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“Breakdown Mounting"

“Ugh... I shouldn't have bought this clunker..."

It was a hot afternoon and Mace sat sweltering in the cab of his truck. The bright orange paint job was the least of his worries. He twisted at the knob to the air conditioner, and adjusting the dials only caused a soft shudder in the engine that didn't sound very good. He'd had the truck for less than two months when all this happened. The crocodile was practically sweating through his shorts, but he couldn't get the air conditioner to work. It was just the latest in a line of failures his truck faced. He sighed in frustration, draping an arm out the window as he watched the street light across from him change to green. He pressed his foot to the pedal and suddenly a loud grinding, whining noise filled the intersection. He growled and pressed down a bit harder, causing the truck to lurch forward, he grunted as he slowly made his way out of the intersection. “God damn...." He grumbled to himself as he returned to normal speed, fluttering the front of his dark tank top to try and keep himself cool as he drives. He'd bought this truck for fifteen hundred, a pretty good deal since it was under one hundred thousand miles, but he suspected that for some reason the odometer might have been off-- way off for the price he'd paid. As his boot pressed down on the gas, he felt the truck stutter again and he began to roar out a frustrating note, clutching the steering wheel with all his anger building up within him.

“Calm down Mace..." He said to himself, closing his eyes and letting out a deep breath. “By Aurenaros I will keep myself from blowing up at this... it's just a bad day, they happen." He let out a sigh of frustration and felt his heart finally slow down some, the pressure on his head lessened and he was able to see clearly again. “But I need to get this fixed...or at least evaluated to try and see how much it's going to cost me to fix..." He looked up and hit the brake, almost running a red light as a wave of traffic passed directly in front of him. The whiplash bounced him back against the seat as he stopped. He looked up, rubbing the back of his neck when he noticed an auto repair shop on the corner across from him. “Well...if that isn't fate smilin' down on me I don't know what is." He said as he made the turn and drove into the parking lot.

The shop looked like it was almost in disrepair from how it looked, cracked walls, door frame in need of new staining and a hand-written sign of hours hanging from the window. It made Mace smile. Usually places like this where they didn't have to keep up the imagery of one of those “brand name" stores are usually the best places to get good repairs done for less. He knocked on the door as he entered, his ears picking up the sound of clanging and tools from within the garage, he approached the counter. The open shop door beside it made the echo exceptionally loud as he approached.

“Excuse me?" He asked, but the noise was so intense that it drowned his voice out immediately. He looked into the garage and saw sparks flying from beneath the hood of a van parked on risers in the middle of the space. “Excuse me!" He shouted louder, but again the mechanic didn't seem to notice. He sighed and walked into the shop, approaching the vehicle as he leaned up against the side of the vehicle he cupped a hand against his mouth and belted out a roaring loud “EXCUSE ME!" which nearly sent the mechanic into the engine compartment. Thinking quickly, Mace grabbed the collar and pulled her out before he recognized her. That slender body, that curly striped tail, those big brown ears and those pale green eyes somewhat magnified by the goggles she wore. “Woah! Agna? Is that you?"

“Oh gosh! Mace?" She exclaimed as she lifted her goggles, resting them on top of her head before reaching her arms out and embracing him. “Oh my god! How about that? Small world!"

“I'll say!" Mace said, inhaling her scent along with the overwhelming smell of grease and oil one would expect from a mechanic. “What the heck are you doing here? You do realize that car could have eaten you alive, right?"

“You don't say?" Agna said with a smile, her tail flicking with anticipation behind her. “Well I guess it just goes with the territory."

“I didn't know you worked in a mechanic shop..."

Agna shrugged. “Well it never really came up, my mom owns the place, I typically stop by and put a few hours in to pitch in when I'm not at school."

“So... Jones Greasepit--"

“Jones is my mom's last name." She explained. “Been running this place for almost twenty years now."

“Well I must say it fits." Mace said with a smile.

Agnes' smile widened as she leaned in closer, somehow leveling her eyes with Mace's. “I'll bet everything fits around you." She purred with a low whisper, her teeth peeking out as her smile gave him a good view of each one.

Mace stammered, his face flushed with embarrassment as she leaned into him. He found escape almost impossible now as her hands pressed flat against his chest. “I--er..." He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck as his nerves began to get the better of him. “Th-thanks?"

Agna giggled a bit and leaned away giving the croc a little space. “Sorry, I guess I'm just a little too much for my own good. What is it you came here for?"

