When he rests his arm across the back of the bench seat, the soft limb brushing past her hair startles her.  She sniffs lightly at the air, remembering her flirtatious game before.  Should she be keeping it up?  This man, this Ahriman, doesn't seem to need a lot of encouragement.  Indeed, looking at him slumped back peacefully behind the wheel, sprawled out in the dark cavern of the dark old pickup's cab, his massive, pale limbs making it seem claustrophobic and cramped - indeed, he doesn't seem like he needs anything at all.

Shannon rides with him in silence for a few miles, up and down the gentle swells of the landscape, with the looming silhouettes of kudzu-stricken woodland racing by on either side.  She finds it easy to think that the truck was still, and the land was moving past them on its own, a tiny fleeting capsule of life and light in the unforgiving darkness.  She thinks of Bobby out there in the dark alone, and then remembers the dog, Jody - she imagines he's let the dog in, by now, holding his head across his lap, comfortable and secure with such a mighty monster to protect him.  Bobby'll be fine.

She scarcely realizes she's leaned her body against the brawny mutant's flank, until she finds herself cooing in surprise at his silky-soft fur.  He smiles, his lips so strangely full and glossy.  Dick-sucking lips?  Pussy-sucking lips, even - she squirms a little as she realizes she's deciding he could probably get her whole slit in his mouth if he tried.

"Mmm."  His voice buzzes faintly against her, resonating in his cottage-sized ribcage.  "You like that, huh?"

Shannon pauses, frozen like she'd been caught red-handed.  Did he know...?  "Like...  what?"

If he looks at her, gauging her reaction, it's just for a split second, his gorgeous blue eyes nearly shining in the darkness.  "My hide.  I do keep it very soft.  Baby momma likes it like that."

Shannon knits her brow, thinking about this.  The end of her sleek, fine muzzle pushes up under his massive pink nipple, the plush man-teat well out of the way of his overalls-bib.  Her finger lazily fondles the warm metal of the rivet the strap attaches to.  She resolves to muddle through the increasing haze in her tired mind, to keep looking for advantages to take.  Her sleek paw suggestively fondles the knob of his stick-shifter, a glossy orb of lucite with the figure of a strange green rat in red overalls.  "What's she like?"

Ahriman wets his lips, slowly, heavily, massive thick tongue rolling across his kissable mouth.  His eyes flick off the road again, looking at the sun-visor on the passenger side.  His hand slides off her hip, slowly, brushing her sleek, bare thigh, and he tugs the visor down just a bit, slipping a glossy 4 by 6 out of the space there, handing it to her.  Then he clicks on the dome light, so she can see it.

Shannon takes a moment to focus her eyes on what at first appears to be a roiling mass of uneven stripes.  As her eyes adjust to the light, the stripes resolve themselves into a figure, swollen and stretched around her maddening contours.  A female zebra.  Her indecency scarcely restrained by a lacy black teddy, showily biting her knuckle, wavy blonde mane messy and toussled, like she just got out of bed.  Her belly domed and bulging, at least five months along; her crossed thighs hide her groin, but her fat, coal-black nipples jut out for all the world to see.  And in her other hand, the one not dimpling her rosy-pink lips, she seems to be holding an entire six-pack of beer bottles between her knuckles.  The picture's signed in the kind of neon pink ballpoint pen you don't use to fill out a loan application: "All 4 U.  -Liz"

God, what?  Shannon's eyes widen, as she peers at the bottles, and then at the woman - and then at Ahriman.  He takes the picture back without prompting, sliding it away again.  "Ms. Liz is just my everything."

Shannon gulps, stumbling through the darkness between her own ears.  She is distantly aware her slender paw is groping the monster's colossal thighs, only a little more than she notices she's arching the curve of her pert ass into that barstool palm of his.  "She's...  huge!"

The beast-stud chuckles, and nods, giving the girl's tush a soft grope.  "Oh, yeah.  We don't even have a hydraulic lift - just a big ol' rack we put cars on.  I get the front, she gets the back."  He chuckles.  "Like some other things."

Shannon frowns, ears flicking as the joke whizzes right over her pretty head.  "But, Mr. Ahriman, I thought...  I thought we, that is, I..."  Her tail curves and squirms, and she assertively shoves her ass out into the man's overpowering hand, her paws both kneading the shape of his sex through the denim, the heft of his knotted, dense balls making her heart thunder in her chest, not to mention the concentrated sweaty nutmusk she's been dosing up on since they left Bobby behind.

Ahriman very gently takes them onto the shoulder.  He guides the stick-shift into neutral, giving the thing a gentle wobble side-to-side, and with a subtle shift of weight, he crushes the parking brake with his foot, securing their position.  And with the shadows reaching up onto his warm, friendly face, he turns to Ms. Shannon.  He pulls his arm from the windshield, hooking one finger in her top, tugging it down until the knot falls loose, her breathless bosom hanging bare off her slender chest.  "Of /course/ we are."

She heaves a sigh of relief, blushing as it betrays the depth of her want.  He pulls his overall straps loose, letting the bib fall flat over his lap.  Shannong watches breathlessly, her naked breasts feeling positively modest as she watches the fleshy breeder wriggle his overalls off his wide hips, shoving them down to the floorwell.  The dashboard takes up most of the light, obscuring the shadowy shapes of what look like head-sized nuts, and across his thigh lays an arm-thick, arm-long slab of horsedick.

Shannon's ears fold back firmly, awestruck by this thing.  It only seems to grow as her hands seek it out, black-gloved foxpaws groping its veiny bulk.  Every time she takes its measure, it simply outdoes itself, pounds-heavy cockflesh bloating gratefully into her soft, eager hands.  She reaches one hand out to stroke his nuts, but her fingers simply vanish into the sweaty velveteen of his deepslung nuts.  She only becomes sure they hang over the bench as he sits there.

