Amber! What have you done to Joe
Amber!! What have you done to Joe! By Raven fox; Amber, my character from the story Freaky Friday does something to Joe. (Shetlands character from his series the fall of man) This story takes place in the future. Nancy is forty, Amber is twenty and Joe is seventy seven. Joe is dying because of losing the will to live after the death of Shelly his wife.
Joe a sable colored sheltie anthro is dying. It has been almost nine months since his wife Shelly, a tri colored collie has died of a heat attack. He looks in the mirror at his frail features. The eyes that can barely see are dull along with his coloring with a lot of graying. "Dam I miss her, I wish she is still here." Joe punches the mirror, causing a sharp pain in his hand. The mirror just flexed, Joe looks at the smear of blood and the torn skin on his knuckles. "Fuck man, why did I let Mike put this dam unbreakable stuff in the house. Oh it was her that did it." Joe cringes at the painful memory of Shelly allowing Mike their son modify parts of the house five years ago. Joe glares at the reflection and steps out of the bathroom.
Amber a vixen and sheltie/collie mix is looking thru a book in her room. She sighs to herself while thumbing thru the very old book. "I must do something for him. He was so full of life till nine months ago. I really love him, but I can't stand watching him waste away." Amber stops going thru the book because something catches her eye. She reads the page pushes a strand of red hair off her muzzle. "Now this is interesting." Amber directs her greenish brown slitted eyes to the page. "I'll mix this up for him and make him feel better." She mixes the items and puts all the stuff in a vial. Then leaves her house to go see her grandfather. A gust of wind blows on the book, a page flips over. The writing says, "Side effect is age decreasing. Makes recipient very young, us caution when using this mixture." The page flips back over and the pages vanished.
Joe is lying on a couch looking at the TV watching the news. "Today marks the fortieth anniversary of the events that killed half of the population on this planet. The event also changed humans to anthropomorphic beings. Any one of our viewers that remembers being a human please call us and tell us your sto---." The TV shuts off, Joe lays down the remote.
"I can tell you people my story of being human. It sucked I was unmarried like I am now." Joe falls asleep on the couch and starts sleeping. Later on he felt someone shaking him. He opens his eyes and sees a vixen looking at him. A few long seconds later the vixen clears up. Joe is looking at a vixen with sable coloring with long fur and long red head hair with blonde highlights.
"Hi Amber, nice to see you. How are things going?" Joe asked weakly.
Amber looks at her grandfather with pity. She gazes at the old anthro sheltie who's very thin with dull colored fur and dead look in his eyes. "I am fine grandpa, I am worried about you. I haven't seen you in a week, you don't return my messages. When was the last time you ate?"
Joe looks at her and smiles. "I am fine Amber; I am just not feeling well. My phones broken, plus I had a big breakfast."
"Yeah right." Amber replies looking at the sink that looks like it hasn't been used in a long time. She walks in the kitchen looks in the fridge shakes her head at the sight of an empty fridge. Amber looks around the kitchen that has no food and at the thin form of Joe. "Oh grandma, why did you half to die on him. He's lost the will to live and he's starving himself to death. Well I better involved now." She thinks to herself as she walks up to Joe. "All right grandpa, since you had a big breakfast. Let's go for a little walk OK?"
Joe looks at his granddaughter and shrugs his thin shoulders. "All right, just around the block only." Joe follows her outside the house. He tells her about the news story about remembering forty years ago and the news anchors asking the audience to call them telling their stories about being human.
"You should have called grandpa; I bet you had some good stories to tell." Amber slows down a little letting Joe go pass her.
"Na My life was boring till I change into a URRK!!" Joe got put in a headlock by Amber.
"Sorry grandpa, I can't stand seeing you killing yourself. My mother is on a tour and won't be back till tomorrow. Mike is at Eastern Washington till next week. So it's just me keeping an eye on you." She forces his mouth open and pours the contents of a bottle down his throat. Amber felt pity by Joe's reaction; nine months ago he could have easily thrown her off. She released him.
Joe coughed a couple of times and looked at her. "What was that stuff and why the head lock?"
"Something to give back your will to live grandpa. I am sorry for being rough on you; mom will get upset if you ended up at the hospital. I was real close of calling one to pick you up." Amber said looking at Joe with a stern look.
