Light seeped through a crack somewhere in the truck’s privacy curtain. Slowly edging its way through the contours of the truck’s cabin and creeping up the side of a young female wolf girl’s face and finally across her closed eyelids. The wolf began to stir, and not long before her beautiful eyes fluttered open sleepily. 

“Oh, deeper!” She moaned lazily before realizing she was awake. 

Suddenly coming to her senses, Porsha clasped a hand over her mouth, hoping beyond hope that phrase wasn’t heard by her host sleeping next to her. She had just been awoken from a steamy dream involving herself and a faceless, muscular male pinning her to the bed and absolutely wrecking her guts, prone bone style. Her moans of ecstasy muffled since her face was pushed far down into the pillow by an abnormally strong, calloused hand. It all felt so real, and the very real wetness she felt in her crotch told her that her entire body had been responding accordingly while she slept. A wet dream, she thought they called it. 

“Shit!” Porsha muttered quietly, realizing just how wet her hoo-ha was and quickly sitting upright and moving from the bed to the truck’s front passenger seat. Pulling up the hem of her sweatpants for a peek, Porsha was greeted with the sight of wet, matted fur around her groin, thighs and obviously the mound of her puffy pink womanhood glistened like Christmas lights. 

“Oh my gawd!” She gasped, starting to panic and worry that Rusty would wake up any second and discover the predicament she was in. 
Quietly as she could, Porsha cracked open the door of the truck and hastily clambered outside into the morning sunlight. It was full daylight now and the airport was full of hustle and bustle in the distance away from the staging area. Checking her phone, 8:15 AM. 

Dashing over to the cinderblock building that contained the restrooms, Porsha darted inside and threw herself into the closest stall before shirking down her pants and plopping herself down on the toilet seat. Her mind still a mix of erotic emotions. There was no question, she had to sate herself here and now before attempting to do anything else. Lest she might wind up doing something stupid she’d regret later on. 

Porsha plunged her right hand down to her nethers and ran her middle finger the length of her glistening wet slit and sliding it inside. 
“Oh, fuck yeah! Hnnnngggghhhh!” 
Fingering herself deeper and faster, fluid immediately started to gush around her appendix like clockwork. Knowing she had to be quick and get this out, Porsha began thrusting and pivoting her hips against her hand, eagerly wanting nothing more than to cum. The manicured claw plunging in deep as it could go, trying to reach her g-spot…

“FUCK ME! OHHHH!” Porsha howled, clenching her teeth and eyes tight. Her whole body spasmed and she let it all out. Fluid squirted from her womanhood like a projectile, spattering the door of the stall and some of it ricocheting back to land across her outstretched legs and tail. 

Pulling her finger out, Porsha patted her groin and massaged her mound gently as the throes of her orgasm subsided. Her whole body quivered and shook and she panted heavily, her chest heaving. Lumps from her perky, aroused nipples protruding through her shirt like puppy dog noses. Porsha ran her dry left hand up her shirt to cup and grope her breasts a bit, her face was blushing hot and sweat beads tickled her brow. 

Coming back down from cloud nine, Porhsa ripped off a wad of toilet paper and cleaned herself up best she could. Standing, pulling up her sweats, she exited the stall and made way for the sink. Taking extra care to wash her hands thoroughly and splash some water on her face. Porsha did her best to dry off and straighten her fur out, making a mental note to buy a brush at the next stop as her fur was now starting to develop knots and tangles and needed some serious TLC before it got out of control. 

When she finally exited the cinderblock facilities and made her way back to the truck, Rusty was already up and moving about the truck, checking things over. Porsha was disappointed at herself for this, she was dying for a glimpse of his mostly exposed form one more time that morning before he put all his clothing back on. Alas, she would have to wait another day.   

“Morning, sleeping beauty!” He greeted her casually. “There’s coffee brewing in the truck, feel free to help yourself if you like. We’ll be motoring off to the airport bulk tank here shortly to offload.” 

“Right. Thank you.” Porsha muttered somberly, hanging her head.

Stepping up into the truck once more, Porsha shut the door behind her and made way back into the sleeper. Rummaging around, she found her bra, panties and sky blue vintage Calloway shirt. Quickly removing her sweats and AC/DC shirt, she pulled the pink undergarments back on her frame, cinching up the G-string around her hips and snapping her bra into place snugly. 

Next, Porsha picked up the shirt and shook it out. The face of the grizzled lion rockstar was lined with wrinkles and the thing looked abysmal. Porsha compared it to the AC/DC garb and found that the Calloway shirt at least smelled fresher. Thinking to herself that it would be a dead giveaway if someone spotted her wearing it, Porsha turned it inside out before pulling it over her head. 

Porsha’s yellow trousers were another issue entirely. Picking them up, she ultimately decided that wearing these would be akin to painting a target right on her back. How many young wolf girls wore bright yellow trousers? Racking her brains, Porsha couldn’t remember ever seeing any around Redshore sporting them, nor did any of her friends from school days do it. Near as she could tell, it was quite exclusively unique to her. Reminiscing, Porsha recalled how much her father absolutely loathed the color yellow and constantly harped on her for wearing it. The recollection made her grin. However, now was not the time for rebellion and the wolf girl discarded the trousers back to the floor and resigned herself to pulling the sweats back on for the time being. 

Turning her attention to the coffee table sitting nearby, Porsha found an old travel mug upturned there with a lid placed neatly next to it. Picking it up and turning it over she read the faded logo on the front. “Iowa 80 Truckstop” embossed with a large sign of the I-80 likeness and the front hood, fenders, and cowl of a Peterbilt below it. Next, she poured herself a helping of coffee into the mug from the tiny little coffee maker. It came out black and heavy and there were evidently no sweeteners or cream on hand. 

Not wanting to offend Rusty’s offer, Porsha fitted the lid to the mug and brought it to her lips. The strong smell of French Roast greeted her senses, it was very heavy. Even her father didn’t drink his coffee this potent, which was surprising. Tipping the mug inward, a pool of the stuff flowed easily into Porsha’s mouth. She recoiled in surprise. The tangy, gritty taste was overwhelming but had the desired effect of shocking her awake even further! 

“Wow, that’s like, really rough!” Porsha murmured to herself, scrunching up her nose and swallowing the stuff. Making yet another mental note to pick up some pouches of sugar and cream at some point. 

The driver’s door of the truck wrenched open, snapping Porsha from her reverie as Rusty clambered up into the seat, looking around and spotting her sitting in the back. 

“Aha! Found the coffee, I see. Good deal! You about ready to go, then?” He asked her, a bright aura about his demeanor. 

“Oh!” Porsha started. “Yes of course, ready as can be!” Feeling her tail begin to wag slightly and smiling at Rusty, trying to look casual as she could. 

“Perfect! Strap on in and let’s roll, then!” Rusty winked at her, turning around and getting himself situated at the controls of his truck. 

Blushing, Porsha carefully clambered forward and back into her own seat, pulling the seatbelt across her torso and clicking it. Carefully setting her coffee mug in the cupholder nearest her. Rusty was writing down something in a booklet, humming quietly to himself as his eyes traveled over the paper side to side with each stroke of pen. 

“So um, like, what’re are you writing about there?” She asked, leaning in and trying to read the paper. 

“Oh, just filling out the old logbook. Luckily for me, my rig’s old and outdated enough I can still use paper logs rather than those pesky e-logs. This truck is all mechanically powered, see. No ECU computers or anything fancy like that that can track my miles driven, speed, etc. Therefore, I can “cheat” a bit on my hours and make more money. I have three logbooks. One for pay, one for the DOT man, and the other is just a backup in case I lose my real one. Basically a direct copy of the first.” Rusty explained quietly, pausing to scratch something out and neatly write in a correction. 

“Sounds totally shady!” Porsha remarked, giggling a bit, and fanning her chest, suddenly feeling a surge of warmth again. 

Rusty just laughed. “Shade and corruption is what makes this world go ‘round, hon. Every working industry out there cheats a little. I just do it honorably, and never extend myself beyond my means of driving. Some less honorable drivers that run old equipment like me run five or more logbooks and drive for insane amounts of hours a day. Of course, there’s often illegal stimulant drug use involved with those guys. Really, I don’t see the point of it, at the end of the day, they wind up making not a whole lot more than someone like me does. However, unlike me they typically wind up in the slammer, or dead from a combination of factors. Wrecks, overdoses, and in more cases than not, premature organ failure. The body isn’t made to go go and go without sleep. It needs to rest and reset, when one denies it this, the result causes unnecessary strain on vital organs and just about every other functioning body part. I’ve known of otherwise healthy individuals who have dropped dead in their thirties from flat out overworking themselves and failing to give themselves adequate rest.”

