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The outskirts of Deres' Oasis was a dusty, dry unpleasant place for anyone walking on foot. The lush landscaped beauty of the oasis valley was a good four miles behind at this point. The residential and business districts with their irrigated lawns, beautiful trees and smiling, happy residents were a forgotten dream. Out here it was all industrial warehouses, factories, forgotten utility connections and the straight, four lane motorway that cut into the desert, the road markings often covered beneath a layer of dust and sand.

Inside a car the two hundred mile stretch between the Oasis and the Tharint mountains probably flew past. For Ekimus it was already proving to be miserable and he'd not left the city limits yet. The air was hot, the bandana wrapped about his mouth could only do so much to ward off the grit and sand. Billowing clouds of sand were picked up by sharp gusts of wind and scattered across his grey fur, catching beneath his clothes. His backpack was heavy, stuck to his by a layer of sweat which made him feel greasy. It pulled his black t-shirt tight, making it sit uncomfortably, baggy, dry and loose at the front but clinging, sticky and trapped at the back. It was a necessary evil however, without he'd die. His pack was filled with enough water to last the first thirty miles to the nearest well it weighed heavily on his shoulders.

Ekimus paused as he heard an engine coming up behind him and stuck his thumb out, rocking his arm back and forth. Pink tail trailing through the dusty verge behind him the young rat preyed they'd stop. No such luck, he got a horn blast, a jeering cry and a cloud of dust in his face as the sporty number sped by. Traffic was light this morning, Ekimus had missed the big crowd that left town that morning. He'd meant to be down at the truck stops, motels and parking lots near the stadium to cadge a lift when the crowd from last night's Variance gig left town.

He'd been distracted however by the pair of otters he'd been bunking with. He never did find out if they were husband and wife, siblings or just good friends. What he knew for sure however is she liked rat dick ploughing through her whilst he completed the sandwich by filling Ekimus to the brim. A whole morning spent in their bed, trying out different ways to do it as a threesome meant Ekimus had spent balls and a long walk ahead of him.

They'd fucked him, fed him but left him at the side of the road with regrets as they headed south. Variance's next gig was east, over the Tharint mountains. Ducking his head and taking a sip from his bottle the rat trudged on, heading resolutely onwards, he could make the well at Rangers by sunset if he was stuck walking all day. If he was lucky someone would stop and offer a poor dust coated hitchhiker a lift.

-0-

Three hours later and Ekimus was feeling parched, dusty and the idea of stopping was really appealing. He knew he couldn't though, not yet, he'd find some shade later but if he was still walking after dark he'd freeze. A rumble behind made the rat turn and stick out his thumb hopefully. A massive articulated truck was bearing down on him, wheels kicking up a plume of dirt. A horn blasted, deep powerful notes making Ekimus' teeth ache, there was a thump, a change in engine noise and then the truck rolled to a halt less than a metre away.

Ekimus hurried forward, eyes marvelling at the size of the cab. It was massive, twice the usual size and long and the trailer it was pulling was gigantic, towering over the road, each wheel level with the rat's eyes. The door into the cab opened with a clunk but Ekimus had to climb halfway up the ladder before he could see who was driving. His eyes widened at the figure sitting in the oversized drivers chair, he was a huge and impressive sight.

The boar was probably nine feet tall standing up. With huge broad shoulders, arms corded with muscles and legs like tree trunks. His tusks were long and gleamed like polished ivory and his eyes were a deep dark brown. He had a nose ring was solid copper and looked like something Ekimus would have expected to find on someone's front door, not hanging from their snout. His most peculiar feature were the chains that linked his nosering to metal cuffs fixed to the tip of his tusks. Further chains then wove their way down his tusks and vanished into his mouth. When he smiled Ekimus could just make out the chains attached to his lower, smaller set of tusks. It was quite a wild look, Ekimus approved though the boars clothing didn't match his punkish look. He was wearing a loose pair of cargo trousers and a baggy t-shirt that bulged across his somewhat portly belly. He had short bristly brown fur and a thick shaggy crop of black bristles rising in a mohawk between his ears and vanishing down his neck into his top.