"I lost someone dear to me nine months ago. So I am still a little depressed and lost my craving for food. I am going to OOOUUUUUUCCCCCH!!!!!!!!!" Joe collapses on the sidewalk grabbing his head. He felt a burning sensation through out his body. "Good I am dying of heart failure; I'll be joining her soon." Joe said as pain raked his body.
Amber watched as Joe writhed on the sidewalk. She watched as Joe gained muscle mass on his body. Joe's hair went from dull color to a shiny color. He looked up to her with clear bright eyes with his mouth open. Amber looked at the pearl white teeth that were no longer yellowed and worn. She watched as the tan area on his muzzle went from gray to a nice tan in color. Joe buried his face in his hands and howled. Amber covered her ears at the strange sound coming from her grandfather. She watched as the small shirt on him stretched and ripped. Amber looked at the well muscled back and felt wetness between her thighs. "Hold it Amber that's your grandfather that's causing you to get all excited." She puts a hand on a well muscled shoulder.
Joe looked at her with bright greenish brown eyes. He looks at his body, Joe is all muscle again. Joe looks at his hands and arms; they are no longer thin showing bones. He looks at Amber his granddaughter, he felt his penis starting to unsheathe. "No, I am not a child molester. I am seventy seven years old and I don't think that kind of stuff." Joe looks at Amber again. "I think you better take me to a hospital Amber. Something happen to me and I want to get to the bottom of this." He gets up allowing Amber to help him. They walked back to the house. Some female anthros are looking at Joe making seductive comments to him, Joe felt embarrassed because his upper body is showing. He looked down seeing a well muscled chest with a six-pack muscle pattern on his abdomen instead of sagging fur skin.
At the house Joe went in the bathroom, he stripped down to nothing. He looked at reflection. Joe saw bright eyes instead of ones with a dull dead look. He looked between his legs and saw a large scrotum with a large sheath instead of a withered one. Joe shook his head and thought of Shelly naked when he first saw her in her apartment forty years ago. He looked as he saw his penis emerged from the sheath. "Dam still a good size hadn't seen it in a long time." He thought of the day nine mouths ago and watched as it went back inside him. Joe glanced at the young reflection and put on some clothes he hadn't worn in a very long time. Amber is waiting for him and they went to see his doctor.
Joe sighed as the 1963 Ford truck drove him to the doctor's office. He gave the truck to Amber two weeks after Shelly died. Joe noticed that she takes good care of it and the truck all ways gather a crowd when it's park.
At the doctor's office the doctor was hesitant at looking at a healthy patient. Amber showed the doctor a picture of Joe taken a week ago. The doctor shook his head and did an examine on Joe.
Later on at the examining room the doctor looking at a clip board said. "Well according to you. I should be looking at a frail seventy seven year old anthro sheltie. I took a good look at you and right now I am looking at a twenty year old sable colored anthro sheltie. Mr. Marsh, you're twenty years old again, I remember doing an examine on you five months ago saying that your wasting away. I don't know what happen to you, but it looks like your going to live your life again, I am sorry Mr. Marsh but I can't make you seventy seven again." Joe sighs leaving the room.
Amber forced him to stay at her place that night. The next day she saw him looking at himself at a mirror sulking. "Sorry grandpa, I was only trying to help you. I tried to find that section on that old book but the pages disappeared." Amber said to Joe, he sighed.
"Amber I am home!" Said Nancy walking in the house.
"Man, she's going to be mad at me for doing something to you." Said Amber with a worried look, Joe nodded. Amber walked up to her mom Nancy. "Mom, something happen to your dad yesterday. I tried to help him, but it back fired on me."
Nancy shot a stern look at her daughter. "You know I care about him a lot. So what happen to him and where is he?"
Amber sulked and looked at the anthro sheltie collie mix. "Well you know he's been depressed over the death of grandma and he's been wasting away. I tried to give him something to give him the will to live. Instead of giving him the will to live it made him young again."
Nancy looked at the ceiling and sighed. "All right Amber, how old is my dad now?"
Amber looked at the floor and looked up to her mom. "I took him to a doctor and the doctor said he's twenty. I am sorry for doing something to your dad; he's in the living room mom."
