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A Taste of the Cookie

For VeronicaFoxx

By Draconicon

"What do you mean, he said no?" Greta asked, the white wolf blinking. "I thought you -"

"Apparently, he's the only 100% straight trucker on this entire stretch of highway," Gus said. The lion shook his head as he hopped back into the driver's seat of their van. "And he's not doing anything for anything less than 100% pussy."

"...And?"

"And I don't have one of those, do I? Last I checked, I kind of have the opposite equipment."

Greta rolled her eyes, but it wasn't the first time that Gus had gotten into a bit of a drama snit over being turned down. The lion wasn't exactly a whore, but her partner wasn't at all ashamed of using his body to get what he wanted from someone.

Truth be told, neither was she, but she didn't put it out there as often. Well, aside from her choice of attire. The fishnet stockings, the short skirt, a top that was more just a rotating collection of pasties...

Okay, maybe she was a bit of a whore, but usually for the eyes.

"I meant, did you tell him about me?" she asked.

Gus pulled his head back up from the steering wheel, the head-bonk-beep cycle finally interrupted. He leaned his arm over the top of the wheel, giving her the least-interested stare that she'd gotten from a male in a very long time.

"I'm sorry. Was that you volunteering to get fucked for gas?"

"Well, someone's gotta, if we're going to get anywhere tonight."

"..."

"Oh, how sweet. You're being chivalrous for me."

"Oh, hardly. I'm just trying to picture you actually wanting to whore yourself out. The way that you show off, you'd think it, but come on, hon. You're not exactly letting people take the chain, are you?"

"Well, there's gotta be a first time."

"Hey, wait."

She paused, her hand on the car door. Gus reached around her, rooting through the glove compartment for a moment before pulling out a little foil square.

"Just in case."

"He tiny?"

"About my size, I think."

"So -"

"Don't start, or I'll remind you how good it is."

"You mean let me remind you how good I am."

They smiled, laughed, and he pushed the condom into her hand. She winked her appreciation, then stepped out of the van.

A passing car slowed as she walked across the gas station parking lot, and no surprise. A white wolf making her way alone in the dark was sight enough. Someone that barely had their ass covered, whose tits were hanging out, who had a chain hanging out from under their skirt swinging back and forth like some metallic dick, was going to catch that much more attention.

Her toes poked through the ends of the ragged fishnets, making the gravel that much more obnoxious on her way over to the truck on the other side of the lot. The trucker was probably watching her in the mirror, wondering if this was his lucky day.

She hoped it was. This was her first time actually taking it further than just giving someone a blowjob for a favor. At least, for someone this far from home.

Hey, you've done this before. You got that snake piercer off, and you've done all kinds of 'favors' for other stuff, she thought.

But that was back in her hometown, where she had a rich pair of parents and a name that would bring the wrath of God down on anyone that took it too far. Now, she was out on the road without anyone that knew her name other than Gus, and that meant that she didn't have any real back-up if anything went nasty. She would have to be really careful to keep this from getting out of hand.

Greta walked right up to the driver's side door of the truck cabin and rapped her fist against the metal. The window came down, and a giraffe poked his head out. He looked straight down at her breasts, his eyes all but bulging from his sockets, and she swore she could make out the sound of denim straining.

"Holy shit..."

"You got some money?" Greta asked.

"You - holy shit, you selling?"

"Yep."

"How much for some pussy?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"Whether you're using a condom."

"Well, uh, I would, but you see, I don't have one -"

"I do."

"..."

"And I'm not giving you a price without one, because, let's be honest, you couldn't afford that kind of child support."

And she wasn't having a kid. Not now, not anytime soon, and good fuck she was hoping that none of the nerves she felt right then were showing on her face. She was managing, but only barely.

Holding the condom between her fingers, she twiddled it back and forth. She could feel that it was still good, even if it was a little on the aged side. Gus didn't fuck her pussy, and she didn't let most people do that, but if this guy wanted it, he was going to use it. Hybrids were a thing, even if they were rare, and she wasn't risking it.

"...How much?" the trucker asked.

"$500."

"Fucking what?!" He leaned out, his eyes bugging out of their sockets as he extended all of his rather impressive neck. "I could get some lion ass for a tank of gas."

"That's the thing. Lion. Not lioness." She smirked, crossing her arms under her barely-covered nipples, her breasts bouncing. His eyes followed them. Good. He wasn't looking at her face, or any of the nervous little twitches that might cross it. "So, I've got a command of the pussy market. And pussy's expensive right now. So. Either gimme a better offer, or fork it over."

"$500 for pussy with a condom...you're insane."

"And I guess you're going without, then."

She turned. It was the hardest thing that she'd done in a while. Not harder than leaving home, but a hell of a lot harder than deciding she needed to. Greta took three steps, feeling the stones crunching under her feet and stabbing at her pads with each one. Then -

"$300!"

She stopped, letting a smirk cross her muzzle. Instead of turning around right away, she gripped the chain beneath her skirt, lifting it and giving it a swirl. She slowly spun on her heel, watching the giraffe's eyes follow the chain.

"$400," she countered.

"$350. Ain't gonna go any higher than that. Not for no condom."

"Deal."

"Come around the rear; I'll open the back."

It didn't take long to get situated on the mattress that the trucker kept back there. Much like most of the other guys that she'd slept with, it was a mess, stained and slimy, and she wasn't at all surprised to find that it was still musky as fuck.

At least the trucker himself wasn't that bad. He had a small belly, but nothing like some of the stereotypes that she'd seen. He pulled off his shirt and it didn't bounce, so that was a plus in her estimation. He pulled his pants down, revealing an already-hard seven-incher, and she put Gus down as being generous; this guy was smaller than him, if a bit thicker.

As he laid down, she knew that he planned for her to do all the work. She was fine with that, gave her more control. She crawled over to him, playing up the 'doggy' part of things, and handed him her chain. He cocked his head to the side.

"So, what's this? Some toy?"

"Heh, kind of. Think of it as a leash."

"Where's it go? A plug?"

"Guess again."

"...No."

"Yep."

She flipped her skirt up. Pantiless as usual, the chain ran right up between her legs, stopping at her clit. The giraffe's eyes went wide, and then wider still as he saw what else was down there.

"No take-backs," Greta said, straddling him and keeping him pinned between her legs. She'd had a few guys take one look at the feral pussy that she had between her legs and nope right out of the situation. With the one condom they had already open, she wasn't going to let this guy run off without using it. She slid the rubber down the giraffe's cock, then pulled it back, grinding her puffy, black cookie against him. "Now...you good with me riding you, or are you going to need to take it?"

"You...I..."

"What, not used to a woman taking charge?"

"Fuck..."

"...Heh, or are you a freak that likes a cookie?"

"..."

He blushed, and she knew that she had him right in the palm of her hand. Who knew that finding guys into something like this would feel so good?

"Well, tell you what...you last long enough, I'll give you the chance to try something else. Cum too soon, though..."

Well, she had Gus to help her out. And fuck him for just trying to get a tank of gas for sex. It was one thing to enjoy it, another thing to have no sense of self-worth. $20 for ass, indeed. She shook her head as she pulled the giraffe's cock back and started riding it. She might be charging him out the ass, but she'd make sure that he got his money's worth.

The End

Summary: Greta and Gus are out of gas on a road trip, pre-guitars. They meet a trucker only accepting pussy, and Greta bites the bullet to offer some.

Tags: F/solo, M/F, Prostitution, Greta, White Wolf, Fishnets, Pasties, Exhibitionism, Trucker, Gas Station, Teasing, Condom, Piercing,