"Where you heading?" he asked with a gruff base rumble, and Ekimus realised he'd been being examined by the boar whilst he gawped, "You look like the kind of kid who was hanging around the concert in Deres' Oasis last night."

"I was at the Variance concert," Ekimus replied, whiskers twitching, "I've got a tour ticket for their whole summer season but..."

"You spent all your cash on that and are hitching from gig to gig?" the boar interrupted, chortling softly, his large belly wobbling, "Well kid get in, I'm going to the Koneta depot, you can ride that far."

Slinging off his bag Ekimus climbed into the cabin, well aware that despite his bedraggled, dust coated look the boar's eyes were checking him out. He turned to face his benefactor and smiled as he moved towards the large passenger chair, "Names Ekimus, what do I call you sir?"

"Names Paga and don't sit," he lifted one finger and shook his head, "You're a mess, go back into my cabin," he motioned at the door at the back of the cab, "Lay a blanket down and dust your fur and strip off those rags. In the bottom left hand drawer you'll find something suitable for a hitchhiker to wear."

Ekimus felt his sheath thicken at that order and his muzzle split into a small grin, "Yes sir," he squeaked and turned to the door, it was going to he the kind of lift he paid for with his body, he couldn't wait, "Thanks for the ride... Just so you know, I'm OK with anything you want in payment."

"Glad we understand each other," Paga rumbled as he started the engine. Ekimus glanced back at the boar as he turned to shut the cabin door behind him. The boar was smirking, his eyes still fixed on the rat's body then he turned to the business of driving and the grey rat hurried into the cabin to get cleaned up.

-0-

Standing on a towel Ekimus did the best he could with a brush on his fur. Arms, legs, navel and chest were easy enough but he couldn't reach much of his back. It'd do until they stopped somewhere he could have a proper shower. He looked more grey again and less muddy brown and whilst he was busy brushing his fur he was able to get a good look at the cabin.

It was much larger than any other truck he'd been on before with enough space between the sliding door and the bed for several people to stand. There were two small chest of drawers built into the left and right wall and the bed itself was impressive. It was no narrow bunk bed but a full on double width spread that stretched back into the cavity at the rear of the truck. Licking his lips Ekimus smiled, he did so love it when he got picked up by a trucker who understood the rules. From the looks of it this Paga knew what he was about.

Opening the drawer he'd been told to look for Ekimus whistled as he found it full of neatly folded lycra garments. Pulling one of them out the rat held the smooth fabric up between his hands and admired the way it gleamed as well as how it felt against his pink paws. Smooth, slippery fabric that slid over his fur with ease as he pulled it on. The garment was green and black and an all in one wrestling singlet, tight shorts and a vest sewn as one garment. The straps over the shoulders and low round neck that left half his chest bare as well as his arms. It clung to his butt, the tail hole designed to be tightened to fit whoever was wearing it. The real delight was the way it cupped his balls and sheath, creating a very tight, very smooth spandex bulge that left Ekimus grinning stupidly.

Looking at himself in the small mirror Ekimus grinned, it looked quite good on him and his neon green mohawk complimented it quite well, "Well," he murmured taking a deep breath and nudging his tattered, dust coated clothing off to one side, "Best get back out there."

Sidling back through the door into the cab, Ekimus bit his lower lip at the way the slick fabric of the wrestling singlet slid against him. Paga glanced around as he approached and the rat swayed and grabbed the back of a chair as the boar braked and the truck slowed down.

"Looks good on you kid now," he shifted in his seat and spread his legs with a grunt, "You know your place hitchhiker."

Ekimus grinned and nodded, he knew the deal and slid forwards, ducking down to kneel between the boars legs. His trotter sporting legs could still reach the pedals and the truck started to speed up again as the rat leant forwards and drank down his first breath of the boar's thick musk. Paga's sent was incredibly rich, thick and masculine and Ekimus loved it. Squeaking softly he ran his nose up and down the length of the boar's crotch before he tucked his buck teeth into his belt and started to tug it loose. Paga laughed and lowered one hand to stroke his mohawk and ears.

