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“Two for the Road"

“Another coffee?"

The waitress' voice struck Mason with a shock, having not expected it. He turned his blue eyes to the nametag of 'Wanda' and then his eyes scanned to her face, calm, but indifferent as she held up a pot of black liquid. As he turned the cup toward her, she blew a small bubble with the gum in her mouth as she topped it off expertly, glancing at the paper in his hand. The word 'Divorce' quite prominent at the top of the sheet. “Thanks." Mason said gruffly, pulling the cup back toward himself.

“Tough luck?" She asked, prompting Mason to look at the sheet, who folded it over to hide the document.

“Yeah."

Wanda leaned closer and whispered. “Maybe she just wasn't the one."

Mason's silence paused her interrogation and she took a step away, walking back behind the counter and disappearing through the door into the back as he took a sip of his coffee, letting the bitterness sink in.

As he sat back, a man in his peripheral vision caught his eye and startled him. He hadn't noticed him before but he was also seated at the counter, sipping from a large mug of coffee. “Man that's gotta be some really bad luck." He said as he looked at Mason, his kind eyes and round body catching his attention. There was something really off about the man and the bearded trucker couldn't put a finger on it. “How long were you guys together, if you don't mind me asking?"

“I do mind." Mason snapped angrily as he picked up his coffee and took a sip. He sighed as the liquid seemed to soothe his mind and he sighed, staring down at his own reflection in the coffee's bubbling surface. “Fifteen years... can you believe it? And she pulls this shit on me out of nowhere." He paused and let a breath through his nostrils. “Well...maybe not nowhere... I mean I'm a professional driver, I'm out forty-two, forty-three weeks of the year. But it was for the welfare of my family, you know? She had no right to do this." He watched as the man nodded and looked at him, he suddenly felt flustered. “I-I don't even know why I'm telling you this. I guess I'm just so...mad."

The man smiled and extended a free hand. “I'm Demarcus." He introduced himself kindly.

“Mason." The man said as he grabbed Demarcus' hand and as their skin made contact a strange shudder crawled up his arm and a warmth spread through his body. He shook it off, feeling a little dizzy for a moment as Demarcus went back to his drink.

Mason's cell phone suddenly rang, making him jump slightly as he snatched it off his belt to look at it: it was his boss, he groaned and rubbed the ridge between his eyebrows before getting up and making his way out into the drizzly late night. “Chambers." He said as he picked up the phone.

“Ah! Mason! Glad I reached you." The man's grizzly voice answered from the other side. “Listen, I know I'm running you a little ragged with this, but you're the only man I can count on. Your drop off is in Des Moines right?"

“Yessir. I should be there in a few hours."

“Great! They actually have a pickup there they are wanting rushed to Dallas and I figured you were the man for the job."

Mason grunted. “Wait. You're wanting to tag another stop on me? This should be the last stop before my two week break! What are you doing to me boss?"

“Now, now. Calm down. It's not like I'm asking this for free, it's an extra six thousand dollars to your paycheck. I thought you would've appreciated it a little more."

“Boss my kids birthdays are tomorrow, I promised them--"

“So just buy them the latest Wiistation or Nintendo Genesis or whatever kids are playing these days, I just really need you to buckle down for this one. I'll even throw in an extra week to your vacation. Help me out of this bind will you? I'm counting on--oh got another call on the line. Thanks again Chambers--" And with that the line disconnected.

Mason growled and applied enough force to his phone to cause the screen to crack. He looked at it disdainfully as he watched the screen go dark. “Fuck. Now I need to get that replaced..." He rubbed his eyes in frustration. “How am I going to let them know?" He looked across the way and saw an older dilapidated phone booth across the parking lot and walked over to it, searching his pockets for the change. He was surprised as he dialed in his house's phone number, he didn't think he'd be able to remember without his phone. As he waited for the line to pick up, a strange reflection in the half-booth startled him, a pair of glowing green eyes that appeared to be looking at him. He turned quickly, but suddenly nothing was there.

“Hello?"

“Hey! Max? It's dad."

Max yawned from the other side of the line, as if bored with the conversation already. “Oh. Hey dad."

“Hey is Mike there with you? I've got to talk to you guys."

There was a click as another line picked up. “Dad? Hey." He said, sounding just as unenthusiastic as his brother.

“Hey. I just needed to check in...look, I know its your guys birthday tomorrow, but it doesn't look like I'm gonna make it. My boss forced an extra seven-hundred mile drive out of me. But once I'm off, I'll be able to come hang out with you guys for three whole weeks!"