“Ohhhh, I love me some nose candy!” Porsha barked excitedly. “But the rest of that stuff sounds totally scary! I didn’t know that kind of thing could like happen to such young peeps!” 

Rusty stopped writing and turned his attention to her, with a raised eyebrow. “You are some girl, my friend. Cocaine? Shit’ll kill ya too if you ain’t careful, y’know. Young and pretty doesn’t make you invincible.” He finished, calmly, returning to his notes. 

Porsha resigned herself a bit, feeling shameful to mention her drug habit to Rusty. 

“Like yeah, I get you. Some of my friends got me to try it in high school and I totally took a liking to it. I never got crazy with it, though. Daddy would have lost his marbles on me if I wound up in the hospital for it. He doesn’t like it when others, especially me, make him look bad! Being me in that type of scenario would have drawn a lot of negative press.” She shuddered a bit at the inclination to such a thing actually happening. 

“He sounds like a real winner. Funny thing is, I know a thing or two about your father and he never impressed me much. Prior to starting my own business, I occasionally delivered frozen goods to Crystal’s various business joints around Redshore City. Every one of them felt off and gave me negative vibes. Don’t miss it at all.” Rusty explained, closing up his logbook, tossing it on the dashboard and turning back to Porsha again. 

This revelation caught Porsha off guard. “Like, what do you know about my daddy, Rusty?” 

“Eh, it’s all water under the bridge now. Frankly, I try not to think about it. No use digging it back up.” He waved a hand and released the brakes, and put the truck in gear. “You ready, then?” 

Knowing it was pointless to pursue the matter further, Porsha nodded. 

“Alrighty then! Only thing I ask is that you lie low in this truck while I unload, okay? I’d rather not have the whole airport knowing I’m harboring one wanted Porsha Crystal around the country with me. It would cost me a lot of time and money if the law or press caught wind of that fact, heh. I assume you’ve taken care of business and won’t need any bathroom breaks for a bit?” Rusty asked, as the truck slowly started to creep forward. 

“Y-yeah. Totally good!” Porsha chirped. Turning away to hide the blush forming on her cheeks recalling what she had just done in that bathroom minutes ago. She had relieved her sexual needs, yes, but not the other thing. Drat! 

“Off we go, then!” 

The truck followed a complex number of routes and turns around the airport, before coming to a halt near a massive bulk fuel tank somewhere aft of the jet and plane staging area. Well away from the main airport terminal. Porsha was completely lost already and wouldn’t even know where to go if she was tasked with the job of navigating. Like being in a giant maze of sorts. Parking and setting the brake, Rusty did something Porsha had yet to see him do, and killed the truck’s engine.

“Now, Porsha, remember what I said? Lay low and don’t talk to anyone, even if someone comes up and bangs on the door. If it’s not me, don’t answer. Pretend you aren’t here. Better yet, stretch out in the sleeper for a bit. My side windows are tinted, but the front window isn’t. It only takes me about forty-five minutes to unload and we’ll be out of here. Okay?” Rusty instructed, calmly, but seriously too. 

“Yes, sir, got it! My lips are like, totally sealed!” Porsha said, clenching her mouth and lips together tightly to demonstrate, knowing she had to look absolutely silly striking such a pose.

Rusty chuckled and shook his head, grinning at her before opening his door and getting out. Porsha was already halfway into the bunk. 

Plopping down on the bed, Porsha stared up at the ceiling and examined her fingers without focus. Faintly, she could hear Rusty and another man’s voice outside but was unable to make out what was being said between them. Her phone buzzed. 

Message from unknown number. 

Porsha opened it and read aloud to herself. “Porsha, its Moon. Just checking in to see if you’re okay? Cheers!” 

Moon? The koala man? How did he get her number, Porsha wondered. Not dwelling on it, however, she responded. I’m good! How are you, Mistah Moon? 

Moon’s response was: I’ve been better but the lot of us got away back to Calatonia safely and are laying low. If you’re ever nearby, feel free to stop in, we’d love to see ya!

Porsha smiled. The feeling of camaraderie from a guy she barely knew was charming. In fact, not one of her so called friends from Redshore had made an honest attempt to reach out to her the past few days come to think of it. Yet, here was this poor little koala, who barely escaped murder at the hands of her father, reaching out to check on her. Was this what it felt like to have a real friend?

Awww, thank you so much! And I’d totally be down for that if I get out that way in the futah! Y’all were so sweet to me! <3 <3 <3

Buster’s response was a string of musical notes and a smiley face. Porsha set the phone aside, and was positively smiling to herself now, feeling warm inside. Maybe Rusty’s trucking route would pass through or near Calatonia at some point? That would be great! 

Porsha was still glowing by the time Rusty finished up his business outside. 

“You’re looking chipper. What’s got you in such high spirits?” He inquired, once Porsha regained her position in the passenger seat, beaming and wagging.

Porsha explained the exchange she shared with Buster Moon moments ago and how it made her feel. 

“That’s wonderful! I’d like to meet him too, if I’m being totally honest. Care to share with me more about him and his group of performers?”

Porsha launched into a long explanation about the Moon Troupe, the Out of This World theater show they all briefly rehearsed on at Crystal Tower Theater. How she, Porsha had pulled off the dangerous jump stunt due to Rosita’s reluctance of heights. How her father basically thrust her into the show after seeing it, when really Porsha just felt like showing off in the moment and had no intention of actually becoming a cast member. The lie about Clay Calloway seemed to catch Rusty’s interest the most, however. 

“Hold up. Calloway? The famous retired rockstar? I remember when he was still a big sensation. Wow, didn’t know he fell off the map after his wife died, that’s quite tragic. This Buster fellow, he seems a tad sketchy now that I think about it. Sounds like he was trying something fraudulent and it backfired, spectacularly. Lucky for him none of you were hurt or killed or he’d have a lot more to answer for.” Rusty remarked, in a calculating sort of way.  

“I sort of, ruined everything in the end, though.” Porsha sighed, figuring it was best to tell the real truth about how it all feel apart on her behalf. 

“See, Mistah Moon pulled me into the changing room one day after my rehearsal, and told me he wanted to give the lead role back to Rosita. I dunno, think it was like, something wrong with my acting skills, I can sing my heart out but have trouble with lines. But anyway, I mistook it for being dismissed from the show entirely and sorta… blew up and went crying to daddy about it thinking he would fix everything, as he always had anytime I was in trouble.” Porsha explained further. 

“What did your father do, then?”

“Well the thing is, like, the woman from the Hot News show caught onto it somehow before I reached him. Linda LeBon, the horse woman you heard last night… Anyway, by the time I reached daddy’s office it was already being broadcast all over the city. I stormed into his office, full of tears and hurt and he…” Porsha stopped, not sure if she should, or could continue.

“Go on.” Rusty urged, calmly.

Whimpering at the memory. “He hit me, slapped me hard right across the face. Right in front of Suki, Jerry, his bodyguards, everyone in the room. The force of the blow knocked me back into a chair and I crumpled down onto it, sobbing even harder.” 

“Son of a bitch!” Rusty muttered, anger and loathing sizzling in his words. 

“And so like, the news tidbit continued and daddy catapulted his phone and broke the TV before it could finish. I was hysterical and he just berated me to be quiet and that I’d already embarrassed him enough now that the whole world thought he had a “talentless loser” for a daughter before ordering his bodyguards to take me home…” Porsha finished, a hitch in her voice as her head welled with emotions again. 

Then, Rusty did something Porsha never expected to happen in a million years. Taking his hand off the truck’s shifter, he gently reached over and held hers, stroking the back of it with his thumb. Porsha didn’t pull away. Her whole body suddenly quivered with goosebumps and oddly, a calming effect overtook her at his touch. 

“I never knew…” Rusty whispered. “Always had the inkling he was a major piece of shit, but to stoop that low? Unreal! Guess I shouldn’t be surprised considering he tried to commit murder later on, but still. His own flesh and blood.”

Rusty rolled the window down and spat outside into the wind. Porsha failed to notice during the long conversation that they’d left the airport far behind them and were rolling back up I-15 north once more, leaving the urban sprawl of Salt Lake City far in their wake. 

“Thank you for like, totally understanding.” Porsha sighed in relief.

Miles tallied up. An unknown amount of time seemed to pass, and still, Rusty held Porsha’s hand. Not much talk went on between them for awhile. Porsha could tell based on his expression that Rusty’s mind was likely storming and racing over the details she’d shared with him. She didn’t care, as long as he kept holding her hand and gently massaging it, not ever wanting him to let go of her. 

Of all the people she knew, nobody had ever managed to make her feel so comfortable and cared for. Here was a man who didn’t laugh at her, judge her harshly, or berate her for showing weakness in his presence. Nor did he make snarky comments about her looks, status, or who her father was. 