"That's it kid, let me out... keep me hard and on edge, do not make me cum boy... I'll do that when I pull over for the night."

"Yes sir," Ekimus replied with a squeak as he got the belt undone and started on the buttons of the boar's jeans. Soon enough he had his underwear pulled down to expose his hefty nuts and the thick plumpness of his sheath. Drawing a deep breath the rat leant forwards and tucked his nose under Paga's balls and just rested for a moment, enjoying the scent.

"Like that do you rat?" Paga asked and as Ekimus nodded he grunted in approval as his balls bounced against the rat's muzzle. "Good well get to work, I've got to call in and kid... you call me Papa whilst yer aboard. It's what everyone calls me," he smirked and picked up his radio transmitter and depressed the switch, "This is Papa, to Koneta central, I've left the Oasis and am making good time on my approach toward..."

He carried on talking but Ekimus stopped listening, his muzzle was wrapped around the boar's sheath and he was sucking on the tip, sleek rat tongue pressing inside to tease and tug his shaft free of its home. He was soon rewarded with a thick muzzle full of boar dick, a nose full of rich musky male scent and the teasing caused by his own rock hard rat cock stretching the fabric of his wrestling singlet.

Paga drove, the air inside the cab was cool but rich with their scent. The damp patch in Ekimus' singlet grew as his cock leaked pre and Paga rumbled in appreciation, occasionally stroking the rat's mohawk or murmuring that he was a good bitch. Outside the desert rolled past, dusty, hot but no longer Ekimus' concern. His only need right now was to keep the trucker happy whilst he drove and damn his thick dick tasted great! The boar even let Ekimus stop for a drink of water every hour or so though he had to stay in his place between his legs! It was only as the sun was setting that Paga pulled over into a large layby and let the rat stand up from where he had been kneeling for the best part of the day.

Working his jaw slowly and twitching his tail Ekimus peered out of the cab at the roadside pitstop, there was a cafe and a filling station and... his examination was cut off as Paga tugged on his tail and reeled him in. "Come on rat," he growled, "I need to finish what you started."

"Yes papa," Ekimus whispered, letting his eyes admire his benefactor's brown furred body. He'd shed his clothing whilst the rat was distracted and his large bellied, hoof sporting form was on full display including his by now very familiar dick. Soon enough Ekimus had been stripped of his singlet and was being held down on the bed by the boar as he sated his lust. He was big, strong, powerful and clearly in charge and Ekimus didn't mind! He felt amazing inside his rump, the boar new how to use his prodigious dick and he was soon squeaking and gasping, crying out his name. If every day of this trip ended like this it was going to be brilliant! He didn't mind how much sex or kinky mischief the boar wanted to get up to if it meant he didn't have to walk!

-0-

Travelling with 'Papa' Paga was a whole new experience for Ekimus. After the first night together the boar actually treated Ekimus like a person. The rat was used to truckers and people giving lifts to treat hitchhikers as scum, dross, detritus to be used and enjoyed then dumped by the wayside. Paga however was different, the big boar treated him right and though Ekimus had to 'work' for it he got fed, got a place to sleep and got driven out of the desert with no trouble at all!

Paga was big and gruff and very intimidating, out of the truck his massive, broad shouldered, portly nine foot frame was hard to miss. Inside the cab or the bedroom he was commanding, in charge and he made sure Ekimus new it. His scent was on everything, the rat couldn't even smell himself any more, there was just the boar. But besides being completely in charge and the uniform, the never ending supply of incredibly tight lycra, neoprene and spandex clothing, Paga or Papa as he insisted on being called was a pretty decent boar.

Wearing the chosen outfits out and about the truck stop was a bit embarrassing and a massive turn on at the same time. Paga made it clear when he tried to go get changed before going to dinner the night before that he would wear what he was given or Papa would leave him there at the truck stop. So Ekimus had gone to dinner in tight lycra shorts and a matching vest and with the boar looming by his side no one had said anything about it. The waitress had even been polite and respectful which Ekimus wasn't used to. Most people saw a rat, saw the mohawk and were barely civil, especially if he was out hitching in the wilderness.