"Dad please come in the kitchen!" Yelled Nancy, she heard someone shuffling in. Nancy saw her dad walk in the kitchen. She looked at the short muscular anthro sheltie with bright long fur coat with greenish brown bright eyes. Nancy stared into the eyes of the young anthro sheltie and knew it is her father not a prank by her daughter Amber. "So dad how are you feeling right now?"
Joe looked at his daughter and grand daughter shrugged his muscular shoulders. "Other than I got to wait another year before I can buy beer again I am fine." Joe answered, doing his laugh that Nancy heard from him when he's in a good mood. "I got to get a hold of Mike soon to get me a new identity. I knew what Mary did for a living when I was living with your mom. I kept my mouth shut because I didn't want to upset Shelly. You remember that Mike started hanging out with Mary after he went thru college. So when he gets back I need to talk with him."
Nancy looked at her father who's now is twenty years younger than her and the same age as Amber. "All right dad, you know Johnny is on a business trip for another week. Amber is twenty at the moment; I don't know when she'll go into heat. We're keeping an eye on you till we talk to Mike. Dad, due to the possibility of Amber going into heat at anytime you're sleeping with me, no you're not sleeping on the couch, because I can lock the door to the bedroom. Dad, Amber gets aggressive when she's in heat so you're sleeping with me. I am forty and my clock has wound down so you don't have to worry about me going into heat." Joe sighed and looked at his daughter.
Joe lay on the bed next to his daughter who's wearing one piece underwear. He looked at her outline in the dark. "Dam, this sucks. I am stuck here with my daughter who's now twenty years older than me, plus my granddaughter who's the same age as me. I miss you Shelly, why did you have to die on me?" Joe falls asleep in the bed drifting off to sleep.
Nancy woke up to an empty bed, worried that something happen to her dad she ran around the house only in her nightgown. "Whoa daughter I am fine. I am making breakfast. I didn't want to wake you up, I remember the times you slapped me when you were growing up." Said Joe with his laugh. Amber is sitting at the table watching him fix breakfast.
"Well dad, I got to go to a practice session with my band. You're coming with me due to something Amber might do. I am going to keep an eye on you so you won't get into any more trouble." Nancy said to her dad, Amber sighed. "You Amber, when this is over, we are going to have a little talk."
Joe sat in the 1991 Ford Ranger truck as it went down the road. Instead of the rattle of the gasoline engine, it is making a whirring noise from under the hood. Nineteen years ago most vehicles went electric powered by a long lasting power cell the owner plugs in a regular 110 volt outlet when not in use. Joe looked at the dash panel of the truck he used to own. The fuel gauge was replaced with a power cell indicator. He looked out the window and saw various feline and canine anthros walking down the street. Joe sighed and looked at newer style buildings in place of ones he used to hang out at when he was human.
The truck pulled into a parking lot of a place that was a 7-eleven. Joe grinned as he walked to the defunct store where he use to buy late snacks as a human boy. He used to sneak outside in the middle of the night with his friends to go here to buy stuff and they go to parties.
Joe walk inside the formal store and looked around. The aisles are gone with the cashier counter. There is now a band set up in the middle of the place. "Nancy, who's that with you? It sure doesn't look like Amber." Said Brain the band leader a gray wolf.
Nancy walked up to Brain and talked to him for a few minutes. Joe looked at the band members. He noticed that Brain and Nancy are the only original members of the band called War Dogs. Joe looked at the current members. There's an another wolf on the keyboards, and a tan young fennec fox vixen on bass. The vixen with long thick curly dark brown head hair with tan high lights and dark green eyes is looking Joe over. Joe felt her gaze and looked her. She is an inch shorter than Joes five foot five inch height. The vixen looked around a 35C cup breast size with a thin compact build. She is wearing tight jeans and a tight shirt which is squeezing her breasts. Joe's penis unsheathed, he tried to hide the bulge in his pants but she saw it and nodded then gave Joe a smile. He sighed and walked up to Nancy and Brain.
"Our guitar player quit Nancy." Said Brain talking to his daughter. He looked at Joe. Brain looked at Joe and recognized him. "Mr. Marsh, I hadn't seen you in a year. What happen to you and do you still play?"
Joe grinned at the wolf. "Well, I hadn't play in a year. I need to practice a little, plus something what Amber mixed up made me twenty years old again."
