Months Later
Four months had passed since the sudden death of his beloved, Hannah.
Jacob had since separated himself from his old life in Corpus. He had found himself living in a shitty second floor apartment in Waco, TX. His personal health had deteriorated gradually since that night; his dark hair had been allowed to grow all the way to his shoulder blades. His black leather jacket, which Jacob had once worn with pride, was now a dusty reminder of his past, having lost its shine long ago. His shirts were increasingly becoming more tattered and sticky from spilled alcohol. The only thing he had which made him smile anymore was the picture, which showed him and his beloved in happier times.
Jacob kept it along with her rosary on his dresser by his bed. He had never even looked at another girl since. Little did he know, was that things were about to make a dramatic and extraordinary change very soon.
Jacob's day truthfully began with a dream. In this dream, he was out somewhere in the middle of a huge wasteland. He was wearing some type of black armor. A shadowy battalion approached him at a furious speed. His hand went to his side for some type of weapon and instead, he pulled out the ring he had given Hannah before she died. It proceeded to melt in his hand, causing him to recoil in shock. He looked up to see an entire army of Hannahs covered from head to toe in grotesque burns. A sudden flash of light forced him to turn away to face the blue sedan that had taken the life of his beloved. He tried to move out of the way, but couldn't. He could only watch as the vehicle exploded mere inches away from him, engulfing his entire body in flames.
CRASH!!!
Jacob woke up in a cold sweat. He looked to his left where the crash came from but saw nothing... until he got out of bed.
"Ahh! FUCK!!"
He'd cut his foot on some broken glass. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was the picture frame holding Hannah's photo. It had fallen and shattered on the floor; he remembered that he had been drinking the night before and he probably fell asleep while still holding it.
"Jesus Christ!"
He muttered as he picked the pieces from his foot and dropped them in a trashcan by his bed. He placed the picture in a drawer for safekeeping. He got out of the right side of the bed to avoid any further mishaps with the glass. He found the first aid kit in his bathroom, he put on a rather crude bandage then went about his daily routine.
Sometime later, Jacob was dressed, fed, and out the door. He got in his truck and drove off. He pulled up in a parking lot by a small bar. Jacob figured it would be close enough to working at a nightclub. The difference was more drunken fights, less buxom females.
...
Meanwhile, in a hotel overlooking Corpus Christi Bay, a female meerkat stepped out onto the balcony. Her emerald-green eyes peered calmly over the shimmering blue waters below. Her petite muzzle curled up in a cute smirk. Her red hair, still wet from showering, blew in the wind. Around her body, with the little hint of her bosom showing through, was a white towel. Her alert eyes focused on a yacht moored to the pier. She tapped quietly on the railing as she looked upon the people gathering around the boat.
The meerkat glanced behind herself, then scoffed, "Well, he's sure taking his sweet time."
Just as she'd said that, the glass door slid open and a tall, buff otter stepped out onto the balcony. She smirked at him, "And you say I take too long." then turned away to try to rile him up.
The otter laughed, "Excuse me if I've got more to wash than you, mon cher."
The small kat stuck her tongue at him.
Her otter boyfriend hugged her from behind and without any words, he began to nibble on her soft neck. She could feel as he pulled her to his body that he was wet as well, having just finished his own shower. She did not feel a towel on him, though.
She grinned, "Sam, this isn't your house, you can't just walk out here with your dick out."
Sam ground his hips into hers while his paws ventured under her towel. "I know not all of you is complaining, Hidaya."
Hidaya gasped when his fingers invaded her warmth. "S-sam, not now. We have a party to prepare for, remember?"
He turned her head back and kissed her lips while he felt her up for about a minute or two. He spoke into her cute, round ear, "I remember, I just want a quick little kiss before we get dressed." He laughed then kissed her again before letting her go. He let her see him lick his fingers clean before he stepped back inside.
Hidaya shook her head after her partner gave her some peace. "I'm taking a vacation after this."
...
Elsewhere, at a bookstore on South Padre Island, it was business as usual for one young ram, Mick. He was standing at the counter reading The Caller Times when a pretty vixen in a cute dress walked up. He could smell her perfume without having to look.
"Excuse me..."
He put down the newspaper, briefly.
"Where do you keep your little romance novels?"
Mick looked at her oddly and nonchalantly pointed to the back. As she left, he heard footsteps coming from behind. A lanky, tall vampire bat took the young sheep by the waist and kissed him directly on the lips, letting his long tongue tickle until the ram relented and opened his mouth.
The vixen watched as their tongues danced wetly between bat and ram. When the kiss ended, the bat looked right at her with his eerie scarlet red eyes and licked his fangs before he winked. She blushed wildly and quickly vacated the store.
The bat chuckled evilly, "Well, she was cute, wasn't she?"
He kissed Mick again as he casually unbuckled the sheep's pants. He held the ram's "rammer" once it had been unleashed and began to brazenly stroke it. The bat spoke softly, "I woke up this mornin', Mickey, and you were gone. I understand last night was our first time, but, I usually like a little protein-enriched pick-me-up after a good night. Nonetheless; I can assure you, after last night, I'll be rememberin' your sweet body for nights to come."
The ram let the lecherous bat have his fun as he spoke "So, you'll be talkin' to your
boss about my current situation, Jimmy?"
The bat paused in mid-stroke, his face a mixture of disappointment and disgust before he faked a smile. He reassured him with a grin, "I told you, sheep-boy! I got this! We'll all be up and out o' your wool before you know it." He squeezed Mick's muzzle with the same hand that had just been jacking the sheep's jerky, "I just gotta go talk with my people back at the office."
Jimmy kissed him one last time then hopped over the counter landing neatly on all fours. He turned and winked at Mick as he put his hand on the door handle.
"Don't worry, Mickey! Ol' Jimmy's got your back; you can count on it." He gave a corny thumbs up to the sheep before pushing on the door.
