Summer Breaks
A hitchhiker stops in Cannon Shoals. Why would you even do that? Anyway, you know what happens.
A hitchhiker stops in Cannon Shoals. Why would you even do that? Anyway, you know what happens.
Not at Anthrocon? Bored at Anthrocon? Have a very return-to-form Cannon Shoals story. You know the drill--read the tags, consider yourself warned, and... enjoy. The inspiration here comes from elsewhere--you know who you are :P Thanks for keeping me bent, and thanks to Spudz for his willingness to smooth this out anyway.
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"Summer Breaks," by Rob Baird
The bar had been a bust--she should've known that, really. But it had been a gamble, and Carly was used to taking those. Sometimes you got lucky; found somebody willing to free up a sofa or something for the deceptively bookish dog with the glasses and the wry smile. Just a place to spend the night--particularly if you joked about how you didn't take up that much space...
But all the corgi had now was a mild buzz, seventeen dollars left in her wallet, and a hoodie that wasn't nearly up to the job. She'd let some young buck buy her a drink, and then another, and then he'd let on that he had a girlfriend, which made the sofa a tall order, and she'd left the bar in a bit of a huff.
How the fuck was it so_fucking_ cold, anyway? "It's July, f'r fuck's sake," she muttered to the empty alleyway that at least cut out most of the wind. Her phone still had plenty of battery, and there was a message waiting from her friend: How's it going? Are you being a good girl? Are you at least being a good bad girl? Tell me everything!
She typed out a quick, two-word reply:It sucks.
Kim was spending the summer with her folks back in Michigan. As far as Carly's family knew, Carly was with her, and they'd barely agreed to_that_. If they'd known how Kim left her at the airport for the separate flight to Los Angeles...
Carly giggled, in spite of the cold. If they'd known_that_, the FBI would've been on the case already. But they didn't know, like they didn't know what she and Kim had gotten up to at UCLA to begin with. They were happy that she'd made friends, and that Kim was from a respectable family. Her parents hadn't stuck their meddling noses far enough in to learn anything else.
Only 5 more days. Trade you for my cousin Ryan?
No thanks. Carly put her phone away. Ryan was annoying-young, that age where kids thought they were old enough to be on their own and resented any suggestion to the contrary. She was sure Kim had spent most of the Michigan trip playing taxi for the teen.
At least Kim had the decency to be sympathetic. Carly had probably been a little overenthusiastic for the first two weeks of her adventure, couchsurfing her way from Los Angeles north. Plenty of friends from college, plenty of good weed...
Then she'd hit that wall, at Sacramento. She'd had to start hitchhiking, and even that wasn't_too_ bad because the nights were warm and she looked respectable. She told the truth, that she was headed for Seattle, and most of the drivers were friendly. Not all, but most.
Redding to Eugene took four somewhat less enjoyable days, and a night spent under a bridge south of Rosewood when she'd gotten into a fight with a truck driver. But even that was exciting, in its own way; she was a little disappointed it was all coming to an end.
Still sucks? Kim asked.
Only thing here is a couple shitty bars, she typed back. I left. Everybody's asleep or something.
She was going to explain further when a voice interrupted her. "You're still here, huh? Sticking around?"
It was the buck. She didn't remember his name--started with a 'j,' maybe? Joseph? Carly shrugged. "I guess."
"What do you mean, 'you guess'?"
"I don't have anywhere else to go. It's fine. I'll hitch a ride inland tomorrow."
"Looks cold, though," the buck pointed out. He stepped closer; reached out to touch her. His fingers tugged at her hoodie. "This isn't much for the weather. Where do you want to go? Corvallis?"
"Back to the interstate. Whatever town that would be."
"Uh huh. That's why you wanted a couch. Well... it'll be better for you in Corvallis." He slid his arm around the corgi and started to walk--pulling her with him, and ignoring the way she stumbled. "My car's just around the corner."
"You're offering to drive me?"
"Sure."
"It's pretty late, though."
He grinned, squeezing the short canine. "Wouldn't leave you alone on a night like this."
They stopped at a pickup truck: late-model; lifted. Probably a point of pride for him, she thought, given how clean it looked. He unlocked it with the keyfob and held the passenger door for her. Carly clambered up.
He 'helped,' of course; she felt his paw on her rear, 'steadying' her. "Atta girl," the young buck drawled. Then he closed the door behind her, and got in on the other side. "Like it? Just got it four months ago."
"Yeah. It's nice."
"Damn straight it is." The truck started up, rumbling. The engine growled throatily as he turned them onto the main street of Cannon Shoals--such as it was. "Got her modded and everything. Still more work to do, though."
