Author's Note: Oh yeah, this gets the "don't do this" disclaimer. Otherwise, enjoy this entirely fictional affair where property is stolen and destroyed.

"The Backseat" - by FurCreamer

Jim hated away games. It wasn’t an uncommon feeling among traveling athletes, but he and the fraternity of locker F69 had an additional reason to find them trying. The group was showered and clean from the day’s game and had decided to spend some time club hopping. No action in F69 meant they’d have to work a little harder to get their balls cleaned out tonight. There was usually no shortage of female club hoppers who would have little problem ‘opening-up’ to a professional athlete, even if they didn’t have a Nike endorsement.

Jim reflected with a smile, knowing that most of those females would also be well dressed on this cold winter night. Not only did a lot of chicks open their legs for pro players, but they also took requests like “jerk me off with your fur coat, baby” in perfect stride. Fortunately, they were usually less enthused when Jim’s talented balls squirted on their precious furs. It was the age-old lie with a twist, “No, baby, I won’t cum on face… or your fur…” The more annoyed the better, Jim thought. A few of the tearful, aghast faces passed through his mind, looking down at their expensive trophy furs dripping with his steaming loads, hairs matted down and stuck in clumps of white goo. Ahh, the magic…

The group of six were making their way through a back entrance of the large stadium. The lot was well lit even in the dark of night. General banter carried with them as they crossed through the VIP lot.

“Hold up, man.”

Kendal’s arms stretched out and brought the group to a stop. They briefly exchanged confused glances and annoyed curses at the fullback. Pushing him to try to keep him moving. “Please, people, look at that shit…” he said, his right hand pointing to a BMW a few spaces over from their location, near the front of the lot.

Even Jim took a moment to see what Kendal was talking about. Others still weren’t catching on until he led them over to the silver car. “Check that shit out, boys,” he said triumphantly.

Laying on the back seat was a full-length golden isle fox coat. Even under the uneven lights of the parking lot, the coat was a masterpiece. Full pelts with a wide tuxedo collar and double beveled sleeves that ended in a set of moderately sized cuffs. It was laid out along the back seat of the BMW, in a clear garment bag.

“Yeah, nice lookin piece,” Jim said. “Probably a sweet fuck.”

The others nodded, the wordless agreement passing through them.

“Yeah, too bad,” Ahmed’s baritone rung.

“Fuck 'too bad’, I say we bang the bitch,” Kendal said.

“You insane, man?” Jim slapped him on the shoulder, “Fuck, I can’t even begin to-” Images of screaming car alarms, running athletes and stories on ESPN about attempted grand theft auto swirled around his head as Kendal pulled the rear passenger door handle of the BMW up.

It opened.

There was a pause in the night air. Kendal hadn’t even pulled the door open, just the latch. Glances passed through the wind. Finally, Ahmed broke the silence.

“Oh hell fuckin’ yeah…”

Kendal swept the door back and grabbed the bottom of the garment bag, yanking it. The bagged coat slid out with a rush into his arms. He held it up by the heavy wooden hangar jutting from the top like the prize capture it was.

Jim’s mind reeled, but his cock was starting to make strong arguments against rational thought. Besides, the dye was cast. They had the coat, so why not rape it… He looked around, saying, “Dudes, where we gonna do this thing?”

They all looked around. “We can’t do it here…”

“Back door locks automatically.”

“Equipment warehouse?”

The warehouse behind the stadium was unlocked. Equipment was being shuttled in and out by people paid to be disinterested in events around them. Fortunately, the big men were big enough that shepherding a full-length golden island fox coat between them was relatively easy. They snooped around, finding an empty area and, with a wordless agreement, decided it would do. Jim took the coat and hung it up on the edge of an equipment rack in the small clear area.

“Open that bitch up.”

“Yeah.”

Jim began unzipping the bag, shushing them, as there was still activity in other parts of the warehouse. The full, plush fur pushed its way out of the bag as the zipper released, whetting the appetites of the group even more. Finally, Jim pulled the shoulders of the bag down and fully released the creamy tan/brown fox. He almost ceremoniously picked it up by the hangar and shook it, fluffing the long, thick pelts of the coat out to their maximum girth.

