Author's notes: I totaled my car in August of 2006 and was forced to hunt for new transportation. Fortunately, out of every tragedy comes a little gem � in this case, inspiration to write a new story! Be warned, this story contains M/M sex. If you're not into that, or the local laws or God of your choice says you cannot look ... then don't. But I know you will. :P

None of my normal romance here (you can check my other stories for that) - just an excuse for a quick yiff! Please! I need feedback to improve! If you liked the story, let me know too!

The Sale  
By Shilah (shilahwolf@gmail.com)

River Fox was lucky to be alive.

He sat slouched against the retaining wall of Memorial Parkway in downtown Huntsville, the acrid stench of gasoline and scorched rubber wafting through his narrow brown fox muzzle. The sound of the traffic passing by at full speed, occasionally sending up a piece of plastic or metal that had at one time been his car, echoed in his ears, tall and tipped with black, though now drooping after the accident. The flashing blue and red lights set against the night burned his blue eyes; he buried his head in his black paws and sighed.

  Moments earlier, River had been heading north on Memorial Parkway after a round of golf with some friends. He had set the cruise control on the Focus and leaned back to enjoy the ride back up the parkway to his townhouse. A few car lengths in front of him, a white Ford Explorer went up over the Airport Road overpass and disappeared from view.

But when River crested the overpass, to his horror, the Explorer had braked sharply to rubberneck at the police working an accident on the southbound side. He slammed his breaks on but had no chance to stop. River ended up not hitting the Explorer, but lost control and hit the retaining wall, smashing in the front of his Focus and leaving him dazed.

He watched as the crumpled remains of his car were loaded on the flatbed, his fox tail sagging behind him and hanging between his legs. He began thinking about what to do next...

\* \* \*

"Based on the repair estimate, your vehicle has been declared a total loss."

The claims adjuster was talking to River, but he was still stuck on the total loss part. He had driven that car for years � it had gotten him reliably through college and had carried him all over the country, from Philadelphia to Orlando, and from Memphis to Atlanta with almost no problems at all. River sat at his desk at work, numbed and saddened by the news.

  He zoned back in to the adjuster. "Your vehicle has an assessed value of eighty seven hundred dollars. Minus your thousand dollar deductible and the three thousand outstanding on your loan, that leaves a positive value of thirty-seven hundred dollars."

River cleared his throat. "You have any suggestions about what I should do about getting a new car?"

"Officially, no," the claims adjuster said. "Unofficially, pickup trucks are generally cheaper to insure."

"Thanks," he said, hanging up with the claims adjuster.

River thought. Even before the accident, he had been considering buying a pickup truck; for someone just out of college, they were enormously useful for hauling stuff around. He also rarely had more than one person in the truck with him. Maybe a truck would work out well!

He fired up Firefox and began to search for information on pickup truck. He began by visiting the websites of the big name manufacturers: Ford, Chevy, Nissan and Toyota, and used their online tools to build models before. The Ranger? Too small. The Colorado? Too much money for what you get. The list went on and on. Finally, he settled on the base model of the Tacoma with a 5-speed. Now to find a dealership...

  River continued to hunt until he found almost the perfect truck for him at a dealership in Decatur. He picked up the phone and punched in the number for the dealership.

After a few rings, the phone connected to reveal a female voice, "Evans Toyota."

"Hello," River said. "I'd like to see if a truck listed on your website is still available." He read her the ID number.

"Yes," she replied after a brief delay, "it's still here."

"Fantastic!" River exclaimed. "I'll be over there shortly."

He placed a quick call to the taxi company to get a cab sent to his apartment. It arrived a short time later, and the drive to Decatur went quickly. Before long, River was at Evans Toyota and looking at the Tacoma he had spotted on the website.

Out of the corner of his blue fox eye, he saw a nicely dressed cheetah approaching. Oh boy. Here it comes.

The cheetah was tall and lanky, as was often with his species. He sauntered with a distinctive walk of a finely tuned machine, capable of taking off to an incredibly high speed at any moment. His fur burned with bright yellows and tawny orange, punctuated with black spots so as almost to appear as an inverted night sky. Bristly whiskers sprouted like limbs from his chiseled muzzle; his nose twitching as he catalogued the smells of the area. Two ears poked out from above his narrow cropped hair, swiveling to observe all the sounds.

  "Hello there," the cheetah drawled. "How're you doin' today?"

"Well, thank you!" River replied.

The cheetah stuck out a paw, "Name's Tavasin. Most folks just call me Tava. You had your eye on this Tacoma?"

River shook paws with Tava, mentally noting the smooth texture of the fur around his paws. "Yeah, I found it online. Not sure if it's exactly what I was looking for, though."

"Well," Tava began, rehearsing the sales spiel, though looking a bit uncomfortable. "This truck has a two-point-seven liter inline four, and a five-speed manual transmission. Otherwise, it's loaded. Power windows, power locks, cold air conditioner, remote entry. The works."

River peered into the window. "How much can it haul?"

Tava paused, trying to remember. "I'm ... not sure. But I'd be happy to find out for you?"

River churred softly, looking at the back seats. "The bench folds flat in the back, correct?"

"I believe so, yes." Tava said, again sounding uncertain and looking very uncomfortable.