Brain nodded knowing about Amber's potions that she mixes. He looked at Nancy and grinned. "Well it looks like we might have a session, Nancy we need to borrow your dad again like twenty two years ago."
Later on Joe is standing holding a guitar in his hands playing with a band again. He felt alive again hearing the music to his ears while he is making it with his finger tips. After the session, Brain walked up to Nancy and Joe. "Nancy we're going on another tour in a month, it will takes weeks to find another player. I decided to have Joe join us for now."
Nancy looked at her dad, Joe nodded. "All right Brain, I think my cousin John will make a good member of this band." Brain nodded because the other members are close.
Joe heard a young female voice saying. "YEEEEEESSSSSS" He knew it is the bass player named Susanna. Joe sighed to himself, he found out Susanna is twenty three years old.
"What is it with older women and me?" Joe thought to himself looking at the vixen that's three years older than his body. Susanna is staring at him with dark green eyes holding her bass case; she blew him a kiss and left the place. Joe sighed and looked at his body that's young again. "Well I do look good to her." He looks up at the ceiling. "Sorry Shelly, looks like it's going to be a long time before I see you again. I might be seeing someone again but you'll all ways have a special place in my heart. I'll think of you every day till I see you again." Joe thought to himself and walked outside to talk to Susanna.
They drove back to the house, Joe looked at Nancy. "Let's go to the house so I can get a few things." Joe said to his daughter.
Nancy looked at Joe. "All right dad, don't do anything to yourself." As she changed direction of the drive home. Nancy pulled the truck to the house, Joe walked in the place. Nancy waited and watched the house. "I can't believe our bass player has a crush on my dad, well at least he acting like himself again." The garage door opened; there is a loud rumble of a V-8 engine as a black 1969 Chevy Camaro started backing out of the garage. "I thought it didn't run any more." Nancy thought to herself as the black car finished backing out of the garage, the garage door shut.
Joe rolled down the window and stuck his head out. "Let's head home Nancy, I think Shelly is glad that I kept her running. I did take care of her at Shelly's request. Don't worry, it's licensed and insured." Nancy shook her head and followed the old Chevy back to her house.
Seven days later Joe and Nancy pulled into a place in Marysville. They walked into the place to see Mike, Nancy's younger brother. Joe looked around as they walked into an office. The six foot five tri-colored collie sheltie mix looked at them, he laughed. "Oh dad, at first I thought someone is playing a joke on me, but here you are. Nancy, did you give your daughter a lecture on her hobby yet?" Nancy nodded at her brother. "Well dad, I did get you a new identity." Mike slides a large envelope to his dad. "I made you twenty one starting tomorrow, your new name is John D. Marshall. I even got you a pilot's license; because I know you miss flying." Joe reaches for his wallet, Mike puts up a hand. "No this is on the house. Mom and Mary will be upset if I charge you for all of this. I got to get back to work; I'll be seeing you later." Joe and Nancy walk out of the building.
Johnny came back home, since Nancy and Amber knew Joe wasn't going to do something to himself; Joe went back to his house. Joe pulled the Camaro up the driveway and parked it in the garage. He walked in the house with groceries and stuff to take care of himself. Joe put away the stuff in the cabinets and fridge, he settled down on the couch. He turned on the TV, and then the doorbell rang.
Joe answered the door and saw that it's Susanna. He let her inside; she looked at him as she entered the house. Joe looked at her narrowed muzzle and dark green eyes. She looked at the place. "So John do you want to go some where to have fun?"
"Uh, of course Susanna. I would love to go some where with you. Where do you want to go?" Joe asked looking at the vixen wearing a low cut tight light blue T-shirt and a leather jacket. He can see the outline of her bra thru the shirt.
She got close to him; her muzzle is just inches from his nose. Joe can smell a perfume on her. He looked into her eyes and studied her features; the face is a medium tan. Her lower jaw is white then spreading to the front of her neck then to her shoulders then disappearing to the shirt she's wearing. Joe looked at the large thick tuff of white hair on her chest that he can see. She looked back at him and smiled. "I feel like eating at an Italian place."
Joe grinned. "Well, let's take my car ok?" Susanna nodded, Joe showed her to the garage. Her mouth dropped open when she saw the old Chevy in the garage. He pushed a button to open the garage door.