Ekimus' second say in the desert started early, with breakfast in the diner and some time spent helping Paga inspect the truck. He had travelled in enough of them over the years to help see when something was wrong. Then it was back on the road by six thirty, before the sun rose and the biting chill of the night was driven away by unbearable heat. Back in the cab and Papa put the truck into gear and pulled away, heading onwards toward the mountains and Ekimus got to lounge in the passenger seat for most of the morning watching the scenery go by.

Papa spent quite a bit of time on the radio talking to other truckers or the depot and occasionally asked Ekimus questions about himself. Throughout the course of the morning he wound up telling him about how he'd left school to work at the local stadium rigging and working backstage for visiting tours.

"So what made you start following the tours instead of staying put and letting them come to you?"

"It was good work, but the managers were shit" Ekimus said with a grin, fingering his nose-ring with a faint far away look in his eyes, "They treated us like animals, slaves almost. Horrible hours, bullying, forcing us to work our butts off to get last minute changes done and then refusing to let us even hang about and see the shows."

Shaking his head the rat glanced at the boar, "So I decided sod it, if i'm going to live a shit life I'll do it on my terms. So I set out to follow the band, using my own money to pay my way or hitchhiking when I can't afford it," waving a paw out at the road he continued as Papa stayed quiet, "I'm known to enough of the guys now that I can pick up temp jobs as a roadie and I get to travel, see places and have fun."

"And you got a good look going," the boar grinned, "The 'hawk is good," he ran a paw through his own bristly black mohawk, "And the nose ring is cute," he tugged his own, thick copper ring and smirked, "Looks decent on your though you really should get some chains too."

Ekimus looked at the boar's elaborate tusk chains and shook his head, "I don't think they'd work on rodent buck teeth Papa. They look good on you, though don't they get in the way when you eat or speak?"

"Nah I'm used to it and hold up..." he cocked one ear toward the radio as it warbled with static and a warm male voice rattled out a whole bunch of what to Ekimus' ears sounded like code.

It turned out to be a call for help and Papa put on an extra burst of speed to catch up with the lorry that had cracked an axle about fifteen miles ahead of them. It was sat by the side of the road facing the other way from their truck but as soon as they pulled over Papa went to town helping. The golden furred chimpanzee trucker with his thick dreadlocks and wiry, muscular frame was really glad to see them.

With Papa's size, strength and tools they had the trailer unhitched and jacked into the air within the hour. Ekimus got put to work, his snug lycra clothing soon drenched with sweat as even working in the shade it was unbearably hot. He was left operating the jack and collecting tools and spare parts as the chimp and boar lay on their backs beneath the elevated trailer working on the damaged axle. Stepping back into the shade during a quiet moment Ekimus rubbed a paw through his mohawk, grimacing a bit at the way the green fur stood up in sweaty, greasy clumps. One downside of being a rat was his fur, it got greasy really quickly when he sweated a lot and out here, doing severe manual labour in the desert he was doing nothing but sweating.

He jumped a bit as a large, golden furred paw landed on his shoulder and turned to find himself looking into a pair of bright blue eyes. It was Grant the other trucker and he grinned softly at the rat, "So you're Papa's new boy?"

Ekimus nodded, letting his eyes rove around the chimp's body. He was fit, his baggy cargo shorts and beige vest hiding his lanky, muscular frame really well. His dreads were long and a bit ratty but otherwise he looked awesome, "Yes sir, I've been travelling with him since yesterday. Hope i've been helpful."

"Oh yeah real helpful," Grant said, a knowing grin on his muzzle, "Papa says go get in the cabin and clean up, we'll be in soon we are nearly done here."