“Oh. Yeah... yeah, that's cool." Max said.

Mike sighed. “Right. Yeah whatever dad. Do what you gotta do."

Mason's mouth hung open for a minute as he recovered. He would have expected this sort of indifference from Alice, but not from his sons. “Err-I just... I wanted to let you guys know. I'll totally make up for it though.

“We know, dad. It's..."

“Whatever!"

“Yeah, whatever. Do what you gotta do."

Mason rubbed his eyes again. “Alright... Alright, so this weekend. This weekend I'll come by and we'll do something, just the three of us."

“Sure."

“Yeah."

Both Max and Mike sounded absolutely unenthusiastic and it made Mason's hand shake in frustration. The divorce wasn't even finalized yet and he already felt like she was turning them against him. And there was nothing he could do to make it up to them. He was locked and bound by his boss to do his delivery then make another seven hundred mile trip to finish another one... he was such a letdown to them that he could feel it radiating off of him. “Okay." He said through his gritted teeth. “And...you know I love you guys right?"

“Yeah, dad it's just--"

Max's voice was cut off by another one somewhere in the background. “Max. Come on you need to get the garbage out before I--who is that you're taking to?"

“Oh. It's dad." Max replied nonchalantly.

“Oh really?" She responded with a shriller-than-normal tone to her voice before snatching the phone into her hands. “Mason? What is it you're doing?"

“I'm talking to our kids." Mason said, seething in frustration. “And what the hell do you have against that?"

“Well you're not here. Are you?"

Her response was so sharp, so pointed that Mason could feel it in his gut. “I'll be visiting the boys this weekend. Just a last haul tonight, so don't get comfortable. I've already told them I'll be there."

“Fine."

Mason felt his face flush with heat, angry at the situation. “Fine!" He shouted louder.

There wasn't an obvious shift in Alice's voice as she breathed deeply and calmly into the phone. “Fine..." He responded teetering over into a rage as he slammed the phone down.

He was still sweating as he made his way back to the diner. This time there were two guys by the counter, similarly shaped but Demarcus had a taller feature and seemed less chubby than the man sitting next to him. Both looked at Mason as he entered in a huff and he returned to his seat. He sipped his coffee and gagged, it was ice cold already. “Hey! Could I get a fresh one?" He shouted.

“Tough night?" The stranger asked, earning a look of confusion from Mason.

Demarcus smiled. “Oh sorry, this is my... friend Julian. Jule, you think you could refill his cup?"

Julian smiled and nodded. “Sure." He said as he got up and without hesitation he walked through the door to the kitchen and grabbed a pot of coffee.

He placed a hand on Mason's shoulder “So what's going on?"

Mason's face was hot as he looked at Demarcus. Something was creeping up his spine, an ill feeling that he couldn't explain. A warmth radiated from his chest out to the tips of his fingers and toes. He shook the hand off his shoulder and watched as the coffee was poured into his cup. He took it and drank. But this time there was a strange, flowery scent and he coughed in surprise.

“Are you alright?"

“Y-yeah..." He said. “I'll be okay."

Suddenly, Wanda burst out of the kitchen in frustration. “Hey! What are you doing back here?" She shouted at Julian, who quickly moved back and out of the counter area.

“Sorry! Sorry! I was just giving the man some coffee!"

She sneered at him. “That's my job. I can't take a smoke break...I swear."

“No it-it's alright." Mason said, rubbing the side of his head. “I really should be going. Thanks." He went into his wallet and put a twenty down. “Keep the change." He said as he got up and made his way toward the door.

Something was off about Mason all of a sudden, his arms were bugging him. A strange itch had him scratching at the skin as he headed toward his truck. The morning was getting lighter as the cool air washed over him. His rig was a teal green color cab with a nice large load connected to the trailer. He jingled his keys and stepped up to the cab as he heard voices coming from behind.

“Hey! Hey wait! Mason!"

He looked to see Demarcus jogging up to meet him, his gait was impressive, he didn't expect someone that looked as stout as him to easily make so much ground over a short time. He didn't seem exhausted, but he still panted for air as he came to a stop. “Demarcus? What can I do for you sir?"

“Sorry about Julian. He's sometimes a little too eager to make friends. But I did have a favor I wanted to ask if you don't mind."

As Mason opened the cab door he pondered curiously and looked at him. “What's that?"

