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Tuck's really in a bad spot right now...

"And for the last time, no sex with the dropoff managers! If I get one more call that you "bribed" your way out of a late delivery, I'll have you flat on your ass! Do I make myself clear!?"

"Y-yes sir..."

"That's what I thought. Now haul your smelly little hunk of metal down-state and get those canned goods there. On. Time."

"Yessir..."

The gator looked dejected, watching that portly hide of his billy goat boss walking off to go check on the rest of the truckers in the lot. Tuck knows why they're always so miffed with him, but he couldn't help that he was always ready for "action" more than some fighters ready for action.

And after what happened with Hargolem and his Diner of Demons, things were just weirder for Tuck.

The cum that they all shot into his womb remained to this day, only now faintly glowing at night rather than being bright day in and day out, and while it was cool to have a belly with a red target on its surface it's gotten him some weird dreams that's left him missing his morning alarms. First thing, he was always in some cauldron of a boiling who-knows-what and he was always in some sort of throne room with some tall somebody who only showed their legs to Tuck. Which probably kept ruining the mood because all he paid attention to was their crotch whenever they spoke in their tongue and they were loaded.

Unfortunately, he's gotten noise complaints from neighbors that they heard "demonic activity" coming from his bedroom and he's told them plenty that he's got nothing to do about that. But they were slowly coming to not believe him-unless he "convinced" them properly-so he needed answers. And quick.

So after making sure his special hat was on, he was out on the road with a less sweltering sun than last week. Because honestly if it weren't for that pickup that got him tango'd with demons in the first place, he probably woulda been cooked in his truck before he got home.

As he eyed tumbleweed rolling down the way he was coming from, he saw a familiar sign and heard a faint whispering in his ears. He slowed down, making sure that he wasn't being tailed by any stray cars nor got in the way of any that would be incoming before bringing his big girl to a stop across from the sign. He didn't worry about if the asphalt road was too hot to step on, just hopping on out of his truck and walking up to the sign.

"Rather early on that call, aren't we?" A gator just like Tuck but shorter and without a pronounced belly looked up from their stance of looking at the ground, showing off their well-dressed ensemble and fancy demeanor. But Tuck saw their eyes flash red and he smirked.

"Ah'm jus' passin' by, figures Ah should stop by an' at leas' say hi so Ah don't treat yuh like ah stranger."

"Very kind of you then, Tucker. Had you not been motivated for something so simple as a passing of greetings, I would have had to regretfully inform you that my diner has yet to recover from your...display."

"It's been ah week an' they're still gettin' all o' their juice back? Ah didn't know Ah worked 'em that hard..."

"It's not a manner of refractory...Us demons get back on our feet with recharged batteries quicker than you can say Jubilee with Pies, but it's rather...They're not ready ...for you specifically."

"What're yuh sayin'?" Did he do something wrong when he left? Should he have said goodbye properly or something really funny so they didn't forget him? How can he fix it!? They were all good folks!

"I'm saying that they might be wanting to try easier mortals so they don't feel like they're not as tough as they claimed to be. Wyn is the leader behind this 'No Tucker Until Further Notice' movement, seeing as you left him with as much dignity as you have shame on your daily basis, and I can't convince my cavalry to change their mind. Not even snapping at them works."

So Tuck was too much for them. That proud feeling of conquering them all made his stomach churn, which got Hargolem's attention as he leaned down to eye the spot where all the evil seed was resting.

"Hmmm...It appears that you aren't having a child as I thought you would..."

"Oh? This was supposed t' be ah kid? Sorry 'bout that, Ah don't think muh tubes work as one would think, so Ah don't be havin' kids when Ah'm out drainin' folks t' they last drop."

"Yes, demon cum is guaranteed to inseminate a mortal body and have a child germinate within them to be birthed in a month no matter the case. But it looks like your body ...took too much for it to focus on one."

"So...what's it doin' now...?"

Hargolem thought for a moment, adjusting his grip on his skull cane so he didn't snap it in two from how much he leaned on it. "Perhaps taking so many...is making it into a beacon."

"Is that why Ah've been having dreams o' bein' in front o' somebody sittin' down that looks like you when yer not lookin' like....this?" Tuck gestured to the entirety of Hargolem, getting the smaller gator to think again.

"Perhaps adding my seed into the mix turned the would-be child into a calling card for someone who has more authority than me...Oh well, no saving them. I would like to talk more, Tucker, so I'd advise you to get back on the road so I don't have to expose myself in an unsavory manner just to be within the same space as you." At the demon lord's suggestion, Tuck remembered he was on a tight crunch and hurried back to his truck. He knew he looked silly waddling up to his driver's seat and even sillier when his foot slipped and let his honey pot droop down from his inner thighs to drool onto the hot metal before he fixed himself and got settled in. Before he could put some sole on the pedal, he turned towards the sign only to find Hargolem standing at the window.