“Huh...?" Mace took a few moments before remembering what he'd come for and he shook his head. “Oh--oh right, yes. My truck. It's... just having a ton of problems with the engine, the air conditioner. I think I just bought a lemon and I wanted to see how much it would cost to have it repaired. Would you be able to take a look at it?"

“Sure." Agna said as she looked at the van. “I'm almost done here, It can wait a little longer while I check out yours. Mind bringing it in?"

Mace soon was allowed to bring the truck into the garage. As if fate wanted to throw him another ironic moment, there was a loud backfiring noise. Agna cringed slightly as he got out. “Okay...let me take a look here." She said as she opened the hood and began to investigate. “Well... on a cursory look over, it's not as bad as it seems. A lot of this could be chalked up to poor maintenance and miscare... perfectly reasonable for the average wear and tear. She hummed to herself as she checked along the engine, growing further and further intrigued by what she found. “It's...ah...wow this is unique. You said you bought this truck from someone for fifteen-hundred?"

“Yeah?"

“Well I think you might have been misled. Not only has the odometer been tampered with but I think the engine was replaced...twice. So the engine itself has a lot of wear and tear." She brought a thumb to her lip and pondered aloud before noticing a shiny necklace hanging from Mace's neck that caught her eye. “Oh...wow Mace that is a pretty necklace you have there. Where did you get it...?" She asked reaching for the stone only to have Mace instinctively turn away from her hand.

“It's... ah--a personal effect. I've had it for years." Mace admitted somewhat defensively.

“I remember seeing something like that before... is it special?"

“You could say that."

Agna smiled. “This is one of those necklaces often worn by dragon cults isn't it? I mean...it's so pretty. That has to be it right?"

Mace stared at Agna for a moment before his mouth curved into an expression and smile of surprise. “W-well...yes! Actually, this is the symbol of the dragon god Aurenaros. God of the sun and father to all... I've actually been in his worship for years, I'm impressed you were able to pick up on it."

“Oh I see...so... your god is a dragon and--a 'daddy' huh?" Agna asked, her lips curving into a rather wild smile as she leaned in, blinking her eyelashes heavily and making Mace feel anxious again.

“I... err... it-it could be rather boring I wouldn't want to dull you with the details..."

“But I am interested in this." Agna insisted, placing her hands on his chest and looking into his eyes. “Please, can you tell me more about this father of dragons?"

“Well...he is responsible for creating this world and all who dwell on it. He is quite powerful and extraordinary."

“Really?"

Emboldened by her desire to learn more, Mace takes a deep breath, his chest puffing as her fingers tickled along his muscle. He put a hand behind his head and laughed lightly. “Well yes. I mean, even for a god he is sort of the greatest of them. But we worship him and others much like you would follow the faith of One God." He paused and looked at her. “That..is your faith, Agna isn't it?"

Agna smiled. “I'm impressed you remembered that."

“Heh." Mace shrugged a bit. “Well... yes. It's a bit like that. We worship at temples, great temples dedicated to Aurenaros. We gather around great braziers each Sunday and--"

“Also like us." Agna admitted, her eyes meeting his.

Mace nodded. “Yes. But worship is not restricted to that, much like your god we do pray to ours whenever it suits us. Before bed, before meals. Thanking him for the lives we lead."

“You do? What...sort of things do you pray about?"

Mace chuckled gently. “Me? Well, I thank him. I thank him for each day I am alive, for all days that are good and hope for the days that come to be just as fruitful. He is a builder." He commented, flexing his arms up over his head, revealing his powerful arms to her, making her tear her eyes away from his to look at them. “That's why I pursued a career in construction after my return... Dedicating myself to the craft, to the power of building."

Agna blushed and looked at him again. “I-I'll say... that... that is quite the dedication."

Mace sighed, his ego deflating before her very eyes so quickly that it made her frown with worry. “But...then there are days. Days like today that just... nnnhhh..." He grunts and his fist suddenly hits the wall, surprising both of them as a bit of drywall crumbles and spills to the ground. “Ah jeez I'm-I'm sorry Agna I shouldn't have bothered you with this..." He inhaled sharply through his nose and looked into her eyes. “So...about my truck?"

“Oh. Yeah." Agna said solemnly as she looked at the vehicle. “Well... it'll need some work and more than a few parts, but I might be able to get her purring like a kitten."

“Parts... money, damn. It's money I hadn't planned on spending." He said with a growl.