“Well. We're kind of stranded here, and I was hoping you might be able to drive us south. We're actually headed to Kansas and...well I mean if you're on your way..." He paused as he noticed Mason's hesitant expression. “We-we'd gladly pay you of course."

Julian approached and pressed a smile to his lips. “Yeah! It would be a huge favor if you're headed that direction."

“Matter of fact I am, I've got a job due in Dallas after I drop this load off. But I'm not sure if my boss would let me..." He pondered at the rude, snide sound of his boss' voice. “You know what? Come on. I could use someone to keep me awake. I've got to make a stop in Des Moines, then I'll be headed south. It'll only be a couple hours out of the way if that's alright with you boys."

“Sounds good." Demarcus said as he climbed into the cab, scooting over toward the middle so Julian could squeeze in. “We've been hitchhiking for days. A few hours is so little to ask for.

“Thanks so much for this." Julian replied with a smile.

“Sure." Mason said as he put his belt on, and waited for the other two to follow suit. “Now that I'm charged up we'll get there in no time."

The traffic was light on the road for the hour of the morning, but with the sun beginning to create a glow in the sky as it began to creep into the morning, Mason knew that it was only a matter of time before traffic would start slowing them down. The trio sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity before the silence urged him to turn on the radio.

“Damn. No signal." He said with a heavy sigh.

“You don't have satellite radio?"

Mason looked at Julian, who stared at him curiously. A strange feeling made his skin vibrate as he looked into the man's almost-glowing blue eyes. A penetrating stare that made him look at the other man's portly frame and made him bite his lip. What was happening? Why did looking at him make his fingertips quiver even. He turned his eyes back to the road. “No, company feels like it distracts its drivers." He admitted. “It's just their business."

Another hour passed between their conversations. A short stretch of the road brought the radio to life, but the music was a bit dull for Mason's tastes and he cut the sound off after several minutes of listening to it. He breathed through his nostrils, filling the cab with his deep breathing and he watched as Julian and Demarcus dozed off, each laying their head on the other. He couldn't help but stare at them; were they family? Friends? Lovers? He had no clue. But he did know something strange was happening with them around. He reached down and scratched his arm, noticing that strangely there was more hair on it than before. The line of hair more like an animal's pelt as he scratched at it. He wasn't sure what was causing this issue. But he just had to make sure to keep himself awake for the remaining trip.

They passed a sign for Des Moines that was less than fifty miles to go. As the sign passed an itch formed on Mason's chest and he reached down to scratch it. He looked down and saw that a virtual forest of hair had sprouted on his chest. Much thicker than before, to the point where the hair was now sticking through the shirt. He reached down to scratch it and suddenly, the cab was filled with a strange, bright light that blinded him and prompted him to put a foot on the brake pedal. As the truck came to a stop he was surprised to see that now they were in a strange, vast forest. When he looked toward the passenger seat,he was stunned to see that both Demarcus or Julian were both missing. He reached down to turn the key on his ignition again and realized that instead of hands, he was reaching down with a claw. He jumped and when he placed his hands to his face, he realized that they were again simply normal hands. “What is...happening to me?" He asked himself.

“Mason..."

A strange, disembodied voice whispered into his ear, and he abruptly jerked to his left only to look out his window and into the forest. The door to his cab opened without him reaching for it and as he sat up he couldn't resist following it and stepping out of the truck. “Who's out there!?" He shouted, hearing his voice echo off in the distance as it turned into a growl and vanished to the otherwise ethereal surroundings.

Mason started to walk, the air blowing around him, causing his beard to flutter against his shirt and it only grew stronger the more steps he took. He turned around and saw that his truck was gone, but continued to move dreamily, as though not realizing what he was seeing. Something was wrong...something was different and he knew it. He put his hands to his face and could feel the bones and the cartilage under his skin moving, shaping themselves into something completely new. “Hello?!" He shouted again, his throat tight now, making him sound a lot deeper than than even the depths he normally had.

Feeling a cold prickling touch at the back of his neck, he heard the whisper again. “Come..." The voice echoed into nothing as he grabbed the back of his neck and spun around, seeing nothing.

“What's happ--nnhhh!" He grunted as a sudden pain shot through him, and he bent over, one arm clutching his stomach as his other hand caught his fall. “What is this?" He cried out as the pain washed into an overwhelming pleasure, and even more into some powerful primal need. “GAHHH!" He screamed aloud, his voice echoing as he began to tear at his shirt.