River peered in the driver's side window. He turned to the cheetah, smiling. "How about we take it out for a spin?"

  "Sure," Tava smiled, "I'll be right back with the keys."

The cheetah disappeared for a moment. River silently felt sorry for the cheetah; the questions he had asked hadn't seemed too difficult, but the poor cat had almost turned white beside his spots! He figured he must be new, and wondered why someone was out here without more direction.

Tava reappeared a short time later, holding some paperwork and a set of keys. He unlocked the truck and let River open the door. He savored the sweet smell of a new car as he pulled himself into the interior of the blue Tacoma. Tava hopped in on the other side.

"Start �er up, when you're ready."

River pushed the clutch in and started the truck. He gave the engine a quick rev, put it in gear, and pulled out of the dealership parking lot.

He headed down the road away from the dealership, idly adjusting some of the controls. River tried out the air conditioner (it was cold!) and the radio. All the time, Tava was sitting in the seat next to him, fidgeting and appearing extremely uncomfortable.

  River turned off the highway and onto a two lane road. He reached up and turned down the radio, looking over at the cheetah.

"You okay?" River asked.

"Huh?" Tava replied, seeming almost startled.

"Are you okay? You just seem kind of ... edgy."

"Oh," Tava said, looking away. "Yeah. It's my first day, and the boss is really ridin' me to make a sale."

"Really," River peered at him.

"Yeah," Tava said, looking a bit downcast. "There're a lot of folks waitin' for jobs on the sales lot. I gotta make a sale today or they'll send me back inside."

He looked over at River, smiling at him. "I'd do anything to make a sale."

River gulped. "Anything?"

Smiling, Tava reached a paw over to give River a playful rub on his crotch, eliciting a soft moan of surprise from River. He spread his legs a little bit, murring at the feeling of the cheetah's paw through his jeans.

Tava grinned, letting his paw come up to the button on River's jeans. He deftly let his pawfinger slip under the waist of River's jeans and popped them open, exposing a tiny sight of his white boxers. River was beginning to pant, and he heard the tires grinding against the stripped edge of the road.

  "You try to keep the truck on the road, eh?" Tava chided him, rubbing his hardening fox cock through his boxer shorts. "Leave this to me."

Moaning softly, River tried his hardest to steer the truck back straight ahead. In the cab, Tava leaned over so that his head was in River's lap; he inhaled River's fox musk deeply, churring as he continued to rub at the bulge in his pants.

Tava reached up to the edge of River's boxer shorts and gave them a gentle tug, exposing his sheath and red, engorged member. River moaned at the surprise - the feeling of the cool air on his warm member elicited a little shock from him.

Outside, a horn blared and River swerved back into the right lane.

Tava gave River's round orbs a gentle squeeze and, looking up at him, slowly slid his muzzle down onto his meat. River, panting and moaning, was trying his hardest to concentrate on the road but was finding it increasingly difficult to focus, especially now that his member had been engulfed in warmth. The cheetah slid all the way down to the River's knot, his nose resting against his pants. Slowly, he slid himself back up and deftly glided back down. Above him, River's pants and murring encouraged him on.

  On the next down stroke, he began to twirl his tongue around River's cock. The fox's eyes almost bulged out of his sockets. He began to lift up, trying desperately to maintain control at of the truck in the face of one of the most cripplingly wonderful blowjob he had ever had.

Up and down Tava slid on River's throbbing rod. River thrusted back up at him, lifting himself off the seat and trying desperately to screw back at the warm receptacle engulfing his sensitive fox cock. Tava let a paw wander up under River's shirt. It found a nipple and began to gently rub it.

River again swerved back onto the road. Moaning, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. When Tava began to rub his engorged knot, River reached his limit. He let out a half-bark, half moan, thrusting up into Tava's mouth and emptying his overflowing balls into cheetah. Spurt after spurt burst forth from his spasming meat, Tava sucking the cum down like honey manna. River's toes curled as one of the most amazing orgasms he had ever had washed over him.

  When he looked down, he was doing 110 miles per hour down the road. Having regained some control, he let a paw off the accelerator and, reaching over Tava, still nursing on his cock, he popped the truck out of gear and let it coast to a stop on the side of the road near a farm.

As they ground to a stop, the engine still humming at idle, Tava leaned up and looked at River, grinning and with a little bit of cum hanging off his muzzle. He licked his lips, cleaning his muzzle.

"So ..." Tava began, smiling.

"... just tell me where I need to sign," was all that River could manage.

\* \* \*

The drove back to the dealership by a different route, pulling in about 15 minutes later. Tava lead River insider and got him a drink of water as he put together all the paperwork for the truck loan.

An hour later, River smiled as he signed the last sheet of paper. As he walked out to the new truck, he heard someone call his name. He turned around to see Tava sauntering towards him, smiling.

"Thanks!" he said, smiling. "And remember. There's a scheduled maintenance program to go with your new purchase."

  River thought aloud, "Well, I normally do my own maintenance-"

Tava pushed a piece of paper into his paws and walked back towards the dealership building, whistling. River looked at the piece of paper; It showed the days that Tava would be working.

Maybe that maintenance plan isn't so bad after all...

Copyright (c) 2008 Shilah