All her life, Porsha was conditioned to be an object of public interest. Flashing paparazzi cameras, pushy reporters, countless interviews with talk show hosts, beauty contestant judges. Porsha was merely an object of scrutiny to the vast majority, and truth be told, she hated it. 

For the longest time, Porsha lied to herself and convinced herself that she adored the attention. It was a step above the lackluster time her father made for her, so after a long while, the lie cemented itself and she believed it. Her true passion was singing and performing on stage. The one opportunity she had to prove her real talents to the world, she blew it in a childish hissy fit. How could she be so stupid? 

Yet, maybe this was all for the best. Everything happened for a reason, right? Truth be told, she was better off now than she was. Especially being miles from her father’s grasp and in the company of someone Porsha felt would protect her at all costs. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. 

However, what if Rusty woke up one day, decided she wasn’t worth the trouble and kicked her out? Surely it was a far cry, but Porsha’s luck hadn’t been in her favor most of her life. Grimacing, Porsha swept this consideration from her mind, not wanting to let bad thoughts and emotions take over. 

“You’re awful quiet over there, Porsha.” Rusty’s gentle voiced drifted over. “Need a break? Think we’ll call it early and pull on into Pocatello for the night. There’s a wonderful diner down from the Love’s truck stop, we can park, walk down and get some dinner in a few hours time. I’ll need to go freshen up and get changed in the showers.”

“Ohhh, are you like, asking me out?” Porsha piped up hopefully, turning to grin toothily at him. 

“Dear Porsha, don’t be silly! I’m just asking you to accompany me to dinner is all. Can’t say I’ve had the pleasure of taking a lovely lady out to eat in a long time. And don’t worry about being seen, we’re so far north now it’s unlikely anybody will recognize you. What after we get you into some more casual clothes and come up with a nickname for ya to use, that is…” Rusty laughed a bit, releasing her hand and taking back hold of the shifter. Porsha’s hand felt empty and forlorn all the sudden without it. 

Porsha nodded. “Alright then, it’s a date!” 

Rusty rolled his eyes shaking his head. “If you say so, princess!” 

Porsha beamed at him, the glow coming back to her now and she felt a thousand times better than she had all day long. 

When the truck rolled into a vacant parking spot at Love’s roughly an hour later, Porsha was more than ready to get out and stretch her long legs.

“Hold up there, speed racer!” Rusty caught her hand before she was able to climb out. “Take this and get yourself some casual clothes to wear. Nothing flashy or attention grabbing, if you please.” 

Rusty thrust a wad of paper into her hand a couple of brass shower tokens. After releasing her hand, Porsha opened it to see two wadded up hundred dollar bills in her hand. This understandably caught her off guard. 

“I have a credit card, I can get my own things!” Porsha protested, attempting to hand the cash back to him.

“You can pay me back later. That credit card of yours I’m assuming is something your dad gave you? Well, all purchases on it can be tracked and that’s the last thing we need right now.” 

Porsha just looked at him, not knowing what to say. 

“There’s a moderate selection of clothing in the convenience store. It’s all overpriced junk if you ask me, but we don’t have much option for anything else. People tend to get upset when a guy drives a seventy foot long rig down through a business district to go shopping! So, the truck stop moguls take advantage of the drivers in a bullshit way by hacking up prices. Just get something casual, blue jeans and a plain shirt should do and you’ll fit right in with the locals. The ritzy upper class atmosphere is going to be nonexistent where we’re heading so it’s best not to bring undue attention to yourself.”

“I-I… don’t know how to thank you!” Porsha gulped, amazed at the man’s generosity. “But like, how am I supposed to repay you if I can’t use my card?” 

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, let’s get cleaned up, changed and go fill our stomachs!” Rusty hastened for his door handle and opened it, stepping outside. 

Porsha, doing the same and quickened her pace to catch up to him as he strode across the parking lot, lighting a cigarette in the process. 

“Why do you smoke those nahstee things? They’re totally bad for you!” Porsha scoffed, wrinkling her nose at the pungent smoke smell. 

“Everything is bad for you. Look at all the processed junk we eat, chocked full of chemicals and preservatives. Those Slurpee shakes you like so much aren’t much better, Porsha!” Rusty rebutted, slightly annoyed. 

“How do you know about those?” Porsha inquired, tilting her head his direction.

“As I said last night, I’ve seen tidbits about you on TV over the years in passing.  There was a story on MTV about you some time back, and I was on layover in a trucker’s lounge and watched the whole thing for something to do. French toast is your favorite breakfast cuisine, is it not?”

Porsha nodded, smiling sheepishly. “Okay, you got me in a box here!” 

“One day I intend to stop smoking, no idea when. Prolly when I get sick of paying ever increasing prices for a pack. As laid back as my job may seem, there is a lot of stress involved with it too plus a menagerie of things in my past weighing on my mind. It helps calm me and keep it together, that’s why I do it. Not because I particularly enjoy it.” Rusty explained, taking a longer drag off the cigarette as the pair of them neared the entrance of the store before depositing what was left in a butt drop. 

“Right, now that we’re here you can go do your thing, and I’ll do mine. Meet back at the truck when you’re done. If you make it back before myself, there’s a spare key hanging up under the hood at the right corner of the radiator.”

Porsha nodded, “Okie dokie!” 

While Rusty headed for the showers, Porsha perused the clothing section and picked out a few items to wear. Making sure to buy herself a brush and some coffee condiments as well. Rusty wasn’t lying about the prices, after the few scant items she purchased, a mere thirty six dollars and forty nine cents remained of the two hundred Rusty had loaned her. If she was being honest with herself, this was the first time in her life she actually paid attention to the price of anything she bought. Being a billionaire’s daughter, nothing was out of reach for her in her old life. 

Porsha headed to the showers and took extra time dolling herself up after. Now that she had a brush and was able to straighten her fur properly, she looked much better and more extravagant. More than anything, she wanted to impress Rusty. Maybe, just maybe, something romantic would spark between them if she played her cards right tonight. However, he seemed really closeted over the whole dating idea. 

Not understanding why she was so infatuated with this man, but the way he cared for her and most importantly, so tenderly held her hand earlier just drove her mad with longing. Maybe it was just her having daddy issues and never having been properly treated by a male like this before. Porsha shrugged to herself as she finished up applying the last bits of makeup to her face and standing back to strike a pose in the mirror. 

A plain dark blue tee with the lowest cut cleavage window available, and jeans greeted her. A look she’d never sported before but found herself quite appealing nonetheless. Porsha purposefully bought the jeans and shirt one size smaller than usual so it really let her curves pop out and her hourglass figure becoming blatantly obvious. Porsha turned to the side, the lumps of her breasts and most importantly, her ass really stood out nicely in a sexy sort of way. Casual enough, right?

Porsha headed back outside towards the truck when she was finished, feeling the summer’s breeze ruffle through her slightly damp fur. Astonishingly, Rusty wasn’t yet there and so Porsha fumbled around trying to figure out how to access the spare key under the truck’s hood. She didn’t have the slightest clue about vehicles, much less a great big truck. However, she was able to find the rubber hood clamps on either side and release them. 

Remembering seeing handles riveted to the top of the hood while riding in the truck, Porsha went around front, grasped hold of them and pulled. The hood budged a little but failed to open all the way. Porsha tried again, to no avail. It was quite heavy for her. Huffing with frustration, she tried one more time and when this failed, gave up and stalked back around and leaned against her door, agitated. 

It was then Porsha heard heavy, slow footsteps approaching. Whirling around to her right, she saw a very overweight badger approaching her. The guy was quite dirty and wore stained sweatpants, a stained white tank top and to top it all off, he was barefoot. 

Coming to a stop maybe a foot away from her, the guy grinned wide, most of his teeth were gone and Porsha instantly caught a scent of his rancid breath. Causing her to tense up a bit and take a few steps back.

“How much?” The badger asked, with a heavy note of southern Texan drawl in his voice. 

“Excuse me?” Porsha returned, raising an eyebrow. Not only was his breath horrible, but the rest of his raunchy smell caught up with him like a cloud of nats pursuing behind, Porsha suppressed a gag and wrinkled her nose. 

“All I need is a wristy, and maybe a blowie if the price is right. C’mon girl, how much for that? Lot lizards as pretty as you are a rare thing.” The repulsive, portly badger inquired. 

Porsha was positively losing her patience now. “Look, mistah. I dunno what you’re getting at but like, you best knock it off and leave me alone before my boyfriend gets back and finds you harassing me!” 

“Ohhh, pretty wolf girl has a handsome hubby, does she? Well, I can show you a better time than he can!” The badger mocked in a sort of babyish tone, reaching out to grab her by the arm. 