"What kind of car is that?" She asked, looking at the black Chevy. Susanna ran her hand down the side studying the lines. "Where are the headlights?" She is looking at the front of the car.
"It's a 1969 Chevy Carmero Rally Super Sport. It's powered by a 350 cubic inch V-8 engine. The headlights flip out when you turn on the headlights." Joe explained the car to her.
Susanna did the math in her head and looked at the car again. "John this car is eighty years old. Shouldn't it be in a museum?" Joe laughed.
He open the passenger door for Susanna, Joe did a slight bow of his head and shut the door for her. Susanna giggled at Joe as he walked around the front to get to the drivers side. Joe got in started the car and backed out, he shut the garage door. Joe got the car out of the driveway and shot down the street real fast. Susanna looked over to Joe. "John this museum piece sure has a lot of power under the hood." Joe chuckled and slowed the car down.
They had a nice dinner and talked. Joe can't help but looked at the Susanna as she talked to him. After dinner they walked around outside to talk more. A type of canine anthro is following them. He got in front of them, Susanna glared at the canine. "Roger, its over. I left you because you were cheating on me with a collie."
Rodger looked at Joe and Susanna. "You can't leave me unless I said so. Who's that with you?"
Susanna looked at Joe than Rodger. "A real man with manners, even thou he's three years younger than me. He knows how to treat a lady." She hears a growing noise from Joe. Susanna looked at Joe, he is curling his lips up showing his teeth and his muscles are twitching.
Rodger took a swing at Susanna, but his fist is caught in mid swing. He looked and saw the short sheltie holding his fist. Rodger saw the sheltie's eyes glowing red. "Shit, a dam berserker. I thought they were all dead." He thought as his hand got squeezed and he felt bones breaking. Rodger screamed as the bones in his hands got crush and the blows to his body that felt like someone is hitting him with a large sledge hammer.
Susanna calm down Joe and he went back to normal. She looked at Rodger; saw that he is still alive. Susanna walked Joe back to the car in thought. "So I have a crush on a berserker. I thought I'll never see one fight, now I don't want to see that again." She looks at Joe; he's shaking a little with a guilty look on his features. "Time to calm him again." Susanna grabs Joe's head and gives him a deep kiss. She feels him relax. "John, don't worry some of my friends have the same problem as you. I still want to be close to you, because I felt something from you when I first saw you." Susanna kisses Joe again; he relaxes his body in her embrace. "That's it John relax, calm down." She puts one of his hands on her breasts. Susanna felt Joe completely relax. She grabs Joe's hand and leads him to the car.
Rodger is lying on the ground in pain. He hears foot steps approaching. Rodger sees a very tall male tri-color collie looking at him. The collie sneers at Rodger. "Well, well looks like my dad still has his berserker companion inside him. I heard the little lady saying that she left you. Well I am taking care of you for good. There are four types of people I hate the most. One is child molesters. Two are wife beaters. Three are rapists and four are stalkers like you. This is the first time in nine mouths that I seen my dad alive, and you stalker is making my dad upset again, I don't like that." Mike has a few guys pick up Rodger and stick him in the back of a Nissan Pathfinder given to him by his dad Joe.
Susanna drove the eighty year old car back to Joe's house she lead him in the bedroom. Susanna removed his clothing, he put a hand up. She gently put it down. "I want to do this John. Please let me love you?" He nodded and let Susanna finish removing his clothes. She looked at the muscular body of Joe and looked at his large sheath and scrotum. "Whoa, he's hung like a wolf." She thought to herself as she removed her clothes.
Joe is laid on the bed, he watched as the vixen removed her bra and panties. She climbed onto the bed and sat down on his waist. He looked at the firm medium size breasts with inch and half areolas. Joe's large penis unsheathed and poked her in between the legs. Susanna smiled, got up a little, grabbed his member and sat down on it. She gasped and moaned as it went inside her slowly. Joe watched as his penis disappeared inside Susanna. He grabbed her rounded backside as she commenced having sex with him. Joe watched as Susanna removed the hair band that was tying her hair up released her thick long hair. Susanna bends over and kissed Joe. The long thick hair completely covered his face and block out the light. Joe only saw the outline of her narrow muzzle as he kissed her. He felt the breasts on his chest as he felt the tightness of her vaginal walls on his penis. Susanna's vaginal walls clamped down as she orgasm and cried. Joe yelled as he ejaculated in her later on. They had sex for a few more hours. Joe fell asleep in Susanna's arms.