Mason tore his shirt right down the middle, his body tearing from the fabric as his body began to grow and shift. A heat began to pour over him, his pants now felt like he was sitting in lava and in a panic of rolling on the ground he stripped out of them as well, his thick cock flopping out as he kicks them away, leaving him naked. “Fire! I-I'm on fire! Ahhh!" He scrambled to all fours and got back to his feet realizing he was now surrounded by thick foliage and vibrant, purple flowers. He began to run now, his flesh growing rigid as a need began to overwhelm him; a powerful need, one he couldn't explain. One he hadn't even felt with Alice in over ten years now.

Mason could smell something--someone nearby and as he came to an abrupt sound, he paused and saw a fat-bare assed satyr closeby. His round butt lit against the glow of the setting sun. At first he was unaware, but the closer Mason stalked to him, the more playful the creature seemed. His furry legs a deep chestnut brown, his dark skin and eyes blinking at him... it looked... it looked like Demarcus. Mason's heart raced as he got closer, a small trickle of drool caught at his lips he licked it away and with a swift run he jumped up behind the male and grabbed him around the waist, bringing both of them to the ground. He felt the satyr's butt press against him and Mason's cock made contact, driving deep into him, flooding his body with an overwhelming jolt of pleasure.

***

“Mason! Watch out!"

Demarcus' voice snapped Mason out of this strangely vivid daydream just in time to catch the glimmer of sunlight off an oncoming truck and in a practiced control, he swerved, narrowly avoiding both the truck and a nasty spill off the other side of the road. The tires squealed and all three cried out as the truck lifted to one side, then fell back to all four wheels with a powerful jolt. The truck came to a stop and Mason clapped both is hands over his face, still trembling and covered with sweat “Ho-holy shit! I'm so sorry guys! Are you okay? Are you guys all right?"

“Holy hell that was close." Julian panted as he adjusted himself. “What was that?"

“I-I don't know..." Mason said. “I must just be getting tired." He rubbed his eyes and breathed out slowly. “Fuck..." He looked up and saw that they were coming up to the road he needed to turn on. “And just like that, we're just about there..." He looked at them. “You guys can take off after I stop, if you want. I shouldn't have put you in that kind of danger.

The pair looked at each other and shrugged. “You know? I'm good." Demarcus said with a cheery tone to his voice.

“Yeah we're really needing to get south so I think we'll be alright. But just let us know if you need to you know...take over or something like that..."

The pair's positive vibes made Mason smile and soon they were at the depot to drop off the current load and pick the other one up. They left the truck for a few minutes to use the bathroom and to freshen up, but in under an hour the truck was packed up and ready to go again. Mason washed his face and headed back out to the truck, refreshed and awake for the seven hundred mile trip; but as he climbed up into the truck, something felt a little strange and he realized suddenly that his feet weren't as close to the pedals as they normally were. Confused, he simply assumed that someone had climbed in to move the rig and pack the payload for the next trip and he moved it forward. Julian and Demarcus climbed into the cab as well, and they were off again. Confusion plain on Mason's face as they pulled onto the main interstate. He looked up in the rearview mirror and for just a moment he could have sworn he saw a flicker of light behind his eyes.

“You good Mason?"

Demarcus' voice made the man jump and he looked at the pair of them. “Yeah. I'm fine. Just...feeling a little off. That's all." He said with a light chuckle. “It's nothing I..." His voice trailed off as he felt the man's hand rest on his thigh. “Hey... hey what are you doing?"

“What do you mean?"

Mason could feel Demarcus' hand squeeze his thigh a bit, the rush of it momentarily sending a wave of heat over his body. Mason didn't pull away, he didn't push Demarcus away, the touch only made his heart race faster. “I'm... I'm straight, why do you have your hand on me?"

“I understand." Demarcus answered subtly, still not moving his hand. “If you're so offended by this maybe you should--" His voice suddenly dropped to the basement as it rang in Mason's ears. “Move it." He said in a teasing manner, as if knowing exactly what he was doing.

Mason tried to reach over and take his hand away, but he couldn't move his arms from the steering wheel, and with hunger in his eyes, Demarcus instead made the first move; he climbed into Mason's lap, the warmth of his body against the man's body and somehow he seemed to be much larger than before. Mason's face went red as he was suddenly staring into Demarcus' eyes. “Wh-what are you..." He huffed as he felt Demarcus' tongue along his face, his hands deftly unfastening his belt and freeing him from his pants. “What... what am I doing?" He moaned as he felt their flesh pressing together.