“Get your grimy mitts off me!” Porsha shrieked, her voice cracking with fear, trying to yank her arm away. 

“Shut up, bitch!” The badger snarled, his fake charm evaporating. 

Despite his poor physique, the guy was surprisingly strong. His grip tightened so hard at the crook of Porsha’s forearm and elbow that she began to feel tingling in her fingertips. 

“HEL…ungkl” Porsha tried to scream, but was slammed forcefully backwards against the truck by the badger, the wind momentarily knocked out of her.

As suddenly as it started, it ended just as quickly. Being dazed and confused by the badger’s sudden attack on her, Porsha took a few moments to realize the assault was no longer in process. An angry, guttural sounding noise filled the air. 

Opening her eyes and discovering she was no longer being pinned against the truck by the badger, Porsha saw the disgusting blob of mammal laying on the ground some feet away, a formidable figure towering above him like a sentinel, a large boot pressed down hard on the badger’s greasy shirt. 

Rusty had come to her rescue, and it was in that very moment Porsha understood why she had the premonition she experienced upon meeting him, that he was not one to be trifled with. His face was white with anger, every line in it etched with cold fury. Eyes no longer a kindly, twinkling blue. If anything, they seemed to have turned a cold steel gray. Similar to a pair of shining pinballs. 

When Rusty finally spoke, his voice remained calm but there was a defined dangerous tone in it, the sounds made Porsha’s hair on the back of her neck stand up. 

“You ever, so much as even glance in that wolf’s direction again, you filthy sack of shit excuse for an animal, it’ll be the last thing you ever do. I can assure you of that. Do I make myself clear?”

Rusty pressed his foot down harder on the badger’s chest, digging the sharp toe of his boot inward whereabout the creature’s sternum must be. 

“Is that a threat?” The badger spat, gasping for breath. 

“No.” Said Rusty, just as calmly. “It is a promise.” 

Porsha noticed Rusty had a cigarette in his mouth again. As if it were a reflex, he popped it from his lips and flicked it down onto the badger’s stomach where it singed into the fur, causing the guy to squirm and grit what remained of his teeth.

“Now, why don’t you do us all a favor and get on out of here. You’re an embarrassing sight to behold in public, and frankly, washing your greasy scum off the sole of my boots later on is a daunting task enough without having to be reminded such a foul thing defiled them.” Rusty finished, giving one last hard shove to the badger’s chest with his foot as he pulled away, turning his attention back to Porsha and striding up to her. 

“Are you alright, Porsha?” He asked her gently, his eyes and face filled with concern now, and to Porsha’s great relief, he took both her hands in his and held them soothingly. 

Porsha nodded, still quaking with a mixture of surprise and fear. “Y-yeah. I’m fine now. Thank you.” 

Without thinking, she leaned closer and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before he pulled away. Rusty didn’t remark on this but smiled and turned, to make sure the badger wasn’t trying to pull a cheap shot. To both their reliefs, the fat badger was up and waddling back in the direction of a group of trucks parked somewhere in the distance. Dirt and oil now smeared on the back of his already filthy shirt from laying on the ground. 

“Now that that little inconvenience is dealt with, how about some chow, eh?” Rusty asked, waving his arm in the direction away from the truck parking area, down a street to where a cluster of buildings stood, neon lights glimmering in the windows. 

They strode off together, and upon reaching the sidewalk, Rusty ushered her to the side away from the street and cars. Porsha was a bit confused by this. 

“Why are you on that side instead of me?” She asked, genuinely interested. 

“These are common manners. A gentleman walks on the traffic side of the sidewalk, that way, say in a rainstorm or if there’s a large puddle on the road and a car runs through it, the man takes the brunt of it and his lady gets some form of protection. It’s something both my mother and grandmother drilled into my head at an early age. Among other forms of public decency. Surely a high class lady like yourself knows these things?” 

“Nope.” Porsha shook her head. “Like, my daddy never bothered with such things and my momma, well, she went away when I was really young. I don’t remember her much at all.” 

“I see.” Rusty said. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to teach you a few things myself!” He winked at her, smiling coyly. 

Porsha blushed and turned away, equally grinning to herself. 

Continuing their stroll past a few buildings, Rusty slowed down at one with a few neon lights advertising various beer brands and one orange and blue OPEN sign in the windows. It looked like a log home to Porsha and that was when she noticed the sign overhanging the sidewalk. Log Cabin Cafe it read. 

“This is a great joint!” Rusty exclaimed jovially. “One of my favorite stops, good food, good company.” 

Yet again, he did something Porsha wasn’t expecting, sidestepping her and opening the door for her. 

“After you, mademoiselle!” Rusty swept his hand underside, waving Porsha inside, inclining his head downward in a sort of casual bow. 

Giggling softly, Porsha swept through the entrance and into the establishment. The place was definitely a far cry from the types of eateries she was accustomed to. However it was warm and inviting, the lights were dimmed to a pleasant degree and the place smelled wonderfully of all kinds of food. 

Not many patrons were seated around and the sound carrying from various conversations was low and casual. Porsha liked this, a quiet, easygoing setting was what she needed. There was a bar at the front, a few TV’s dotting the walls. The dining area was small and simple, mixed up with tables in the center and booths along the walls. 

A hand rested gently on her shoulder. Porsha shivered, the way he touched her made her feel absolutely vulnerable, but in the same breath, safe. 

“Booth or table? Which suits your fancy?” Rusty whispered into her ear, Porsha feeling his warm breath tickling her fur. 

“Booth, please!” 

“You got it!” 

Rusty steered her around, and led her to the quietest, most patron free corner of the restaurant and indicated her to sit down. Once she was seated, he took his place directly across from her. Folding his hands neatly in front of him, and eyeing her with casual amusement. Porsha rubbed her knees under the table, trying not to crack under those piercing blue eyes that seemed to penetrate into her soul. 

A pretty young female stoat with glasses, around Porsha’s age approached the table. Menus in hand and a large pitcher of ice water. 

“Welcome to the Log Cabin Cafe! Can I get you two started on some drinks?” She asked, beaming at Porsha and Rusty. 

Rusty inclined his head to Porsha to order first, who hadn’t even considered what she might want to drink.

Thinking fast, she racked her brains and picked something at random. “A Sprite would be fine, thank you!” 

The stoat noted it on her pad, before turning her attention to Rusty. 

“The usual for me, Marietta. Karl knows it by heart now, I’m sure!” He said, grinning at the waitress and interlocking his fingers together. 

“Coming right up!” The stoat called Marietta said cheerfully, jotting down on her pad and bustling off again. 

Upturning both their glasses, Rusty poured Porsha and himself water. 

“So um, you like, come here often?” Porsha asked tentatively, trying to make some kind of formal conversation. 

“Not often, no. However, I’ve been frequenting the area for quite some time now and occasionally drop in when I’m feeling it. Marietta is the adoptive daughter of Karl, the owner and chef, who is an elephant. Wonderful family business. Karl’s wife, Jaqueline sadly, passed away a few years back from cancer. He and his wife were never able to have children of their own. So they adopted Marietta, who’s parents, doubly unfortunate, passed away in a car accident when she was just a baby.”

“That’s terrible!” Porsha gasped, her ears flattening back in shock, she held a hand to her chest. 

“It is what it is I’m afraid.” Rusty said gently. “Life’s like a game of poker, sometimes one gets dealt a winning hand, and other times, a jester finds its way into the mix now and then. Throwing everything into shambles.”

“Like that creepy badger guy trying to grab me a bit ago?”    

“Precisely.” Rusty’s brow furrowed at the thought of the repulsive badger. 

“He called me a ‘lot lizard’ like, what even is that?”

“Slang term for a truck stop prostitute. A far cry from a cute little green lizard scuttling around the the parking lot.” Rusty sighed. “You get a lot of creepy desperate characters in this industry, unfortunately. Loneliness drives it. That guy knew who I was based on my reputation, and it’s why he cleared off rather than stay and cause trouble.” 

“Like, what kind of reputation do you have?” Porsha asked, tilting her head, curiosity burning again. 

“A good one and not so good one. Not really something I’m comfortable explaining to you just yet, nor in this setting with other ears listening in.” Rusty replied, sipping his water but keeping his eyes fixed on Porsha serenely. 

“Well, I truly can’t thank you enough. You totally saved my hide back there! How can I make it up to you?” Sipping from her glass of cold water now. 

“It’s nothing, you don’t owe me anything, Porsha. I’d have acted the same way if another girl was in distress in the same situation. It’s a courtesy thing. Rather than act to stop something terrible from happening, most guys are content keeping their asses glued to the seat of their trucks recording that kind of thing to post on social media for the hell of it. I however am unable to stand idly by when a vulnerable individual is in danger, just who I am I suppose.” 