Girth was also readily displayed as the boys began pulling down their own zippers. Huge, thick shafts were already fully erect and threatening to burst through their jeans watching the slow reveal of the fox. Their cocks sprung to full attention once they were no longer hampered by the rough, uncaring denim.

Jim finished re-hanging the full-length coat and pulled out his own stiff dick. Closest, he slides it up against the side of the cock, poking into the pelts and thrusting his hips up and down, starting a classic humping motion on the hanging coat. “Fuck… nice,” he says, his cock tasting the full body of the pelts, and already leaving small streaks where his precum leaked out. “Okay… stand up fuck!” he calls out.

There is general agreement to the idea. They’d leave the coat hanging and fuck it standing up. The rack spar from which the coat swung was fairly low, so, with their height, they had easy access to the upper shoulders and collar, the sweetest areas to fuck. Kendal stepped up across from Jim, “Stand back, boys, I found it, I’m taking the first shot.”

Jim grunted as he jammed his shaft into the left arm of the coat, the thick pelts unable to fully envelop his fat shaft. “Room for 2 up here, asshole,” he said playfully, thrusting at the coat so it swayed on the hangar. Kendal gripped the right arm and curled it around his huge, fat shaft, gasping quickly as he starts fucking the full, curved sleeve in long, hard motions. “Damn, this bitch is soft.”

“C'mon you shits, not like we’ve got time to spare here… Besides, I want a piece of that bitch,” Willie’s baritone insisted.

Jim grunted as he roughly fisted up some of the soft side pelts and jammed his cock into them. Willie was right, not the best time to play 'who can fuck the longest’. This hot, soft fur bitch was going to get it fast and hard. Jim’s huge, hard shaft ground into the soft side of the golden isle fox. His pushed some of the long sweep of the back up between his legs and rubbed it against his swollen nuts.

Kendal’s cockhead peeked out of the wrapped arm of the coat each time he jerked forward, the tip wetter and slimier each time. The fur around the edge was quickly dampened by his precum and his thrusts became more and more powerful. The big man’s big cock raped the fox coat savagely, his free hand grabbing and mauling the collar, grasping and stroking it as he pumped. “Fuck bitch,” he groaned, “Eat some of this shit.”

The athlete’s cockhead slid out of the wrapped, full pelts of the coat’s arm and spit a huge line of jizz up the side of the tuxedo collar. Kendal reared back and thrust through the coat arm again, sending another and another full, wet, sticky line of cum into the coat’s collar. His load was splashing into the arm pelts as well, each time he thrust through the soft fur soaked up more of the load, slickening his shaft as he milked seven more thick blasts up the side of the collar, leaving the hole through he fucked steaming and plastered as well.

Subdued cheers went up, everyone mindful of causing too much noise. Kendal’s load stuck to the side of the golden isle fox’s collar in thick clumps, hanging off the edge and draped in shallow arcs across the shoulder. Jim lost it watching Kendal’s cock hosing the front of the coat. He did his best to suppress a shout as his swollen ballsac began plastering load into the side of the coat. He rubbed his cock up and down the wide pelts, leaving thick, steaming trenches of his cocksnot in the pelts, soaking them to the skin to make sure they were completely ruined.

Jim’s spunk squirted down the sweep of the coat, to the tail, dripping in thick, chunky blobs that rolled down like glue. His cock pissed down more cum in white blasts until the side of the full-length fox was a sticky, ruined mess. He staggered back, enjoying the slow cooling of his hot cock, eying with appreciation his sticky globs on the huge full-length fox. “Next,” he said with a lopsided grin.

Willie and Ahmed took up positions on either side of the hanging fur. Willie hungrily grabbed the cuff that Jim had spared and began spearing it with his fat, beer-can cock. Ahmed rubbed up and down the arm of the coat, part of which was still sticky from where Kendal had wrapped his cock up with it. Willie roughly took the cuff and mashed it with his cock, pushing it down with his big hands and turning it partially inside out. “Watch this shit,” he said, pushing almost half the sleeve of the golden isle fox coat up inside, leaving the rest dangling, fur inside and out. He slid his fat cock inside the fox sleeve pussy with a grunt. “Damn this shit is soft,” he grunted.