He'd taken turn a bit wide, but she thought he was okay to drive--probably. So she let him ramble about the truck while they left 'civilization'--such as it is, she thought again--and turned onto the highway, with the truck staying remarkably close to within the lanes. "How long is it to the city?"
"Dunno. Hour or two?"
"And you're sure your girlfriend won't mind?"
He chuckled. "That does raise a good question about how you're going to pay me back, doesn't it..."
"I've got seventeen dollars in cash, and an ATM card." Her checking account was a little overdrawn, but the bank would be flexible--she hoped--and of course that wasn't what the buck meant.
His lip curled, a leer sharpened by the alcohol she could smell on his breath. "That wasn't what I had in mind."
"No?"
He looked over, and rested his hand on her knee. "You don't have to play dumb. Nobody's around."
"You know, I_really_ don't think your girlfriend would be okay with that..."
"Yeah, well, what's the saying? What the bitch doesn't know won't hurt her. Why do you think I'm getting you out of town?"
"A favor?" she suggested.
He pulled off to the side of the road. They were on the main highway running east from the town--outside the glare of the headlights, everything was pitch black. Then he turned them off: there was only the illumination of the instruments, glinting in his eyes. "That's one way of putting it."
The situation had escalated a little, and truthfully she wasn't_that_ interested in making the trade he offered. She considered just telling him to turn around, but maybe if she said nothing he'd get the message. Carly pulled out her phone, waiting.
As soon as he saw the light of the screen the buck reached over, yanking the phone from her grip and tossing it into the footwell. "Alright. I'm done playing." She heard a zipper opening. "Get to work."
In truth, of course, she'd known where things were going as soon as he picked her up.Get to work. Well, at least it wouldn't take too long. The corgi allowed herself a moment to think about how scandalized her parents would be if they knew--then, satisfied, she unbuckled her seatbelt and twisted to lower her muzzle close to the deer's crotch.
A_good_ bad girl, that was it. That was what Kim had said.
His breath hissed inward as she licked at him, and when her lips wrapped around the tip of the buck's cock he groaned his appreciation. His taste was mild, a little exotic; not too bad. Carly settled in to start sucking on him properly, head bobbing smoothly.
"Sweet little cocksucker," he breathed. "You do this for a living?"
The truck was too dark for him to see her eyes roll. Carly worked along him faster, letting his shallow, huffing snorts tell her when she'd hit on something that brought the deer closer to his peak. He started twitching, pre flowing steadily against her lapping tongue.
Not too much longer, she thought. Then back on the road, with another story to hint at to Kim. Maybe she'd spare some of the details. The buck humped his hips unsteadily upwards. A few more strokes and--what was that? Her ears picked up something from outside, something other than the man's shaky panting. Traffic? A wild animal? A--
Light flooded the cab, blinding, startling. Carly yelped and jerked back; it took the corgi a good few seconds to realize the light came not from another car but a flashlight, right outside the driver's window.
Metal tapped against the glass. The deer pressed the button to lower the window; without its glare, reflected light picked out the features of an older, black-furred wolf in a police uniform. "Uh. Uh, hey, Lieutenant Kendrick," the deer stammered.
"Jordan Hahn, huh? Havin' fun here?"
"Uh. Yes. Yes, sir."
"Back at Linc's, too, right? How much've you had to drink?"
"I... I don't know. It was, uh--it was--it was a while ago."
Kendrick held up a little black box. "Blow." Jordan leaned out the window, puffing into the breathalyzer. "Blow, you dumb fuck. That's better. Outta the damn car. You too, lady. I'll get to you."
She waited until the deer, Jordan, had stepped out, and heard the click of handcuffs from the other side of the truck. "Lieutenant," he was protesting. "This is all a misunderstanding..."
"You think I 'misunderstand' how to read three numbers on a screen? Jesus Christ. You_know_ we've been watching the Lincoln Street Roadhouse for you fuckin' idiots."
"But..." Kendrick ignored the man's muddled attempt at an explanation, or excuse, opening the rear door of his car. The buck tried one last time: "I wasn't gonna hurt anybody or anything."
"And? God, fuck if you ain't_nothing_ but trouble, Jordan. Useless piece of shit." He shoved the deer into the back, and slammed the door. "Damn it. And what the fuck are you? Not his girlfriend."
"No, sir. I was just passing through on my way to Seattle."
"What the fuck is in Seattle?"
"My flight back to LA. I'm in college." He seemed to have a bit of a temper, so Carly kept her answers short.
"College?" he grunted; leaned down to sniff her breath. "Old enough to drink?"
"My ID's in my purse. In the car, sir."