“Couldn’t you like, call the police instead? Rather than put yourself in danger?” Porsha inquired further. 

Rusty tilted his head back and laughed quietly, rolling his eyes. “Nine times out of ten, the police wouldn’t get to the scene in time before real damage was done. Just the way it works. Working girls have been kidnapped by unsavory individuals over the years, and more often than not, their remains are found discarded alongside a busy highway somewhere. If I can step in and prevent that from happening, I will.”

The tone in Rusty’s voice now indicated that this particular conversation was at an end. Porsha didn’t reply or ask about it again. Before long, Marietta the stoat waitress returned with their drinks. Porsha’s can of Sprite came with a glass of ice. 

Rusty’s drink however was a squat fat mug of dark liquid, a layer of bubbly foam along with what appeared to be vanilla ice cream floating on the surface. Porsha scented the air and caught a whiff of sweetness and some type of alcohol mixed in. 

“What is that?”

“A root beer float for grownups! This brew has Captain Morgan mixed in along with the regular float ingredients. Great summertime drink, and a hometown favorite this joint is famous for!” Rusty explained, swiping up the mug and taking a sip from the rim. 

“Wanna try it?” He asked, offering the mug to Porsha. 

“Ohhh, yeah! I like sweet things!” Porsha hyped, wagging and taking the mug graciously. 

Putting it to her lips, she tipped a healthy dose of the contents into her mouth. Root beer, vanilla and the unmistakable hint of the British rum. It wasn’t bad at all! Porsha wasn’t much of an alcohol fan, but this was something entirely different and she found herself enjoying it a great deal in spite of herself. 

“Lovely!” She said, handing the mug back to Rusty. 

“Want one?” Rusty asked, a slight trace of coy in his voice. He even tipped the mug side to side in front of her, enticing her even further. 

“Totally! If that’s like, you know, okay!” 

“Absolutely!” With that, Rusty flagged down Marietta and ordered another rum root beer float for Porsha. 

Scanning the menu sometime after receiving her own drink, Porsha was shocked to see such a large variety of items for such a small restaurant. She finally settled on a bacon cheeseburger and potato wedges. 

“You sure that’s what you want?” Rusty inquired, eyeing her with a calculating gaze over his own menu. 

Porsha nodded and shrugged sheepishly, not knowing what to say. 

“Just saying, you don’t have to be modest towards me, dear. I wouldn’t be the slightest bit offended if you wished to order something fancier. This, after all is my treat to you and nothing is off the table if you desire, that’s all.” 

“It’s just like… well. Daddy always frowned upon cheap dishes of food and like, I’ve totally always secretly loved cheeseburgers! Sometimes, I’d steal away to a fast food place just to get my hands on one if I could lose my security detail for a short time, that is!” 

“Understood, just wanted to throw the offer out there. I think I will have myself a chicken fried steak. That dish tends to hit the spot nicely.” Rusty said, folding his menu and setting it aside on top of Porsha’s near the end of the table. 

When Marietta returned to the table, Rusty graciously ordered both he and Porsha’s dinners. Something Porsha had never had done for her up until that point. They both casually sipped their drinks and made small talk. 

“Oh my gawsh, there was like so much drama! You couldn’t even imagine!” Porsha said, regaling a tale about a rehearsal from a school play she was in back in high school. One full of spoiled rich kids like herself, all clambering for the top role in the show. 

“Ha! Sounds like a heck of an ordeal! So, where did you wind up in the play, then?” Rusty asked, positively engaged with what Porsha was saying. 

“Well, the lead role, of course! Although, pretty sure daddy pulled a few strings with the education board to get me there come to think of it, but there I was!” Porsha answered, taking a long swig of her drink, which was now half full. Rusty’s was nearly empty. 

“Bravo! And how did you do? I don’t think I could ever get front in a large crowd of people to speak or perform. Always dreaded having to get up in front of the class in my school days.”

“I killed it! You see, it was a musical type of stage play, so all my lines were singing lines rather than straight acting. I’m not good at acting, or so I’ve been told.” Porsha continued, twisting and looping her fingers around the mug’s handle absentmindedly. She had just noticed her tail thumping the seat next to her gently. 

“Good for you! I’d like to hear you sing a song someday, you have a very pleasant voice. I’ll bet your singing voice is phenomenal!” Rusty said, smiling genially at her and polishing off his drink. 

“Awww, thank you. I’d be like, totally honored to sing for you sometime!” Porsha’s cheeks blushing like mad at the thought. Her confidence wasn’t ebbed, however. 

“Here we are!” Came a bubbly voice nearby. 

Marietta was strolling up to them with the plates of steaming food. Porsha’s stomach did a happy somersault at the amazing aromas wafting her way.

“Thank you!” Porsha said, as a huge, deliciously greasy cheeseburger and fat potato wedges were set in front of her.

“Many thanks, Marietta.” Rusty beamed at the stoat, as his plate was placed in front of him. 

“Pleasure! Hail me if you need anything else!” Marietta gave a slight bow, before bustling off again.

The two of them ate in silence. Somewhere along the line, Marietta brought them fresh, frothing mugs of the delicious floats again. Porsha’s Sprite and glass of ice sat forgotten. 

This was one of the best cheeseburgers Porsha ever had, a thousand times better than Arby’s or Wendy’s! It tasted fresh, none of that stale fast food that has set under a heat lamp for who knew how long, taste. 

“Mmmmm!” Porsha moaned, it was so good, she couldn’t help herself. 

“You like that, do ya?” Rusty inquired, eyeing Porsha over his plate, smiling. 

Porsha swallowed a big bite. “Oh, it is soooo amazing!”

“I’m glad.” He said, taking a final bite of his meal and washing it down with a big swig from his fresh mug. 

Some time later, when both platters were scraped clean and their bellies full, jukebox music started to play from the diner’s surround sound. Rusty was methodically tapping his feet and drumming his fingers on the table to the beat. And upbeat mix of some type of vintage rock ’n roll Porsha didn’t recognize. 

Rusty glanced at her and grinned benignly. “Care to dance with me, Porsha?” He asked, leaning forward and extending his hand towards her. 

This caught her off guard, and she quickly glanced around, before noticing a small dance floor at the back of the building. Cast over by warm, pleasant lighting. A few patrons were up doing various drunken jigs and silly tap dances, but there were no couples to be seen. 

“Oh well, I-I..” Porsha gulped and blushed. “I’ve never danced before with someone, like nobody ever showed me how!” She blurted, feeling highly bashful. 

“It’s quite alright.” Rusty said, calmly. Gently placing his left hand over the back of her right knuckles. “I’ll show you, it’ll be fun!” 

“Okay then! I’d totally love to!” Porsha exclaimed, getting to her feet. 

Rusty winked at her, now getting to his feet. He tenderly held her hand and led her to the center of the dance floor. There were cheers and whistles from around the room, undoubtedly at the sight of Porsha’s own stunning beauty and grace. 

Rusty waved around and beamed, before turning his attention to Porsha, facing her and taking both her hands into his this time. Porsha looked deeply into those kind blue eyes and started feeling all fluttery in her stomach again.

“It’s quite simple, like this.” He said, raising her right arm up, and guiding her left hand to rest on his shoulder. Before meandering his right hand down and resting it on her waist. Goosebumps instantly erupted throughout her entire body at this particular touch and she crooned a bit, flattening her ears and closing her eyes. 

“You okay, hon?” Rusty’s hazy voice drifted across the small space between them. 

Porsha opened her eyes, and fluttered her lashes at him in what she hoped would be a provocative, confident manner. 

“Uh huh, totally good!” She said, nodding and smiling wide. Now becoming conscious of how much cleavage she was flaunting in such close proximity to this man’s gaze. Knowing there was no way he could not notice her attributes. 

“Great! We’ll start with a simple two-step, watch my feet and basically just mimic my movements yourself and see what you make of it.” 

Porsha nodded and looked down as Rusty began to move his feet, Porsha doing the same in a reverse motion. He gripped her hand a little more firmly, and his right hand became slightly heavier on her hip as they moved around in an odd, clumsy circle. 

“Not bad! You’re getting the hang of it quite well already! Of course…” Rusty leaned downward and whispered into her ear. “I knew you would make a good dancer, I’ve seen those acrobatic moves on the telly.”

“Oh my gawsh, thank you! I’ve never had someone display such total confidence in me!” 

“Pleasure’s all mine!” Rusty crooned, bowing his head to her slightly. 

For awhile, the pair of them did two steps, side steps, and even a few practice twirls for Porsha. Something she excelled at having taken ballerina classes in her youth. 