At that moment, Agna got an idea; her ears perked a bit and she let them fall back as she turned back to Mace, her body resting against his. “Well... Mace, you know the phrase quid pro quo?"

“I'm...not familiar with it." Mace said, suddenly feeling nervous as the raccoon's fingers danced along his chest, slowly sliding down his shirt and over his thick tummy. The sensation made his heart race as he took a step back, feeling his large body lean against the shop's wall behind him and still she pressed against him, a sly but somehow warm smile stretched across her face. “I-Is it something you can eat?"

“No, no... it... it means “this for that"." She replied just above a whisper as her hands continued to trail lower. “It's sort of a trade off--I can offer you a pretty big discount on the parts and labor for your truck. But the only way I can do that is... if you let me take a little bit of the day's stress off of you." Her last words purring from her lips. Her hands resting firmly on his hips.

Mace felt as though his face was about to burst into flames, even with a red dye of skin across his face, it was pretty plain to make out the depths of how hard he was blushing at Agna's advances. He stammered and muttered as he looked down into her eyes; she was serious, and he watched as her tongue slowly moved from one side of her lips to the other. “Ahh--nnhh...why... why are you so interested in me, Agna? I... ever since we met on the beach you've had this... this hunger for me?"

“You've noticed huh?" She asked as her hands continued to tease him along the waist of his pants, he was having a hard time keeping himself from getting hard then and there. Mace swallowed, realizing this was a losing battle as she continued. “Well I've always liked older men."

“B-but... I'm... I'm old enough to be your dad... or...or your grandfather even! Do you even know what you're doing?"

“Mmm no need to sell yourself, I've known what I wanted from the moment I met you." She said. “To me, daddy-type men are the cream of the crop...and I want this too..." Her hands both came toward the center, pressing firmly against the growing bulge in Mace's shorts and making him gasp aloud. He trembled a bit and his teeth bit his lower lip; his heart was racing and she looked at him again, this time with a serious gaze. “So... do we have a deal?" She asked again, her fingers slowly sliding down the shape in his pants.

Mace was almost trembling now as her hands teased him, his body jolting a bit with every touch as his heart was racing so hard that it was pounding in his ears. “Agna... I--" He huffed from his mouth and hesitated looking at her, his apprehension melting away as he smiles softly. “I would love to be with you..." He admitted at last.

Agna's eyes gleamed as she took a step back and she watched as Mace lifted his shirt up over his head, revealing the powerhouse of his body she knew she'd like. “Oh god... you... you're such a hot..." She blushed as she didn't even follow the shirt as he tossed it to the ground and began to nervously unfasten the buckle of his pants. “So big...so powerful..." She admired, as she approached him and brought her hands along his muscular form, squeezing the tight muscle and letting him take in her scent as she did so. Her body was draped in a yellow sleeveless shirt that left little to the imagination, and her hat with her goggles resting on top left her with a quirky look that made Mace smile and feel less nervous around her. As he unfastened his pants, his thick cock bounced into freedom from the confines and immediately she rolled her fingers around his balls, making him moan in response as his flesh twitched and fell squarely between her hidden breasts. “And... such a big cock too... such a perfect daddy bod... I'm so happy..." Her tail was flicking at the ideas swimming through her head as she leaned forward and touched her tongue to the tip, feeling the warmth of his precum leave a salty aftertaste beyond her lips as she inhaled and kissed it, feeling the muscle jerk and twitch in response as she smiled at him. “Come on, let's make this more personal... after all we're not the only ones benefiting from this deal..." She purred and took Mace by the hand, allowing him to step out of his shorts as he followed her back into the garage and to his car. She patted the hood of the car. “Come on, climb up." She said.

Mace swallowed nervously as he took a seat on the hood, it had cooled quite a bit from when he drove it in and his tail flicked in response as she slowly removed her shorts, letting them fall down to her feet as he settled onto the hood. He was surprised she wasn't wearing any underwear and his eyes marveled at her exposed loins. The heat began to swell in his chest as he sat back, still unsure what she was up to and she took a step from a step ladder and joined him on the hood, straddling her legs across his muscular thighs. Agna slowly trailed her fingers along his erection, enjoying how it moved and bounced responsively, eagerly to her touch before she slowly lifted the hem of her shirt up, exposing her beautiful, bouncing breasts. She had been wearing nothing under her clothes and as she leaned into Mace's cock, they dangled around his flesh, the warm fur making him jolt and vibrate in surprise as she then started to run her tongue along the crown of his flesh. “Oh... Agna..." He managed to growl out in the heat of the moment as she glanced at him, not moving her head as she kissed and kneaded her fingers along his own.