She turned to get it, and his paw clamped down on her shoulder. "I tell you to move? First things first. What are you doing with Jordan?"
"Nothing. Sir. He offered me a ride to Corvallis."
"But wanted payment."
"Yes, sir."
"That's how you pay people?"
"No, sir."
He snorted a dark, thick laugh. "Don't lie to me. I found you with his prick in yer goddamn muzzle, didn't I?"
"That wasn't my idea!"
"But it still happened, didn't it? So now I hafta wonder:he thought it was worth it. Maybe I oughta figure out if he was right. Let him make the inconvenience up to me."
Is he--God, is he actually serious? "What? What do you mean?" she asked carefully.
"Finish the job you started on him. Was that unclear?"
"Look, I--I didn't want this. I don't want this." That was more accurate. In any case, the story she'd tell Kim was definitely changing. "It's been a long night; I just want to go to sleep and--"
He shut her muzzle, and held it closed. "Me too," he growled. "'Cept I gotta deal with this fuckin' paperwork now. So tell y'what, bitch: you want what I say you want. Got it?"
Her ears pinned. The corgi found she couldn't speak through his fingers: the words came out as muffled whimpers.
The wolf rumbled--almost a laugh, but if so, a dangerous one. "What was that? What were you gonna say?"
He relaxed his hold. Carly swallowed. "Let me go."
"Please."
"Let me go, please. Please let me go."
"Hm." The cop paused; she saw the silhouette of his head tilt, and then starlight on his fangs. "No. That ain't what you want. You want to suck me off like a good whore and see if that changes my mood."
"No, I--"
He shifted from her muzzle to grab the scruff of her neck--roughly, silencing her words and the yelp that followed. "Try again." She was frozen, unable to do more than shake her head weakly. Kendrick squeezed harder. "On your fuckin' knees, bitch."
When he let go, she briefly had control of her muscles again--but her legs were weak, and she couldn't catch herself when he shoved her down. Her paws scrabbled on the sharp gravel. She tried to push herself back up, but the wolf's paw stopped her.
"No. I told you what you wanted. Get to it."
"But..."
"You get two more words. Two more words outta yer dumb bitch mouth before I fill it." Despite his language he no longer seemed_upset_--the low growl wasn't one of anger. Just a simple, blunt statement of fact. "You want to suck me off like a good whore. Don't you?"
Her neck was still a little numb. She was in the middle of nowhere--nobody else around but Jordan, cuffed in the back of the car. If she ran... if I ran, what? He'd catch me, and then... Carly shut her eyes; whispered. "Yes, sir."
"Well, hell. Y'even knew what the second word was." Kendrick snorted. "Ain't stopping you, am I?"
His trousers were tented when Carly found the zipper and pulled them open. The wolf's scent drifted on the night air--a hint at first; then she worked his boxers off and it flooded her nose. Thick, inescapable... unmistakably canine, unlike the deer.
Carly fought back the instinctive biological reaction.Get it over with. But it was the smell that guided her closer. Her tongue found him: his plump sheath and then bare flesh, a good four or five inches of it already. She lapped him, trading her saliva for the subtle tang of the wolf's taste, and his musk lingered.
She reached the end to find a little bead of salty precum waiting, licked him clean, and guided him between her lips to suckle the pointed tip of his canine endowment. Kendrick grunted. "Keep goin'."
Every inch that slid into her mouth was thicker than the last. She had to breathe through her nose--the heady aroma of the wolf's arousal so overpowering she could almost taste_that_, too--and she was pretty sure she couldn't go any further by the time she got to his sheath, let alone whatever was still trapped there.
But for the moment he was content to let her reach what she could. Panting shallowly, Carly bobbed her head carefully on his shaft, letting most of him slide free and then trying to take him again. No, she felt sure that was as much of him as she could fit.
Kendrick's paw was back on her scruff. He squeezed warningly. "I said_suck_, whore. Already know you can take a cock. Show me you're good at it." She drew her lips in, sucking harder as she worked him into her muzzle. His fingers tightened; she tried again, doubling down on the obscenely thick meat stuffed between her lips. The wolf relaxed. "Better."
His hips started to buck, pushing him deeper. Her eyes watered, and she tried to pull back. The first few times it was enough--then he growled, holding her in place and shoving forward. She choked wetly, fighting for breath around the wolf filling her throat.
"What was that, slut?" he demanded. Carly whimpered. The wolf tugged back--for a moment she could breathe again, sucking the cool air into her lungs desperately. Then he snarled, pulling her harshly towards him as he rammed into her muzzle. Her nose was pressed into his fur, every useless gasp soaked her nostrils with his smell.