As her footing became more confident; fewer toes getting trod on, Porsha began taking the lead more and more with each song. Rusty matched her pace effortlessly himself. He even dipped her, cupping the small of her back and dropping her back as easily and effortlessly as if she were light as a piece of paper. Eyes alight with contentment, joy and what was it, adoration? 

When a more lively, pop song was played, Porsha’s boldness heightened. Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift echoed around the room. Letting go of Rusty, she danced around, twirling away from him and showing off her backside to him, rolling her shoulders to the beat. Looking over her left shoulder, she smirked and winked. 

“Check this out!” Porsha started swaying her hips, tail, and finally splaying her legs out as the tone of the song shifted to the ‘look what you made me do’ chorus, and she dropped low to the floor in the splits. 

“Looks painful!” He shouted over the music, laughing and clapping. 

“That’s not all!” Porsha barked. 

Having carefully planned this part, Porsha snapped herself back upright and backed up to Rusty so their bodies spooned together. The alcohol was having the desired effect and Porsha had no qualms about showing her true intentions now. 

Porsha reached up, and placed both hands around the back of Rusty’s neck. Tilting her head back to look upward, grinning seductively at his stunned expression. He didn’t resist, didn’t make a move to push her away. It was now or never. Flinging her tail aside, Porsha arched her back and pushed her rump up against his groin and started to grind slowly to the beat of the song. 

“Yeahhhh, get it, girl!” Came Marietta’s excited shout of approval someplace nearby. 

The whole crowd seemed to have turned their attention to the wolf girl and her dance partner. Many gleeful whistles and catcalls were being issued. 

“See? Look whatcha made me do!” Porsha crooned in a sultry voice, swaying her hips and grinding along with the beat. 

“Oh, Porsha…” Rusty moaned. He dropped both hands and grasped her hips now. Working at grinding along with her, Porsha was sure she felt his legs trembling.

Yes, now she had him! Her courtship was working its magic. She pressed her booty back further, and felt what was undoubtedly a sizable lump against her jeans.

“Mhm, ya like that?” Porsha teased. The song had ended and a new one was starting. The wolf girl didn’t care what played at this point. Many whoops and yells from the crowd circled around. Porsha flicked her tail upwards, and flashed it across his face. 

“That’s… very good. Yes. But please, we can’t get too crazy here, y’know?” Rusty reasoned, through gritted teeth. The blood from his brain clearly being utilized elsewhere. 

“Ugh, fineeee!” Porsha stammered, stopping the twerk and turning to face him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “In the truck?” She cooed sexily, wriggling her brow and winking again. 

“Yes.” Rusty breathed into her ear quietly, his hot breath rustling the fur in her ear sent a wave of exciting shivers and goosebumps through Porsha’s frame. 

Roughly five minutes later, the pair of them were stumbling back up the sidewalk, unable to keep their hands to themselves. Porsha tripped on a crack and fell against Rusty, who in turn, toppled backwards into a nearby building’s wall. Neither seemed to care, and drunken giggles danced in the air around them both. Porsha took this opportunity to initiate a make-out session. 

Placing her hands on his shoulders, she leaned her whole body against his and clumsily buried her lips on his, flicking her tongue across his front teeth as the ivories briefly clinked together and opened. Porsha eagerly thrust her tongue into his mouth where both slimy muscles began to wrestle with one another in a messy fashion. Rusty’s powerful hands came up and held the sides of her face. Folding her ears back gently with his long index fingers and kneading into her cheek tufts with the thumbs while the remaining fingers gently cradled the back of her head.

“Jeez, get a room!” A gruff, disgruntled voice nearby scoffed.

Porsha and Rusty broke apart to look around, a long strand of saliva stretching between their lips before snapping off into nonexistence. Both were grinning stupidly at a long, brownish gold snake in a red and white top, one chipped fang protruding from his mouth, while the other remained whole. The fellow sported a white flat brimmed hat with a yellow frowny face button pinned to it. 

“Hey, man. Turn that frown upside down, it’s a beautiful night!” Rusty laughed cheesily, pointing at the snake’s frowny button. 

“Kids these days!” The snake rolled his eyes. “C’mon, Wolf!”

A second fellow appeared at his side. This wolf guy was tall, handsome, dark haired with startling yellow eyes, and he wore a white sport coat, glasses, and a mustache. He said nothing, but smiled toothily and winked to Porsha and Rusty as he picked up the pace to join his snake friend slithering away in the opposite direction. 

When they finally made it back to the truck and clambered up inside, the giggles and heavy-petting got far more intense. Somewhere in the foray, Porsha managed to ditch her top and pants, but remained in her pink undergarments. Rusty, although shirtless, still had his pants on. Porsha was presently flat on her back in the small bed. Rusty’s bulk above her as he knelt over her body, kissing the sides of her neck and down along her collarbone to the tips of her shoulders. 

“You are just as hot as I imagined you’d be! Fucking wow!” He marveled. 

A spat of giggles swept over Porsha. “Oh yeah? You’ve like, had the hots for me all this time, eh?” 

“Maybe just a little.” He teased, turning his attention back to her facial features and looking deeply into her eyes before leaning in and kissing her lips yet again. Their tongues danced some more and Porsha moaned into his mouth, her lust burning within. 

Their lips parted company briefly. “After all, I’ve been casually flirting with you and complimenting you these past few days, haven’t I? It wasn’t just merely good manners, cutie.”

He swept his thumbs gently along Porsha’s lower eye sockets, and kissed her for awhile longer before sitting up straight. Resting his knees beside her torso and lightly sitting across her groin, a serious expression on his face. 

“Porsha, I don’t want you to y’know, feel obligated to do this with me, understand? Please don’t think you have to repay a favor to me by sleeping with me. That’s not my style, either. I truly enjoy being in your company and don’t consider you a burden at all. It’s genuinely pure pleasure having someone riding along in the truck with me again. I’m more relieved just having someone to talk with than anything else. Does that make any sense at all?” 

Porsha nodded. “Yes! But you like, totally saved my hide earlier from that creepy guy! And to be totally truthful myself, I fancy you a lot as well. You’re handsome, charming, and kind. Something I’ve like, never felt from a guy befo’!” 

“I’m glad you think so, dear.” He smiled, his eyes traveling lower to admire her body. Rusty traced a finger from the top of her sternum, down between her breasts, and along her stomach before coming to a stop at her bellybutton, where he traced a circle. The sight of it gave Porsha a sudden burst of rational shock. 

“Wait!” She stammered, suddenly nervous. “You like, can’t get me preggers, can you?” That particular thought alone was more mortifying than anything she’d experienced in her life. What would her father say and or do when he found out? 

Rusty merely laughed, shaking his head. “Course not! Interspecies chromosomes don’t line up, it is impossible. Got nothing to worry about, Porsha.”

“Oh, thank gawd!” Porsha huffed, placing a hand to her chest in relief. 

“Cuz I’m like, totally a virgin!” She resigned.

“Seriously?” Rusty asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise, gazing down on her with piqued interest flashing across his features. 

Porsha nodded, grinning sheepishly. Not sure whether she should be embarrassed or. “Uh huh! I’ve only played with toys and well, I have done foreplay type things with my guy friends. But, never ever the forbidden act. Like, imagine what my daddy would do if he found out I broke his one Golden Rule with a guy quote un quote, not up to the Crystal Standard? His words, not mine! Ugh.”

Rusty merely beamed down at her. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of, dear. However, I’m afraid we can’t do this here. At least, the popping of your cherry part.” 

Porsha’s ears fell and she sighed exasperatedly. “But like, why not?” She inquired further. 

Rusty chuckled a bit, albeit not in a mocking way. “That’s something that ought to be completely special and a once in a lifetime milestone. Taking your v-card in the back of this old truck would not satisfy me I admit. Nor do I believe that in a few years time, you yourself would look back on it with proper fond reverie. It’s one of those things that I believe should be romantic, special and a completely unique experience on its own. Something that will leave you feeling fulfilled and can recall upon from your memories with a certain fondness and mental tribute well into old age. Basically, I’d implore that everything was absolutely perfect for you, and not one negative iota was blocking the road. Do you understand what I’m getting at, Porsha?” 

Porsha flattened her ears and bit her lip, considering everything that was said for a moment.

“Y-yes. I totally see what you’re getting at now and it clicks inside my head. So, uh, like what can we do, then?” She asked tentatively, looking up at her muscular muse towering above her. 

Rusty leaned forward, resting his elbows beside Porsha’s shoulders, reaching his hands up to cradle the sides of her face. They kissed once more long and deep before their lips parted company and they gazed passionately into one another’s eyes. 