“You are such a big boy Mace..." She said; breathless as she leaned over him further, letting his thick flesh slide along the center of her cleavage. She hummed softly, looking up at him with a fire in her eyes. “Look at that? Perfect fit..." She said as she craned her head forward and kissed the crocodile's chest, his massive body rising up and lowering down with every breath, a bead of precum forming and then trickling down between them before she began to ride his flesh with her breasts. She could feel his breath, she could feel every muscle in his cock twinge and she smiled, delighted. “Mmm that's it just let me drive..." She purred before pulling herself back slightly and wrapping her lips around his big head again. This time she slowly descended his flesh, moaning as she tasted his fleshy aftertaste, inhaled his strong musk and watched him react by putting a hand over his face; albeit briefly as he continued to stare at her, a mixture of amazement and awe washed over his red, blue and yellow painted face. He stared at her, his golden eyes transfixed by her greenish orbs as she expertly took in over half of his girth, swallowing him down to the end of her throat, and then swallowing deeper letting him slip even further down.

“Ahhh...hahhh!" Mace moaned loudly and tossed his head back, his hands gripping hard against the hood of his car just to keep from losing control as she pleasured him relentlessly. His eyes rolled back, his tongue lolled and he was breathing hard and heavy by the time she finally pulled herself up for a breath.

“You taste amazing, Mace... you must have so many girls falling for you. Wanting you as badly as I do right now..."

“Ah..." Mace blushed hard, looking sheepish as he looked at her. “Y-yeah... I guess... I--ahh guess I do?"

Agna smiled, somehow demure and vivacious at the same time as she sat up and cupped the croc's jaw, angling his head to look at her. “Well then, I guess I'll have to show them how it's done..." She said with a determined gleam in her eye. “Are you ready for the main event?"

Agna then moved to reposition herself, standing from Mace's legs and stepping over his massive shaft, settling on the other side as she seated herself again. This time her pussy was pressed against his stomach, and as she leaned back, she squeezed his cock between the cleft of her ass and clenched softly, making him growl with want--with desire. Her eyes lit up as her fingers slowly dragged down his chest and noticed how fiercely he was blushing. He wasn't able to maintain eye contact with her and as she leaned in and kissed his lips, he eagerly surged forward to kiss her back, his pulse racing and his body hard as a rock. “Hey Mace?" She asked with a bit of a taunt to her voice.

“Y--yes, Agna?" He answered, his voice shaky as he did so.

“Are... are you a virgin?"

At this moment, Mace's eyes grew wide, his body froze somewhat, his blush somehow increasing in intensity so she could feel the warmth on his face. “I--uh... you wouldn't think less of me would you?"

“Of course not." She replied, her body already full of tension ready to spring.

Mace met her eyes, a sincere gaze from him made her heart start to race now. “Yes..I am..." He expected as soon as he said this that she would scoff at him, laugh, tease him for being as old as he was but not having been with anyone... so much for her “daddy" type... he wanted to move now, to get away from her but as soon as he moved to get up, she put her hands hard on his chest and kissed him. He inhaled sharply and kissed her back, her tail felt like it was coiling around his cock now as the awkwardness he felt faded.

Agna gave a giddy squeal of glee as she released his lips. “That's wonderful!" She exclaimed to his surprise.

“W-wonderful? How...?"

She smiled and placed her forehead against his, looking into his eyes as she whispered. “Because out of all the women falling over themselves to be with you...I get to be your first."

Agna gives her lover a gentle kiss before leaning back, raising her hips slightly to reach the top of Mace's erection. Looking back to line herself up, she began to swing her hips slightly, moaning as his tip teased her aroused clit. Mace's hands were still practically at his sides as he watched her hypnotically and as she began to apply pressure to it, her lips began to part and she slowly pressed herself upon his shaft, giving a high gasp and a soft moan as Mace's flesh pressed inward. Mace closed his eyes and rolled his head back, feeling her flesh tight around his girth. Her warmth made his hips jerk slightly and he leaned back, using one of his hands and resting it on her warm, welcoming hips.