He shoved her away and the corgi collapsed in the gravel, trying to recover. She heard him growling above her, nudging her with his boot... reaching down to pull her back to her feet.
"Ain't that good at suckin' dick after all," he told her. "Try somethin' else, I guess."
The wolf's fingers shoved into her jeans, and when she felt the zipper opening and realized what he meant she reached down to push his paw away. "No, hey. Hey. Let me try again?"
Kendrick ignored her, tugging her pants down. Carly fumbled to catch them; he wrenched her arm painfully. She nearly stumbled, trying to twist away with her jeans about her ankles, and the cop took the opportunity to pin them to the ground so her leg slipped free of the bunched denim. "Had yer chance. Be more fun for ya anyway."
Trying to explain the limits of being a bad girl--but still a respectable one--seemed absurd, and her protests ran together confusedly. "You can't--shouldn't--I--I'll do a better job, I swear. You don't want to do this to me--sir, you--"
"Don't even," he snorted. "Short little bitch like you? Must be tight as all hell." He turned her, shoved her roughly down onto the trunk. "Load was always gonna go in yer snatch, don't worry. Might even knot ya."
"Please," she whispered. He pushed upwards--she could feel his smooth cock pressing furrows into her pelt. Carly was already on her tiptoes. "You don't have to--" He found her, thrust; slid half an inch between her lips before popping free. "Sir--Mr. Kendrick--"
"Get yer foot on the bumper," he ordered.
"Mr. Kendrick!"
He grabbed her neck, hauling her up as she froze in shock and his voice filled the blanked-out void of her senses. "Foot. Bumper.Now, whore."
Her muzzle hit the lid of the trunk. Quivering, trying not to whimper, she lifted her right leg until her foot found purchase. The dark wolf behind her shifted, adjusting his stance. She felt his stiff, slippery warmth--and then as he straightened up it was_in_ her: hard, thick, an overwhelming pressure working deeper as her folds stretched to take him.
"That's it," he groaned. "Got a great fuckin' cunt, bitch. Coulda started here."
He took her thrust by short, firm thrust, each ramming another inch into the hapless corgi. Carly shut her eyes, gritting her teeth. There was too much of him--he was a foot and a half taller and twice her weight, but that meant too there was nothing she could do but let him_try_.
One final stroke, though, and his hips seemed finally to be pressed against hers, her short tail trapped against his belly and his legs pinning her own. The wolf grunted, making sure he'd hilted in a humping grind that grated his cock along her clinging walls.
Before she had time to truly adjust he began to move. Only the first few plunges had any subtlety to them. Then he stopped, hooked his claws into her rear--she had a moment to wonder what was coming next, to gasp with the pain of his grip--and speared into her, the next hammering stroke following even before her yelp died away.
She reached out to brace herself, catching a brief glimpse of Jordan in the back seat. His ears were lowered; he was leaning forward, away from the rapid, rhythmic thumping of Kendrick's feral pace. For a moment she felt sorry for him--then for her--then the timberwolf drove in sharply, and she cried out as the first swelling of his knot punched into her.
His dark growl worked its way into her brain a few seconds later, after the shock of that rough, deep penetration. "Yeah, you fuckin' take it, bitch!" More of those brutal, full thrusts followed--his dick shoved up and into her, knot grinding home--but as he rutted her the indignity of it gave way one undeniable twinge at a time.
The first hint of pleasure was startling. She whimpered, biting it back, telling herself she wasn't reacting to the powerful male taking her body from behind, pounding her there in the starlight, two silhouettes coupling frantically like fuckin'animals, she hadn't wanted that, didn't want him satisfying himself in her...
But it wouldn't go_away_. His claws raked her hips painfully as his need grew, holding her fixed as his cock pistoned in a quick, demanding tempo. And it felt good to have his prick shoved deep between her obscenely spread legs. Kendrick was throbbing and twitching, precum drooling back down her thighs while he huffed and grunted and claimed her, dominated her, squelched into her to seat his knot until the corgi felt herself quivering and tensing up.
"Filthy little slut," the wolf snarled--fucking her harder. Faster--hips clashing heedlessly. He could sense it. "Bitches always figure out yer--goddamn--place!" Carly opened her muzzle to protest, but the squeal that came out betrayed her.
He was balls-deep, tip pressing achingly hard against her so she_felt_ the completeness of his ownership--and she couldn't help it. Her body clenched, eyes squeezed shut, red sparks flashing in the darkness that followed. She gripped him, milking him, bringing the wolf to a grunting, shuddering halt while ecstasy racked the corgi's frame.