“I think we should…” He started, then inched forward and gently nibbled Porsha’s lower lip. “Let off some steam together. Release that built up sexual tension and frustration building up inside ourselves. Should help us get a proper night’s rest, that way we can get going early and back home. What do you think?” 

“But like, how?!” Porsha rolled her eyes, and half scoffed. She was tired of his teasing and just wanted to know what needed to be done to progress her needs and desires to that sweet, euphoric bliss she so badly craved.

“Like this.” 

Before Porsha could react, Rusty slid his arms beneath her shoulder blades and sat up with her. Both their legs intertwined under and over. Cradling the back of her neck with his right hand, Rusty leaned in to start kissing her lips while his left hand slowly snaked downward and unsnapped her bra strap like a muscle memory of sorts. 

“Mhm!” Porsha moaned into his mouth, rolling her shoulders side to side so the shoulder straps slipped away and the bra fell gracefully into her lap. Revealing her small firm B cup tits, her nipples hard and pointy.

Taking advantage of her exposure now, Rusty broke from the kiss. Porsha’s face so hot from blush right at that moment, it was nothing short of a miracle his face wasn’t burning from her heightened arousal. She felt his tongue start tracing the top of her sternum downwards. Porsha shivered, her nethers suddenly a burst of wet warmth. No doubt causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand.

“Thatta girl.” He crooned. Kissing his way to the right and upon finding her left breast, mouthing the areola and flicking his tongue in a counterclockwise circular pattern around the hard nub.

Porsha huffed in a burst of pleasure. “Oh my gawd!” She moaned, biting her lower lip and exhaling through her teeth with a soft hiss. She spasmodically ran her fingers through his hair reflexively.

Looking down, Porsha’s eyes met Rusty’s in the act of his stimulating her breast. He grinned devilishly up at her while keeping his tongue busy. 

“You are a real hot mess tonight, babe.” 

“Oh, shut up!” Porsha retorted playfully, realizing her bushy tail swaying slightly. 

“So, uh. Ever been eaten out before, Porsha my dear?” Rusty asked, still multitasking by orally pleasuring her nipple.

Blushing hard, Porsha bit her lip in consideration. “N—no, never! But like, always wanted to try! Seen plenty of videos of it being done and it looks hella good!”

“Excellent!” Rusty beamed, his eyes lighting up. “Allow me to show you a wonderful time, yeah?” 

Porsha nodded. “Oh, please do! And don’t worry, I like, totally scrubbed myself good down there in the shower earlier.” 

“No worries, dear. I’d be honored to at least take your oral virginity tonight. Then perhaps, you can test the waters on me after, if you’re up to it.” 

“Uh huh, I’ll try!” Porsha wagged, smiling and blushing beet red. 

Rusty leaned in, embraced and kissed her some more while slowly laying her back on the bed. Porsha’s body was shivering in anticipation of what was to come. Wordlessly, the lip kiss concluded and Rusty worked his way downwards. Kissing the tip of her chin, down her throat and topping the tip of her breastplate. Then, his tongue flicked out and slowly followed the trail of happiness south.

Moaning quietly, Porsha ran her hands softly through his tousled hair, silently encouraging him to go further. The man obliged and the trail continued down the center of her cleavage to her bellybutton. His hands caressing the small dip on either side between her ribcage and hips, gently stroking his fingertips into the fur. 

Rusty’s tongue circled around Porsha’s bellybutton. Briefly it recoiled back into his mouth and the kissing resumed. However, he kissed side to side slowly from each apposing pelvic bone. 

“Haah, ohhh yeah!” Porsha gasped. 

Rusty’s hands slid down further and stopped at her hips, slowly snaking his fingers under the hem of her pink Canine Klein panties. He looked up at her, questioning. 

“May I?” 

“Of course.” Porsha breathed, folding her ears back, blushing even deeper magenta. 

Raising himself a little, Rusty gently tugged the hem of Porsha’s panties and slowly shirked them down. Revealing her already glistening mound complete with the light blueish pubic landing strip Porsha carefully maintained there, in a direct line pointing to her womanhood.

“Wow.” Rusty marveled, taking in the sight of Porsha’s exposure. 

Rather than diving right in, however, Rusty continued to slowly roll Porsha’s panties off completely. Gently lifting her legs together to complete the act of full exposure. Once the intimate apparel passed over the tips of her toes and fell down to the join the heap of clothes on the floor, he kept her legs suspended between his shoulders momentarily. 

Again, he started the process of stimulating kisses from her left heel down. Grasping both legs and massaging them in turn as he worked. Soon as he reached the inner thigh on the left, he turned his attention to the right and repeated the process before settling himself just above her knees. Laying himself flat and allowing her legs to splay out along his torso.

“Mmmm, you’re like, such a tease!” Porsha giggled. No longer in a mind to berate him for keeping her waiting. 

“Am I?” Rusty crooned, his eyes traveling up to meet hers. Porsha noticing with immense satisfaction, that he too, now bore streaks of blush upon his cheeks. 

“I am like, soooo not used to being kept waiting. Ever. But this, this is totally okay!” Porsha blurted out, confiding herself. 

“I know you’re not, hon. Trust me, taking it slow and sensual will make it all the more better for you. You’ll see! Now, moment of truth, time to find out how aroused you really are.” 

With that, Rusty gently pulled her legs apart by the knee with ease. The full curtain of wolf girl womanhood exposed to his whims. Porsha’s breath hitched, her eyes traveling to the side watching his right hand creep forward. The hand balled in a fist, the index flung forward and he touched the base of her vagina, slowly running the finger up the slit to the tip of her clit. 

“Oh my gawsh!” Porsha moaned, a rack of shivers spasmed through her body. Her own fists balling up, grasping the sheet in which they rested upon. 

“Very aroused, yes.” Came Rusty’s voice. 

Porsha chanced a look and glimpsed him raising his now glistening fingertip up to his mouth and sampling the taste of her. 

“Ready for the fun part, Porsha? It’s not too late to back out if you aren’t ready. Your comfort and pleasure is my priority tonight. You are in charge here.” Rusty explained. 

“Unnfffhhh, totally ready! Take me, please!” Porsha pleaded, her heightened sense of arousal was burning beyond comprehension. There was no plausible way to just end it all here! They had come so far together in the past hours. 

“As you wish, hon.”

Laying flat between her legs, Rusty snaked his arms underneath so his hands came out around where he grasped the top of Porsha’s soft thighs and pulled her towards him. She could feel his hot breath on her mound now. 

“Oh my gawsh, this is really happening! Mmmmmm!” Porsha was beside herself, she couldn’t help it.  

Rolling her eyes upward, Porsha bit her lip as her heartbeat quickened. The feel of a tongue lapping slowly up her slit caused her to jump in surprise. It felt so good! She balled her fists up again and let out a soft moan. 

Rusty’s hands gripped Porsha’s thighs firmly, and pulled her ever closer. This time, Porsha felt him press his lips around her sex organ and give it a suck, swirling his tongue around in her wet folds. The bristles of his facial hair tickling her and heightening her sensations skyward. 

“Oh gawwwddddd!” Porsha hissed through clenched teeth. Looking down and noticing she now had her right hand on the back of Rusty’s head eagerly encouraging him to go deeper, having no recollection of doing so. She gyrated her hips around in slow circular pivots. Wet schlicking sounds emitted.

Her lover having remained silent thus far hungrily kept pleasing Porsha orally with increasing vehemence. His tongue thrust in and out harder and faster, periodically swirling around inside as deep as it could manage. Porsha was positively humping his face now, abandoning the slow hip gyrates, eager to help his tongue get in there deeper any way she could. 

What caught Porsha by pleasant surprise is when Rusty’s right hand coiled back underneath her thigh and a finger dipped itself inside her momentarily before retreating back and toying with the button of her anus. Stealing herself and looking back down, Porsha saw Rusty’s middle finger slowly guide its way into her backdoor and gently fingered her there. 

Porsha tensed a little bit, this unexpected surprise felt quite good after a few moments and so she relaxed and let him continue. The lubrication he gained from her girl parts eased the feeling and it quickly started to feel really good along with his mouth devouring her vagina. 

“Nnnggghhhh! Oh yeah, that feels so good. Touch me there, touch me there!” Porsha begged, her whole body racked with a spasm of pleasurable wake due to both her naughty bits getting attention. 

Rusty obliged, fingering her anus deeper and continuing his oral stimulation of Porsha’s soaking wet vagina. The heat began to rise in her fluffy cheeks, and Porsha suddenly found herself climbing that ladder to the top of cloud nine. 

Knowing her orgasm was close, Porsha thrust her hips faster, gripping a fistful of Rusty’s hair and trembling hard. His long middle finger working deeper, deeper beyond the knuckle and curling upwards scritching her rectal wall. His tongue never relinquishing its assault on her inner sex organ. He even pivoted his head side to side trying to get deeper, and Porsha felt his teeth gently graze the folds of her vagina. 