"Before you go home when you're done with the delivery, be sure to visit 17405 on the street where the cats tend to group around a rock. Perhaps you'll find better answers there. Toodles for now." Hargolem tipped his hat to Tuck, getting the trucker to do the same, and backed away from the truck so he could drive off. Tuck eyed the well-dressed demon in his side view mirror and saw them return to their station as a waiting presence by that sign. Remembering when he fell for that innocent trick made his folds wink and gush out into his seat but he knew his boss would be up the wall at him if he was late from getting another delivery done after some time spent "mingling", so he ignored his sopping lips and paid attention to the road.

There was really nothing out here for a while and Tuck slowly found himself steadily letting go of the wheel one digit at a time, lounging as much as he could so his ass didn't get sore or numb sitting in the same determined position all day. Before he knew it, his hands were off the wheel and on his gut instead. Tuck knowingly rubbed the spot where he knew the spunk was just swirling around in his womb and wondered back on Hargolem's words.

"...a calling card for someone who has more authority than me..." Were there other demons just living on Earth but hiding on the interstate since it was less populated by civilians? It would make sense considering what one has to do to happen upon Hargolem before he takes people to his diner for his posse to tame, so perhaps there were other places where demons were hiding....

Either way, it left Tuck thinking he could "spread the word" about his prowess and his cunt gushed out on the floor in response.

"Sorry, bud. Gotta keep yuh under control so we don't get fired." Tuck petted his pussy like it were an eager stray who wanted to play rather than sit still, and as soon as he touched his clit he felt another round of juices splash against his wheel and drip into the flooring. He was glad that he convinced the truck maintenance folks to clean his truck out every time he got back, because if not this cabin would smell a lot less like a fragrance that someone could like. More like a sweat lodge of people who barely showered. And that was bad for business.

Tuck got out of teasing himself when he saw a truck stop ahead, glad it wasn't that unbearably hot outside so he could afford getting a drink and not have it be just as hot as the sun by the time he got back into his truck. He'd have to be quick, so he didn't waste another minute heading towards his destination and his parking didn't look too great once he got off the road and didn't block the exit for anyone leaving. He took a peek to the diner in the far right corner, noticing a ton of motorcycles parked in front of it and one lone car in the mix that looked out of place. The ice machine wasn't next to the building, so he decided to beeline towards the latrine and saw what he was looking for.

"Wheeeew...let's hope they actually take care o' this damn thing..." There was no lock on it so things didn't look too hopeful, but once Tuck cracked it open and got a breeze of cold air against his lower belly he shivered with glee. Finally, he can enjoy his ride without being a sweaty mess by the time he was in a city. He glanced around before fishing something from under his tail, hand slipping between his shiny cheeks and making him look like he sat on something he shouldn't have.

Until he pulled out his sweat-stained wallet and paid for a beverage from the machine next to the ice.

He got a fresh cup so he could scoop some ice out for the road, seeing as it won't just be too hot for his throat, and closed the ice off from getting too warm in time to see the bikes that surrounded the diner were all tipped over like a bunch of cows. Tuck whistled in sympathy because if the angry ruckus from inside the restaurant proved anything, it was that whoever was the culprit was surely gonna need more than one hospital to get fixed up. Wasn't his problem.

He strolled back up to his truck, needing to carry both drinks in his maw so he didn't drop them nor get stuck with no way up to his seat without falling back down or spilling anything, and nearly shut the door on his fat tail before setting his purchases on some cup holders and pulling out of the stop to get back to driving. He went with some classic lemonade in a jug, barely able to cram ice cubes into its depths but managing to breathe on the frozen blocks enough to shrink them to an appropriate size to help keep his drink cold. And from there, it was smooth drivi-

"Hi-"

"'EY!" Tuck nearly threw his truck off the road hearing that, and had to nearly spill over his lemonade getting it back to driving straight. When the sudden rush of adrenaline was over, he checked to make sure that nothing was making a mess in the cabin and was relieved to see nothing out of place or wet, and then checked his passenger seat where he heard the voice as he got back to driving normally.

In it was an otter who looked like he'd be hidden from view if Tuck sat on them and clenched up, looking like he just saw a ghost for the first time in his life of not believing in them and couldn't handle it well. They were only wearing a white t-shirt that was drenched in sweat thanks to how hot the cabin was from Tuck keeping the windows closed, and with good reason because they were packing the kinda heat that'd make anyone not Tuck-sized scared out of their wits.