“Well, if you want to stop us, now's your chance." He said soothingly.

“Us?"

As he said this, he felt a pair of hands grab at his pants as Julian began to drag them down. His face sliding in between their bodies and taking in the scent of his sex. As he felt the tongue slip up his flesh Mason's hands grabbed tight at the wheel as he looked over Demarcus' shoulder. Part of his mind was questioning if this was really happening while he feverishly searched for some place--any place to pull over. As his eyes shifted across their reflection he saw it again, a strange glow in his eyes followed by a shocking chill of pleasure that rushed through his spine. It was a growing want; no, a growing need rising in the back of his mind. He'd never even considered guys before, but as he stared into their piercing dark and blue eyes he felt a strange pull to him. As he looked over, he saw that Julian was already halfway out of his pants and noticed something strange about his legs: They were hairy, no... they were furry in texture, a pair of goats legs complete with cloven feet and as he noticed this, he felt a similar pelt riding against his hips. He clenched his jaw as he looked at Julian's ass and an insatiable...needful hunger began to wash over him. He found himself wondering what it would be like to just stick his face between those cheeks, to eat a real life satyr out. His urges got stronger and stronger and as he finally spotted a turn off for a rest area, he took the exit which took them to a small opening in the woods where an all-but-abandoned rest stop was. As he pulled to a crooked stop in a parking spot he reached for the door with a trembling hand.

“N-need-- need some air..." He panted as he cracked open the door and slid out nearly falling to the ground below.

As he made his way hurriedly toward the bathrooms, Demarcus and Julian looked at each other wickedly. “Oh he's fun." Julian teased as he approached Demarcus. “Think he'll give in?"

“Oh I guarantee it." Demarcus replied. “His little paws are already anticipating it."

Mason breathed heavily as he rushed into the bathroom, trying to control himself. He realized he was still half hanging out of his pants and he went to pull them up again. It was then he noticed that his belly felt somewhat distended and tight against the button. He looked down and then realized that he seemed a bit fatter than before. Putting his hands up he didn't notice anything immediately before realizing that his fingertips now seemed to have dark sharp nails coming from the top part of them. “What?" He asked himself as he took a step back and then staggered, falling to the ground.

It was like the dream he'd had earlier, but this...this was real wasn't it? He watched as his left hand began to change and get larger, then his right hand and then a sudden explosion of dark gray hair covered his hands. Thinking quickly he reached up to his face and could feel it moving under his fingers, his features shaping into something different, something else. He heard the door to the bathroom click to open and quickly he tried to move, only to be surprised as a tail suddenly shot from his back. He grunted as it flourished out, striped gray and black with a wide swish. He turned to see that it was Demarcus in the door.

He was naked, and the sight of Mason's transformation must have delighted him as he was instantly half-mast. His legs were furred like the legs of a goat, heavy balls and a thick cock. His upper body was plump, but his arms were well defined as they flexed under that pelt of hair as he stared hungrily at the man who was suddenly becoming something else entirely.

“Now there's a surprise. I never know exactly what our friends are going to turn into but--hey!" He exclaimed as in a flash Mason rushed past him and out of the bathroom, not stopping until he reached the parking lot. Breathing heavily as he came to a halt and realized that somehow...some way he was in the middle of the forest again.

Mason looked around in confusion as now he wasn't even sure where he was...or if this was even real; but a scent caught his nose, the scent of sex, the hint of arousal in the air and reaching down he began to slowly coax his cock to life as he began his search for the target. “What... what is..." He pondered, trying to resist the call as he happened upon a lakeside campsite. As he emerged from the trees he spotted Julian sitting by the fire, thumbing through an old magazine he'd gotten from the rest stop and as Mason approached, a soft growl reverberated from the back of his throat, he wanted this... he needed this... his fingers twitched in anticipation and as he lunged forward, he grabbed Julian and dragged him to the ground. To his surprise the satyr's ass fell directly in his path, and unable to resist, he simply spread the man's cheeks apart and began to tickle his tongue along its pert circle of flesh.

Julian gasped as he was tackled, but offered up no resistance as the large, fleshy raccoon began to drag his tongue over his ass, sliding it into his depths with nearly each pass. “Ah! Yes! Ahh!" He howled out as he reached back and pressed Mason's face against his cleft, his cheeks spread and clenched around the raccoon's face as Mason's claw tips dug deep into that thick pelt of fur and his tongue then pushed deep, spreading his cheeks apart as he eagerly began to eat the man out.