Susanna looked at Joe who's asleep and smiled. "John you're a really sweet guy, a little old fashion, but I think I can live with you. I loved how you defended me against Rodger." She gives Joe a kiss and fell asleep.
At a place in Marysville a canine form is laying on a hospital bed. Rodger noticed he couldn't talk and his jaw is wired shut. He looked at the cast on his right hand and felt some thing inside his chest. Footsteps approached as a tall tri-colored collie walked in. Mike looked at Rodger and laughed. "Well your awake my stalker friend. I put your hand back together and cut your vocal cords so you can't talk anymore. The lady who ran this business, my aunt had surgeons make an outside cut on the skin. I do it differently; I have them stick an instrument down your throat in your mouth. Rodger, my dad busted fifteen bones in your hand and busted your jaw, plus five ribs. You're going to the Republic of Texas in prison for the rest of your life. Don't try escaping the modified pace maker will trigger a fatal heart attack. I am real busy now; you'll be leaving tomorrow morning." Mike walks out the room
Joe wakes up in the morning in Susanna's arms. He smiled looking at her vixen features. The doorbell rang and he answered it.
Nancy saw the door opened and saw her dad. "How's it going dad?" She noticed Susanna's car parked on the street.
Joe smiled at his daughter. "I am doing great Nancy. I had a great evening last night."
Nancy sniffed the air and sighed. "Yeah I bet you did. I know Amber tried to do something nice because she cares about you."
Joe held up a hand and shook his head. "I forgive her; I love her because she's my granddaughter. We just got to make this work; it's going to be rough. I have been thru worst when I was growing up and after the plague."
Nancy nodded; she heard all of the stories of what her dad went thru while growing up and the massive grave detail. "Mom told me about the nightmares he was having while on that detail and days after ward. He's right; we got to work on this." She smiles at her dad, kisses him. "See you at practice tomorrow. Don't make yourself tired; remember you're seventy seven years old. Oh dad, check out our website. It's been updated." Nancy laughs as she walks away to her truck.
Joe watches as his daughter gets in a blue truck and drives off, he waves at Nancy as the truck turns the corner. "You and your brother mean a lot to me. It's a shame that now my kids are twice my age. Well I am going get thru this and enjoy my new life." He goes back in the house.
He turns on his computer and goes on the internet. Joe has the bands website in his favorite's folder. He sees a picture that was taken four days ago during practice. The band is standing at the front of the drum set with Nancy at the drums. Each member is holding their instruments, with the keyboard player standing by his keyboard. Joe is holding his antique electric guitar. Susanna is holding her bass and Brain is holding a newer guitar. Susanna has an arm around Joe's waist.
Joe read the news on the website. "Our guitar player quit after our last tour, but luck was with us. Our drummer's cousin John joined us a week ago. He doing great and should be all broke in by our next tour. Seems like our bass player likes him." Joe chuckles knowing that Nancy wrote that and reads more of the website.
Epilogue one year later
Joe is at a church in a suit loosing his tie. "Dam, I hate wearing these suits." He hears the wedding march starting to play. Joe walks down the aisle looking a fennec vixen wearing a white wedding dress, along with a vixen with sable coloring in one. A red fox is walking with him. "Can't believe that there's two going on at the same time." Joe thought to himself as he stood next to Susanna.
Two vehicles pulled out of the chapel parking lot. One 1969 Chevy Camaro and one 1963 Ford truck. Both vehicles have the signs JUST MARRIED on the back of them. The crowd watched as the two old vehicles drove down the street with the rare sound of a deep roar of V-8 gasoline engines.
The end
I only got permission to use Nancy, Mike and a few of Shetlands characters. Shetland wouldn't allow me to use Shelly, Mary and Eddie. So I made the story happen in the far future and had those characters dead. Raven Fox
The 1963 Ford truck is based off of one of my friends truck. I hope having two old vehicles in the year 2049 makes up for the 1974 Ranchero not running at the end of my story I must have taken a wrong turn. :)