Carly's knees buckled as her peak ebbed, and the aftershocks dwindled to find her senseless in the gravel, abruptly empty and trembling. Kendrick pulled her back up; her head reeled. She was on the hood, looking up at the stars--they'd gone blurry, and she realized her glasses were missing. Before she could do anything about it the wolf's face filled her view--close enough to be painfully clear, fangs sharp and glinting. He shoved her legs roughly wide; pushed between them.
"Wh..."
"My turn." The timberwolf had one paw on her shoulder, the other on her hips. He sank back into her, a stretching, searing heat pushing in, and_in_, up to the thick curve of his base. "Get that knot in ya'."
He was grunting with the strained effort required and that brought her wits back. "Wait--no!"
"Breed that nice little cunt." Kendrick eased up, then thrust again, grinding to wedge his knot into the diminutive corgi. "Give ya a good souvenir."
"No!"
"Aw, yeah. That's it--squirm for me, bitch."
She struggled more urgently under him, eyes widening. "No, please! I'll suck you off--I'll do whatever--I'll--"
"Take my goddamn load, is what you'll--" He grunted hoarsely with the next attempt, her lips going taut around that impossibly wide bulge. "--do."
It won't fit. He had to know it wouldn't fit. Carly kicked and fought, but his paw moved to her throat and before she knew she was trying to scream she couldn't get a word out. He put the strength of his muscular legs to work, digging in, lifting her hips up.
Then they lurched back down, and with her tongue lolling and her vision starting to shroud the corgi realized they were locked together, bolted fast by his massive tie. Kendrick let her go to gasp air into her lungs, focusing on his final, humping thrusts.
She whimpered in pointless apprehension when he stopped. For a second their eyes met; she could just barely make out his narrowed gaze in the dim light. His cock flexed in her, jerking--then a wet, hot gush, and her thoughts zeroed in on way the scent of his musk had gripped her brain. "No..."
It was a barely audible whisper, a whine, but it told him all he needed. Kendrick lowered himself until their noses touched and slammed another wicked, jarring thrust home as a second ribbon of thick wolf cum spattered into her sullied womb.
Carly couldn't look away. His strong hips hitched steadily, the warmth of his load kept spreading--but it was his eyes that held her. She watched the intense, burning glare shift, fading into something ever more sated with every twitch, every low grunt, every_push_ that told her just how deeply he was pumping his seed.
He could tell she knew he was breeding her. Didn't say anything--didn't have to--until his movements finally ceased and the weight of his body trapped her. Then his muzzle curled into a cruel grin. "Well, you were better at that, after all."
"Jesus Christ," she whispered. "What did you do?"
"Don't worry. Maybe your kids'll get my height."
"I'm not in heat..." But she could hear the faltering in her own voice. It was more of a prayer than a declaration.
"Uh-huh."
"Why did you have to cum in me?"
His response was to reach out, and close his paw over her muzzle. "Don't play stupid. You know why--but if you're just gonna be mouthy, be a good bitch and shut up."
The corgi's mind raced.Next steps fought against the instinctive, undeniable sense of satisfaction that having his seed in her brought, and then against the shudder of revulsion at being so satisfied. It was hard to reach any conclusion with the wolf still buried, she told herself.
And at last Kendrick's knot slid free, with an audible splash of cum on the gravel. But there was still more of it, a warm torrent soaking her fur and running down her legs. How much had he shot into her? "Get up," he growled. "Don't want that on the paint."
Carly's feet found purchase; she stood shakily, the mess he'd pumped her with drooling down her thighs in sticky ropes. "What am I supposed to do?"
"Wait 'til morning. Stick your thumb out." He buttoned his trousers and started heading to the door of the car.
"But..."
"Or stay around. I can make sure I did the job right. Is that better?"
"No."
"Then hey--enjoy Seattle."
And then he was gone, the sound of the car's engine fading into the distance, replaced by the intermittent chirp of cicadas. Carly felt increasingly aware of the cold. She knelt down, patting the spattered gravel until she found her glasses--fortunately they didn't seem damaged. The world wasn't any clearer with them on.
She tugged her pants on numbly and got back into the abandoned pickup truck.
That was warm, at least, though the wolf's smell lingered on her clothes and pervaded the cab. She'd have to do something about it--what, exactly, escaped her. Head back into town? Steal the damn truck and keep going north? What would my parents think of that? It was an absurd thought, but then, everything now seemed at least a little absurd...
The dim light of her phone, still in the footwell, caught her attention. She picked it up; it was flashing with a message from Kim.Ugh, you make the town sound boring as hell lol hope the rest of your night is more interesting!
Carly stared at the screen. How was she even supposed to reply to that? Where could she even begin?More interesting.
A quiet, disbelieving laugh escaped her, and she began to type.