Agna leaned back more and her tits fell against her chest, bobbing as she sat upright on him more. Her body giving into gravity as she let his cock penetrate her deeper. “Oh... my... god..." She moaned between her breaths before leaning forward and resting her hands on his stomach, her legs bending as every inch moved into her. Mace pressed his body back against his windshield, his mouth hanging open in sheer awe and ecstasy, forcing him to close it occasionally to keep it from drying out as Agna took control. Her body was slim, so much smaller than his and yet she was able to take his crocodile girth into her. She breathed deep and again leaned back, her hair falling over her face as she began to use her legs to thoroughly ride him. Each time she would lift up, her backside would clench around him, making him hump upward to keep the friction, he began to growl and moan and as she began to increase the pace he began to grunt and huff, his breathing matching his heart racing. Soon, he began speaking and growling in a strange language that was completely foreign to her. She smiled, and somehow the words she was hearing only made her want him more. She thrust down and doubled her efforts as Mace's words and his breathing both became rapid and almost inaudible.

After several minutes, both of them were thrusting and panting their bodies colliding again and again as Agna felt the waves of her orgasm climbing to an intense and sudden climax. “Oh M-Mace I'm c-cumming! Ahhh!" She climaxed hard, her body tightening around Mace's wanting, thick cock. Mace again spoke in this strange language, his eyes rolled back and as he let out an intense gasp he called out. “Oh...A-Agna! Ahhh!"

The explosion within Agna was intense; a thick, hearty wave of heat and then pulse after pulse of seed began to fill her body. She threw her head back, a second climax teetering and then crashing over her again as she threw herself into his embrace, kissing his thick jaw, crying out as she felt her body flood and then pools of cum draining from her body as his entire body went into a seizure of pleasure and intense roaring.

After several minutes, Agna, now exhausted from her exertions slowly lifted herself from Mace's pike, which fell from her as it slapped wetly against his thigh as she lay against him, both of them drinking in the afterglow of their time together. Her fingers splayed and dragged down his muscular frame. “So..." She said after a moment. “Did...I give you something to thank Aurenaros for?" She asked innocently.

Mace looked at her, both perplexed and amused. He chuckled. “Mmm yes... yes you did." He purred, hugging her close to him.

“What was that you were saying while we were... you know?"

“The language was Dradathlan..." He explained. “The language of the gods. I was giving thanks to Aurenaros for the time we were spending together. For...for you making my day so much better than the shit storm it started out to be."

“Oh? How do you say “shit storm" in Dradathian?" She asked, both curious and teasing.

“I was paraphrasing."

Agna giggled and nudged against him. “Well, you should be thankful...after all, he gave you the day that gave you a girlfriend. Right?" She smiled coyly, just as the shop's phone started to ring. “Oh what is it now?" She asked herself as she rolled herself away from Mace and dropped to the ground to pick up the phone. “Jones Greasepit..." She answered out of breath, her face quickly blanched as she listened to the caller on the other end. “Oh hey. No, no not much. Everything's fine." She said and paused again. “What? Oh--no I'm not worried. No. No that didn't happen again... no. Okay fine... five minutes." She said as she hung up the phone and rushed back over. “Mace! Mace get your cute ass up and off the car! That was my mom, she's on her way, she'll be here in less than five minutes! Quick! Where are your pants? Fuck! Where are my pants?!"

Both of them suddenly rushed into overdrive to try and get themselves together. Mace eagerly got his clothes back on as Agna began to clean up the rather lewd mess they'd left on his hood and on the ground underneath. Rushing together they managed to get things in good working order before they heard the bell ring at the door.

“Aggie! I'm here baby. Where you at?"

“Quick! I can't have her catch you in here!" She whispered in a hushed tone as she pushed Mace toward the fire exit at the other side of the garage. “She'll kill me!"

“Shouldn't I introduce mys--"

“Oh god no! Later! She knows my history with scaly types she'll suspect something just... go go go... I'll meet you tonight."

Despite Agna's rushing, Mace still managed to bring his fingers to her chin and lift her lips to meet his in a long, sustained and passionate kiss. As their lips parted, the sound of Mrs. Jones' footsteps and with all the force of an ox, she practically threw Mace through the door, which closed behind him.

In the cool night air, Mace lay staring at the stars overhead for a few minutes. His heart was still pounding as he breathed rapidly and let his breath catch up to him as he heard talking from the other side of the door. Maybe not today, but soon he'd meet Agna's mother. In a goofy, sweet sigh, Mace placed a hand against his cheek and whispered four words:

“I have a girlfriend?"

THE END?