Willie wasn’t known for his staying power, and true to form he only managed to jam his cock up there four or five times before he grunted. “Fuck!” The fat cock began exploding up the arm of the full-length fox coat. Inside his cum splashed around the soft pelts of the cuff and the full double beveled sleeves. Judging by his grunts, Willie unleashed at least fifteen shots of spunk into the sleeve. Willie’s half-hard dick slid from the sleeve pussy, pulling it right-side-out as it dropped. He grinned, “Hell yeah, that’s fucked up.”

The thick golden isle fox sleeve from about halfway down was a damp, matted mess of spunk. Willie’s cum had shot into the crushed sleeve and now, pulled back out, it was spread all over, wetting down the hairs and leaving the cuff mauled and dripping. Willies spunk had ruined a huge swath of the coat in a spectacular fashion.

Ahmed nodded as he jerked his cock against the shoulder of the fox, sliding it up and under the top of the golden isle fox’s tuxedo collar. He’d been humping up where the collar flowed into the front of the coat, an ultra soft crevasse of virgin fur his cock was steady smashing with each brutal thrust. His hips jerked forward over and over, holding on for a few minutes as Willie stepped away and allowed Bennet to grab up the opposite side of the collar, following Ahmed’s lead and slamming his cock up against the underside.

Both men’s cocks pressed the opposite sides of the full-length fox’s collar together from opposite sides, sandwich fucking it. Their heavy nuts rode the fur up and down as they pressed it together between them. “Fuck yeah,” Bennet groaned. Sweat flecked from their foreheads and dipped on the top of the collar as they used all their might to rape the soft fur collar.

Unable to wait any longer, the last of the six, Marcus stepped up and mashed his cock into the front of the collar below where Ahmed and Bennet were raping it. Three cocks now ground into the fur simultaneously. Wet blobs of precum milked into it as their arousal increased with each violent thrust. All three were humping in unison as they finally grunted like the rutting animals they were and their three cocks began unleashing their loads into the fox coat.

Cum pissed out in long, thick streams as their bloated, fur charged balls gave up all they could into the supple golden isle fox. Hot wads of cocksnot buried themselves into the tuxedo collar on both sides, causing huge white streaks to criss-cross the top of the collar. Marcus’ cum shot up and down the front of the coat, firing long lines over the lower half of the collar. Jim and the rest watched with appreciative awe as the three cocks completely soaked the front of the full-length fox coat. “Holy fucking shit! That’s awesome!”

The three staggered back, leaving the golden isle fox coat hanging lopsided, the front a gooey, sticky mass of the athlete’s thickest, most potent white loads. Glue like cocksnot stuck in massive, steaming blobs to the coat, it’s formerly soft, supple pelts now wet, mauled, and completely ruined by the men’s powerful jizz. The smell of perfumed fur and spunk permeated the area, an intoxicating scent. The fox coat was completely raped, its worth next to nothing now.

“Heh… let’s put it back…” Jim said with a satisfied grin.

Fifteen minutes later, after some fast, coordinated scouting, Jim and Kendal, who’d been holding the coat by the hangar at arm's length to make sure he did get any of the jizz on his own clothes, tossed the ruined fox into the back seat of the BMW. Jizz stained the leather seat covers as the coat landed.

They slammed the door shut and calmly walked away.

* * *

The next morning a tall blonde in a mink jacket exited the stadium offices. The trophy wife of the stadium owner was in her mid-thirties, athletic, and fresh from the after party. She fished the keychain remote from the pocket of the black mink and pressed the “unlock” button. The car alarm didn’t beep. She frowned when she realized she’d forgot to lock it… again.

The car was still, so no harm was done, she mused. She opened the door, remembering she’d come from the furrier with the big fox coat her husband bought her.

The smell hit her first, a stink of stale sex with which any trophy wife was well acquainted. She’d never smelled it so strong, before. She almost gagged. Her eyes darted around the car, and then she looked in the backseat.

The scream could be heard through the entire parking lot.