Ekimus blushed and nodded, "Yes sir, see you soon sir," and scampered back toward Papa's truck. He should have known he'd end up in a situation like this and well that's how he wound up on his back under the monkey. He had been methodically striped, admired and teased until he was rock hard and then the monkey had shet his trousers, lifted his legs and slid himself home beneath his rump.

He kept his vest on, sweat dampening the soft material, his scent mingling with Paga's as the big boar just relaxed off to one side and pawed himself off whilst Grant went to town on Ekimus' rear. He wasn't as big as the pig though, long though, really long, driving his slick slender prick deeper than Ekimus had had anything in ages. He also looked really hot, there was something about the guy doing him still wearing his tank top that just got Ekimus' blood pumping! Clenching hard, sweating himself and rocking back and forth against the monkey he groaned in delight when Grant finally went off and flooded his rear with copious amounts of monkey seed!

For a moment they lay together then the other trucker slid out of the way and let Paga claim his prize. He was rock hard, dripping and right on the edge. Practically as soon as he knelt on the bed he went off, one paw directing the flow of his cum to splash and soak the rat's chest. He grinned once he was done, leaning forwards to kiss Ekimus before sauntering out into the cab to get dressed and help Grant get back on the road. Ekimus was left lying there, full, coated, rock hard and lacking permission to cum himself. So he did the only thing open to him, cleaned up as best he could, pulled on a fresh set of tight, slinky clothing and sat in the cabin to await further orders.

-0-

The rolling, trackless sandy planes of the desert had started to give way to rocky outcropping and gently rising hills by late afternoon. As the sun set Ekimus watched the rocky foothills start to show signs of trees. They were scrubby, nearly dead brown twigs for the most part but as the sun sank lower and the truck rumbled higher they grew more numerous. An hour later and they crested a small rise and rolled across a large bridge that carried the motorway across the valley below.

After that they climbed through another few miles of scrubby desert brush before they hit a tunnel. The yellow lights flashed past, the brick walls whizzed along and it seemed to stretch on for ages. It took twenty minutes to traverse the tunnel and when they emerged on the other side the sun was well and truly down, now hidden behind the mountains. In the arcing white lights of the truck the rat could see lush, verdant green woodland spread out on either side of them and the motorway looped and curved its way down the mountain in a series of switchbacks heading down towards lights spread out across the plain.

After about fifteen minutes however Papa pulled off the main road and pulled the truck into stop at a quiet layby illuminated by a pair of lampposts at the entrance and exits. There were no other vehicles parked there and as Ekimus peered outside he could just make out a small brick building set back beneath the trees nearby.

"Where are we Papa?"

"Layby 375i, Tornline Tunnel," the boar shut off the engine and pulled on his square fronted baseball cap, "It has toilet and shower facilities and is one of my favourites, I always stop when I am passing," he opened his door and started to climb out, "Come on rat, follow."

Scrambling out of the truck, his yellow shorts and tight lycra sports t-shirt clinging to his body Ekimus hurried to catch up with the boar who was already striding off toward the building. It was a low, single storey brick affair with a big metal door that looked quite firmly locked. More surprising Papa walked straight past it and started down the slope behind it. There were stairs cut out of the sod, each terrace like tread bordered by an ancient log to give them some definition.

"Where?"

"No questions rat," Papa ordered, swatting Ekimus' stomach with his swishing tail, "You will see soon, it's a great spot."

Ekimus followed, feeling a bit intimidated by the huge boar. He was alone out here in the woods with him and well after all he didn't know him that well. The air was warm, the forest retaining plenty of the day's warmth making it much more inviting then night in the desert. Papa walked forwards, his trotters digging into the dirt as they left the steps and Ekimus moved closer to him, it was so very dark down here but the pig seemed to know where he was going. Leading the way with a large lantern the boar left the trail after a few minutes and crashed off amongst the trees until they reached a modest clearing.

Starlight shone down on them from above and Papa hung the lantern off a tree branch and motioned Ekimus close. The rat moved over to stand next to him and trembled slightly as he was pulled into a large embrace by the big pig. He stank, a mixture of sweat, boar and evidence of their afternoon fun and this close it made Ekimus want to swoon. He was so big, so very clearly in charge and he squeaked in submission, ears folding back.