The satisfaction of the moment made Mason's cock surge, precum began to drip down to the ground as he pinned the satyr to the floor; it was the strangest sensation, Mason noticing that his frame was getting smaller as his muscles and gut became more pronounced. As Julian howled out pleasure into the ground, the transforming raccoon felt something grab his tail. He glanced back to see Demarcus behind him, grinning wickedly as he then did the same to him, making Mason cry out in pleasure as the thick, wet tongue worked up his hole and began to swirl around the round pink flesh. Mason slurped a bit his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he felt Demarcus' hands slide down his frame, every follicle he touched feeling like a wildfire spreading down his body as Demarcus grabbed his balls and pulled them back, forcing his way even harder against the raccoon's thick ass and making him cry out even louder as a glistening bead of precum appeared at the tip and started to drip under him. As the smell of his semen hit him, Mason only redoubled his efforts, grabbing Julian's fleshy member and stroking it. It was wet and drooling down his neck as he leaned into it. He growled, enjoying the attention from both ends as he thrust his face in deeper, making the slightly smaller satyr gasp in pleasure.

“Gonna fuck you so hard your toes are gonna cross..." Mason said gruffly to Julian as he stood up and lined his tip up to the wet, saliva soaked pucker. He gripped firmly against the fleshy backside and thrust inward. Hard and fast, making the satyr howl lustfully as he felt the shock of pain shoot thorugh him. He moaned as the pain subsided and pleasure then radiated through him.

As he started, Demarcus smirked and moved in again as Mason's ass came back into his face he moved a bit with it, letting it force its way down his tongue as he continued to eat him out. Mason grabbed the back of Demarcus' head his entire rear vibrating against his face as he slowly traveled back and forth. Mason began to pick up speed and began to hold onto both of the other satyr's shoulders, slamming into him so hard now that his balls were painfully colliding with Julian's. He huffed and growled and slammed himself deeper and deeper. He didn't know where these feelings were coming from, only that he needed to feel everything.

On cue, Demarcus' face moved from the man's ass and he moved up, his lips still wet with saliva as he pulled Mason into a wet, messy kiss. His tongue slammed deep into the raccoon's throat and Demarcus began to grind his own cock against his ass, threatening with every thrust to aim inward. Mason reached back and slapped his hand hard on the other satyr's ass, thrusting him forward so that his hips would snap and his cock would drive deep into him. Mason screamed in pain, he'd never felt anything like this before, but as Demarcus began to thrust into him, the pain washed away and now they moved like a train, their hips bucking and riding together in this lewd display as Demarcus fucked Mason, Mason fucked Julian and Julian's thick cock swung free and dripping onto the ground under them. “Nnnh yes, yes!" Mason growled between kisses, his long, lustful thrusts getting deeper and harder as he rammed himself in to the hilt and back out again over and over as Julian continued to moan gleefully.

“Oh fuck! You were right D... this guy is--a fucking... nnnh! Fun ride!"

“Goddamn right I am." Mason teased as he grabbed Julian's face and kissed him in very much the same way Demarcus had done to him.

Their bodies were growing sweatier and sweatier by the moment, a powerful musk was filling the air that somehow made them all even hornier, their flesh on fur on flesh slapping together echoed through the night as they wildly made love.

“Ahh! AHHH!" Julian crowed loudly after several minutes of this relentless pace, he began to cum thick, juicy ropes of seed all over the ground under him, he put his hand onto the ground and shook violently as the raccoon's cock slammed all the right places. He shook and trembled, panting as he fell from the thick raccoon shaft, causing it to bounce free as Demarcus grabbed Mason.

“Oh I'm going to see you cum..." Demarcus teased in Mason's ear. “Just...you wait..."

“Then let's get you a front seat." Mason replied with a grin as he turned and pushed the other satyr to the ground.

Mason straddled Demarcus, his ass coming to a rest on the lowest part of his torso as his cock dangled messily over the satyr's wide body. As Mason seated himself he felt the satyr cock tease his hole and with a grunt he pushed himself down onto the man's pike, making them both grunt as Demarcus was again buried deep inside him. Mason grunted and used his legs to thrust himself up and down, dragging himself to the tip and then letting himself fall down his length, driving it in, deeper and deeper. Demarcus grunted, grabbing Mason's hips and thrusting upward, both of them bouncing wildly as they fucked. Mason's paw spread out wide in the center of Demarcus' chest who grunted and thrust upward on impulse, driving himself to the hilt and restarting the drive over and over again as Mason's thick, fat cock slapped wet on the center of the chubby satyr's belly.