So instead she draws his cock up, into the light, staring at his fat pink prong.  Gawking at it, eyes wide with awe, admiring every crease, every vein, and the strange sunburst of striations around the immense flare of his equid crown.  She watches how they crinkle and fold when she squeezes his flare, and glrks in surprise when she gets a faceful of precum.  She moves to wipe it off her face, but he grabs her forearms, yanking her in.  His columnar wombstretcher hugs the valley between her slender breasts, and though she quickly sinks eye-deep in his gaping high-caliber pisshole, she's quickily rebuffed by a wave of stringy nutsauce, hot slop running down her throat and over her throbbing tits as they grind and snuggle his cockshaft.

She kisses and sucks his dick's horny mouth, her mind sinking into a mire of carpet-muncher porno, and her body follows suit.  She channels her inner cuntslurping dyke whore, and lets the bitch kiss this cock's fatlipped pussy, thrilling as the monster's hand shoves her head down, hot fresh stringy ballbatter smeared right up over her eyelids.

But then he pulls her back instead of pushing her down.  Half-a-dozen strings of unspeakable fuckfilth link her gorgeous face to the end of his cock, her tail merrily a-swish, feeling his hungry eyes devour her, and the slick of spilled jizz clinging to her from throat to nipples to navel.  He winks, and jerks his head toward the passenger door.  "This'll be more fun outside."

He was right.  Shannon's splayed ears could only twitch as she watched the lumbering goliath turn to face her in the uneven illumination of the headlight.  She twists her body, thinking to bend over the truck's hood, but he catches her again, shaking her head.  "Not yet."  And so she sinks to her knees, her cunt gnawing her bunched-up panties, kneeling before a man whose nipples are above her standing eye-level.

She kneels, and she opens wide, and he takes her head in both massive hands.  He puts the edge of his flare between her lips, and grunts as he pushes behind it with his thick thumbs.  Folding, creasing, compressing.  Forcing.  Forcing it in, forcing it to fit.  Shannon's body heaves, abdomen spasming, hips bucking, liquid orgasm crashing to the ground between her ankles.  And again, when his flare's entered completely, popping wetly into her mouth, bulging her cheeks, warping her pretty face.

His mighty arms flex and pull, the meaty, slabby breed-god exerting himself on this greedy muzzlefuck, the vixen gurgling breathlessly as her throat is violated by his tractor-trailer glanshead.  There's not even an option for her to gag, only to swallow his rampaging meat, his mighty, knee-swinging nuts wobbling to the same beat as her bare, cumstained tits.  His medial ring seems impossibly distant, yet she reaches for it, stroking it lovingly with her fingers.  pulling and milking over it, her gullet encompassing breathsmothering waves of his virility.

His ecstacy simple fades into climax, ropy spunkwad not so different from the roiling waves of lube before.  Shannon's knees grind into the dirt, swallowing his wad aggressively, vaguely confused as he pulls her hair, overpowering her, forcing her off his spewing breed.  She gazes longingly at his bare, throatslick cock for all of a second before it glues her eyes shut, the sleek vixen bathing in his clinging ballbatter.  She rubs her belly, admiring the bulge it's formed, jealous of the one Ms. Liz was sporting.  She slurpingly sucks the cum from her lips, jerking his greasy cock obediently, yet without being told, swallowing throatful after lively, wriggling throatful of his womb-infesting dicksauce.

She's still sitting there, wiping it off her tits with her hands, licking them clean, sucking it off her gums, gulping and gurgling and swallowing with anxious greed, as the giant returns to his truck.  He plucks the overalls out of the footwell, pitching them into the empty bed, then whistles, sharply.  Jody trots out of the brush nearby, his black body evident to Shannon only by the thudding patter of his clawed paws, and the grinding labor of the truck's suspension.

Her brow knots faintly as she considers the dog's return.  Alone.  Where was he?  But her jizzbelly roils and gurgles, and her concern dissipates, and instead her eyes linger on this mutant fuck-god as he stands there in the starlight, sweat-sheened treasure-trail leading to a slack mass of dick not fully a quarter of the way sheened with her spit, despite all her efforts.  Whatever else was troubling her seems unimportant.  He ticks his head toward the passenger door; when she enters, she's bare completely, her skirt and panties discarded in the dust.  She sighs, a blushing virgin all over again.  "w-was that good?"

He winks, his strong hands tweaking the ignition key, coaxing the old truck to life again.  Drops the parking brake without answering, then rests his palm between her thighs, stroking her squelching, swollen pink pussy.  She wriggles with a heat and soreness she scarcely knows, groaning and clutching his arm as he pets her worn-out untouched snatch, stroking and pulling her horny little clit for just long enough.  She's still cumming, clinging to his bare, sweatsheened flank in the dark, as he shifts into first gear, and puts the truck back on the road.  "Good enough, anyway.  Ms. Liz'll be waiting."

Shannon's brow furrows tightly at this.  Oh no, Ms. Liz!  Those absurd curves are still fresh in Shannon's mind, her knees clenching together as she imagines the kind of love a giantess can make to a dick like that.  How is one little vixen ever to compete?  "Am I gonna meet her?"

"Oh, I reckon so."  He licks his lips, grinning again as he pulls the truck onto an unmarked side-road.  "I think she'll like you."

They meander in darkness only a little while longer, as the twinkle of distant house-lights coalesce into the shape of an airstream trailer, silhouetted against the woods behind it.  And silhouetted against it, just barely discernible in the darkness, is an hourglass figure, fringed in contrasting white and black.