"Good rat, now then let me show you why this is my favourite place," powerful hands gripped Ekimus' shoulders, lifted him off the ground and hurled him out into the clearing.

Ekimus squealed in shock, braced to hit the ground but instead his feet went straight through the crust of slick green algae covering the surface and he sank up to his knees in the mud. Gasping in shock he turned around to look back at Paga and found the boar smirking at him in the light of the lantern as he waded forwards into the mud pool after him.

"Time to wallow rat," he growled, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he approached him, "Unless you think you can outrun me in a mud pit?"

"I'll give it a good try Papa," Ekimus retorted with a grin, turning away from the boar and lifting one leg, struggling forwards through the muck, "Want you to have fun too after all."

It wasn't easy however moving through the mud, it rapidly got deeper, squelching up Ekimus' legs then his thighs as he waded out into the muck. Struggling onwards, heaving his legs through the thick, warm, gooey mess he was forced to slow right down as he struggled onwards. Papa however was right on his tail in seconds, his trotters scythed through the muck and he was soon up to his waist. It didn't seem to slow him down however though Ekimus laughed at the thought, he was a boar after all he was born to wallow!

Lifting his leg out of the mud Ekimus swung his foot forwards and yelped as it plunged into a really soft spot of clay. The earth was slimy, mucky, oozing and slithering and coated his fur and threw him off balance. With a splat he landed chest and stomach first in the mud, arms splayed out on either side slowly sinking until with a gloop they vanished beneath the surface. Wriggling and struggling to find something to push off against Ekimus was caught by Papa as the big boar straddled his back and sat down. Yelping the rat felt his body sink, compacting the mud beneath him until he stopped a good foot down only his head and shoulders now clear of the surface.

"Gotcha rat," Papa crowed in delight, powerful arms resting on Ekimus' shoulder, "Now let's deal with that mohawk, it's much too bright for my mud pool."

Strong hands gripped Ekimus' head and just held on for a moment. The rat took a deep breath he knew what was coming and then his head was under the surface! The mud stuck to his fur, slick and oozing and one of Paga's strong paws rubbed it into his mohawk, slickening the usually stuff fur down into a long, narrow trail of mud soaked nothing. When he came up for air Ekimus found himself free of the boar's weight and wiped his eyes so he could look around for him.

Papa was about half a foot away rolling his prodigious bulk over and over in the mud. In the light from the lantern Ekimus got to watch brown fur and black bristles vanish, hidden under a creamy, oozing layer of muck. Panting softly Ekimus pressed a paw to his crotch and gripped his cock before starting to pull off his clothing. Though the weight of mud clinging to his shorts and vest practically pulled them off his body all he had to do was shift his limbs to help finish the job. Once he was free he started to wade and pull himself over toward the boar, he had just gotten close when Papa lifted his head and smirked at the rat.

"You look perfect, be right with you," and with those words he plunged his head beneath the surface! What came back up was unrecognizable, there was just a slick, gooey grey mud coated mound of slickness. Oh there were the hints of tusks and a flat boar snout but all the details and identifying features were gone. He was without a doubt a still a boar but there was something else about him now. He was coated in mud, unidentifiable as a person and looking down at himself Ekimus realised the same could be said about him.

He was rat shaped but who he was, what he was beneath the thick layer of clay who could say! Grinning eagerly Ekimus pounced, was grabbed by a pair of strong arms and wound up rolling over and over in the pit paga had carved out for himself. Slipping and sliding their bodies rubbed against each other and then Ekimus was on his front, the boar's weight on his back slowly pushing him down into the mud! His rump was easily filled by incredibly thick boar dick and Ekimus squeaked and squirmed and pushed back as he was ridden deeper beneath the muck!

If the whole trip with Paga was like this he was going to enjoy every damn moment of it, he couldn't want to see what tomorrow brought, or the day after! It was still three more days and nights to the depot and anything could happen in that time.

~end