Mason's face grew flush and sweaty. He was trying not to cum before Demarcus but that seemed impossible now, his body was already starting to crash over, his cum pooling wet on the man's stomach. But Demarcus was also teetering on the edge, biting his lips and trying to keep himself from letting go too quickly. His hands glided along the raccoon's fuzzy belly, the fingertips clinging to every fiber of hair as both howled together. “I'm... g-gonna make you cum first..." He threatened, growling at Demarcus. “G-gonna..." He felt a pair of hands grab him from around the shoulders, and turned to see Julian grinning, locking eyes with him.

“No you won't." He purred as he brought Mason's lips to his and kissed him hard and deep.

This was the drive the satyrs needed to drive him over the edge and one final, muffled cry of pleasure later he began to fire off thick fountains of cum that shot and coated all three of them in his fluids. As Demarcus tasted Mason's seed, he grabbed the man by the waist and threw himself as hard as he could and as deep as he could, letting out a cry as he came as well. His cum flooded Mason, and then began to spill out all over his own body, pooling on the floor under them as Julian grabbed Mason's fuzzy nipples, sending a couple more shots of cum across Demarcus' writhing body.

As all three of them finally collapsed on top of one another, suddenly their surroundings returned to normal, and Mason could see that they were all on a thick patch of grass only a few feet from his truck. The rest stop they'd stopped at was still empty and the afternoon was well underway.

“So... Mason... now that we've revealed ourselves to you and have given you the opportunity to have more pleasure than you've ever experienced before..." Demarcus said, resting in Mason's arms as he placed a finger on the man's raccoon nose. “What is it you want most?"

“Me?"

“Yes! You get one favor for enjoying the flavor of a couple old satyrs." Julian said with a grin, his claws slowly petting the raccoon's chest pelt. “What is it you desire."

“I--well..." Mason's voice trailed off softly, his head still spinning from the experience. “I... see, it's my kids' birthdays today. And instead of visiting them I'm stuck with this fucking delivery. You know?"

Demarcus and Julian looked at each other for a moment. At first surprised, their surprise turned to confidence and both returned to their feet. “Well then, I say we get this rig on its way." Demarcus said with a laugh.

“What?" Mason asked curious before looking back at his truck and realizing that the payload tank on it was suddenly gone. “Wait! Where...where did the tank go?"

“Delivered. As promised." Julian said it, making a bow like he'd just performed a magician's magic trick. “And you've got the day to go spend with your kids."

***

It was almost noon when the doorbell rang, Max was the first one to the bottom of the steps. “Hey! I got it!" He shouted as he headed to the door.

“No way dude, I got it!" Mike snapped as he slid in from the living room. “What if it's some kind of present?"

“Who would ship us a present bro? Everyone we know is here."

“Could've been from dad?"

“Sure like he'd ever think about..." The pair argued as they opened the door and stared at the short, fat raccoon standing in front of them. Wearing a tattered trucker's outfit with 'Mason' on the nametag, he smiled big, displaying a row of sharp teeth as his whiskers twitched. “...us?"

“Hey boys." Mason said with nervous laugh. “I thought I'd surprise you...and...I thought I'd show up while I was at it." He chuckled at his own joke as the boys' mouths dropped open in shock.

“D-dad?"

Mason rolled his eyes and looked at Max. “Yes. Yes it's me, Max. I told you I wanted to be here more than anything."

“When did you become a furry?" Mike asked, rubbing the top of his dad's head like it was a chia pet.

“Hey hey! Hands off the goods!" He snapped, making them both jump back in shock. After a moment, Mason laughed uproariously. “I'm kidding! I'm kidding! So when's the party? I'm starving!"

As Mason strutted into the house, much to the surprise of his kids, hundreds of yards away, near the big rig parked on the other side of the street, Demarcus and Julian headed toward the treeline. Hearing a woman's panicked screaming coming from Mason's house, the pair smirked and put their fists together, vanishing into the woods. Mason would be alright, but his ex wife would never forget the day that a raccoon claiming to be her ex husband showed up to celebrate his kids' birthday with them.

THE END?