“Oh gawd, shit! Like, I’m totally about to cum!” Porsha whined euphorically, her body tensing and her legs having sandwiched themselves on either side of Rusty’s head tightly.

Rusty only nodded and kept working his magic, determined to give Porsha that sweet release, seemingly unafraid how her body would react. His finger hilted deep inside her anus, extending, curling and tickling around. His mouth suction cupped to her mound, tongue swirling fervently inside her clenching folds. 

“HNNNNGGGGHHHHH!” Porsha howled, quite possibly the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced to date swept over her. Fluid erupted and splattered Rusty’s face and undoubtedly gushed into his mouth. Her pelvic thrusts heightened and she let herself give in to this wonderful euphoric sensation. Rusty never faltering or pulling back from the overwhelming gush of sexual fluids assaulting his face and mouth.

“Mhm!” Rusty’s muffled approval vibrated against Porsha’s mound as her climax took her further. 

Porsha’s eyes having rolled up in her head, the hand clenching a fistful of Rusty’s hair forcing him further. The wolf girl’s breaths coming in short, hot bursts mixed with moans and yips of ecstasy. 

Moments later when her orgasm started to taper off, her breathing returning to normal, Porsha looked down. Rusty mouthed and kissed her mound before withdrawing his middle finger from her anus. 

“Good girl.” He whispered, looking upward with a satisfied smile on his wet, messy face.

“Yah totally liked that, yeah?” Porsha huffed, blushing with embarrassment, absentmindedly twirling a finger in her cheek tuft. Her right leg resting lazily on his back. 

“It was wonderful. Did you enjoy yourself, dear?” Rusty inquired, mopping his face with a hand and smearing the remnants of Porsha’s climax across his tongue. 

“Oh heck yeah!” Porsha half squeaked in response. “That was like, totally the best orgy I’ve had in my life!” 

Licking a few more wet spots from Porsha’s puffy mound, Rusty crouched over the top of her again and kissed her full on the mouth. Porsha tasted herself in his mouth and loved it. It was so taboo and naughty to commit such an act! 

“Wanna try me out, then?” Rusty crooned, breaking off the kiss and looking deep into her eyes, thumbing her cheeks. 

“Yesssss.” Porsha moaned, glancing down his hovering torso and spotting a large lump pressing out against his jeans. 

“But like, you probably should stand up. I’m not very good at the whole laying down thing like you are! Heh.” 

“Whatever works for you works for me, Porsha.” He responded smoothly before shrinking back off the bed and standing to his full height between the seats and aft the bunk. 

Porsha repositioned herself so she was sitting on the edge of the mattress. Reaching out, she pulled her lover in closer by the hips and started to slowly undo his drawers. With a zip and a pop, the pants were loosened and Porsha wasted no time shirking them down. Rusty stepped out of the crumpled pants and swept them aside. Porsha hitched her fingers under the hem of his boxers and slowly yanked them down. A long, thick, veiny surprise greeted her there. 

“Oh my gawd, you’re big!” She started, marveling at the throbbing penis twitching inches from her face. 

“So I’ve been told!” Came his grumbly voice from above, a slight note of eagerness audible in the pitch. 

Tenderly, Porsha grasped the thing in her right hand. She couldn’t even touch her middle finger to thumb around it. She had practiced on toys and even orally fooled around with some guy friends in the past, but none were this blessed. Rusty tensed a little bit at her touch, and Porsha felt his hand smooth the spot between her ears, encouraging her on. 

“Forgive me if I like, don’t do it right!” Porsha stammered as she gave the tip a long, savory lick. 

“Mmmffhhh!” Rusty grunted. “You’ll do fine, babe. I’m not hard to please.”

Porsha slid her hand down to the base and grasped it there, opening her mouth and taking the thing deep into her maw. The penis throbbed and Porsha tasted the undeniable trickle of pre leaking out somewhere in the back of her throat. 

“Mhm!” She moaned, bobbing her head. 

Porsha tightened her lips around it and swirled her long tongue up, down, and around. Feeling the veins pulsating.  While her hand firmly gripped and pumped the base. Faint popping sounds emitted from the corners of her mouth each time the penis slid to the edge of her inner cheeks on the back suck.

“Oh fuck…” Rusty moaned, exhaling and holding the back of Porsha’s head now as she sucked him off. He reached down with his left hand and gripped her right shoulder. 

Porsha throated it faster and deeper, reveling in the power and control she had over this guy. She reached up with her left hand and cupped and fondled his heavy balls gently while her right stroked the base. Making a male weak in the knees from her oral skills was a wonderful delight! 

“Porsha I’m gonna… Oh shit!” Rusty hissed through clenched teeth, his grip tightening on the back of her head and his whole body tensing, his cock becoming even harder in her mouth, twitching. 

“Ohfh?” Porsha muffled a response but didn’t let up on her blowing. If anything, she picked up speed. Her left hand tickling and teasing his balls. Porsha noticed them tightening up against his body, shrinking away from her soft fingers. 

She didn’t relent, jerking the base harder and swirling her tongue around the shaft like a serpent, Porsha was more than determined to get her reward. 

“Mhm, mhm!” She coaxed. 

“AHHHHHH!” Rusty voice boomed. 

Gushing strands of sweet, salty liquid erupted into Porsha’s mouth. Lots of it, and it pulsated and pulsated, pumping her mouth full of his sexual release. The man’s heightened breathing and gasps of pleasure as he emptied himself into the eager wolf girl’s hungry mouth. 

Porsha coughed a stifled a gag as a few strands hit the back of her throat, this was more than she’d ever taken but she was ready for it and didn’t let up on her assault. She faintly noticed a burning sensation in one of her nostrils as cum ricocheted up there too. 

This was too much, Porsha released the penis from her mouth and a few more strands of cum blasted from the tip and splattered across her snout and cheeks, dripping down onto her chest. 

“Oh my gawd!” She gasped, managing to continue to jerk him off with her hand. His throbbing penis felt like a flexing garden hose with a kink bulging with water. 

Rusty’s explosive orgasm finally began to subside, however, cum still oozed from the tip. Porsha inched forward and lapped it up. Sure, he made a mess of her fluffy face, but she didn’t care. The fact that she caused him to ejaculate this hard was all the more satisfying. 

Porsha finally looked up at him, grinning like a succubus with devilish delight in her eyes.

“Been shot it da face!” She teased, lapping her tongue around her lips. “You um, good?” 

“That was phenomenal, Porsha. You were, wow, I can’t even! It’s been so long…” Rusty managed at last, his breath coming in rapid succession, his chest and stomach heaving. He fingered and stroked her ears lovingly, looking down with a benign smile. 

“Thought maybe you were gonna like, pass out or something!” Porsha giggled, gripping his penis and taking a few more laps at the tip to make sure no more was coming. Porsha gulped the remnants of his semen, feeling it trickle down her throat. Protein shots were good, right? Swallowing was the polite thing to do, after all. 

Releasing his now softening member, Porsha stood up and wrapped her arms around Rusty’s neck, nuzzling in for a hug and kiss. To her surprise, he didn’t resist in disgust at the fact his man juice stuck to her face. Many of her guy friends had been appalled when she tried to do this to them. 

Producing a packet of wet wipes, Rusty did his best to clean her face up for her. Gently wiping down the bridge of her nose and wicking away the stuff from her cheek. 

“Not the best, but it will do for now I reckon.” He said, leaning in to kiss her nose and discarding the wadded wipes to a small waste bin under the bunk. 

“You’re good! I like knowing that I totally caused that kind of reaction from you!” Porsha assured, giggling. 

Rusty said nothing, instead he gently swung Porsha around by the mid and collapsed back onto the bed with her on top. Now running his hands up and down the small of her back soothingly. 

Porsha crooned happily, and the two made out some more. She cradled the sides of his grizzled face in her soft hands, not ever wanting this moment to end. It was up to that point, the most thrilling, erotic experience of her life. 

The best part? She didn’t feel bad about it, not in the slightest. So what if her dad found out? Porsha sensed Rusty was more than a match for her father and could protect her should the time come. She had honestly feared for her guy friend’s lives in the past anytime she fooled around with them. They were pampered weak guys, not even the slightest bit capable of defending themselves if her father came after them with a vengeance. Equally lucky for them, Jimmy never discovered the naughty forays Porsha had initiated. 

A soft snore permeated her thoughts. Rusty had already fallen asleep, his hands lack on her back and his chest rising and falling in even slow breaths. Porsha nuzzled into the crook below his chin and within moments, she too was fast asleep.