It drooped, wrinkly from the foreskin having so much room to hide everything from view and that sack...Tuck could only see where the distended skin showed the top of those nuts and he could tell they were melon-sized.

Though the otter had been staring the whole time Tuck did and looked a bit withdrawn now that the gator knew they were there.

"...hello..." They didn't seem the best at socializing.

"Uh...hi ...Wanna tell me what yer doin' in muh truck an' why Ah shouldn't be drivin' yuh back t' th' stop yuh came from?" Hey, Tuck can be nice if he wanted to. But he nearly crashed having a surprise hitchhiker pop out of hiding in his cabin and that would have been a blow to getting fired and not being able to visit Hargolem.

Though it looks like mentioning the stop got that frightened gaze on the otter's face to grow and he began to shake like he was out in the freezing winter dressed as he was. "Pl-pl-please don't! They'll kill me if I g-go back!"

"Who's "they" an' what're yuh talkin' 'bout?" Tuck felt like the answer was obvious, but frankly the only thing he could see this guy getting in trouble for was streaking while sleep-walking.

"I uh...I...might have..." They were trying to duck the question, but Tuck bared his teeth in his recovering frustration and the otter saw those white fangs glinting at him in the sunlight. "O-okay okay, don't eat me!...*Gulp* I might have ..."

"Just spit it out already. Burnin' daylight o'er 'ere."

"...tipped the bikes..." The truck came to a screeching halt that made the asphalt streak with tire rubber, smoke rising from the forcibly applied friction from the brakes used.

"Are you out o' yer MIND!?" Tuck was more than just angry now. He was furious.

"I didn't m-mean to! They were just making fun of me a lot and it got under my skin so I just..."

"Yuh realize that yer puttin' me in danger wit' shit yer too grown t' be doin'! E'eryone knows tippin' a biker gang's bikes is ah death sentence on th' road!"

"I'm sorry, okay!? I don't like being made fun of for not wearing pants!"

"....Yer kiddin' right?"

"People always say I'm too big and make it seem like this is all fake...But it's not! I was born like this an-"

"Shhh."

"But I wa-"

"Shhhhhh!" Tuck could hear it and he wished the otter would be quiet so he could too. And once the realization began to dawn on his face, he started to quiver in fear and turn towards the window. Tuck glanced to his side view window, noticing a cloud of dust picking up on the road behind him. The two of them knew what that was, and the otter was steadily getting into hysterics.

"WhatamIgonnado, whatamIgonnado, whatamIgonnado, whatamIgonnado, whatamIgonnado..."

"Quiet, kid."

"They're gonna kill us...they're gonna kill us...they're gonna kill us..." His whining made the fact that his junk was impressive to Tuck pitiful, the gator trying to think of a way so that he didn't meet a grisly end while he was still somewhat young. Then, just as he took another look at that otter's dick, the big guy got an idea. Though he had to drive so watching the road let the gears turn in his head.

"A'ight kid, listen close an' listen carefully. Ah'm sayin' this once an' yuh betta not make me repeat muhself. Clear?"

The otter's panic began to slow down once he caught wind of a sure plan about to be conducted, so he turned back to Tuck and nodded in understanding.

"Good. They're obviously gonna try cuttin' me off, so Ahmma need yuh t' get under muh seat an' hide yer junk inside o' me."

Looking at the rapt confusing on the sea mammal's face made Tuck groan. Why do people still treat sex like it's so taboo? It's only shunned these days, not outright outlawed!

"Look, Ah'm nice an' big so it'd be harder fer them t' look fer yuh if they get ah li'l curious as t' why Ah'm driving wit' a jug o' lemonade fer one. Muh ass should have enough air fer yuh t' breathe in til they go away, so even if yuh don't like it yuh'll be fine. Jus' make sure not t' squirm 'r bus' ah nut while they look fer yuh 'r we're both dead. Now move!"

Tuck had to slow down anyway, for the bikers had not only caught up to his truck but they were zooming past to block the route ahead, so he used the time of slowing applying his brakes to lift his thigh off of his sweaty seat and present his asscrack to the otter. They visibly recoiled, for the material beneath Tuck's butt looked like a rainforest with no trees, but after the gator slapped his rear end to get them to focus, they darted into the seat and made sure they were parallel to that crevice before he dropped back down. Right away, he felt them slip all the way in until their face was just a nudge away from being pressed into his tail hole, so he focused on getting their uncut dick into his honey pot and had to bite back a moan from how thick the guy was slipping up into his depths. He wondered if him and the fennec were related or something, but he didn't get to think on it much before he was at a full stop and he stopped hearing bike engines rumbling over his truck's.

Tuck made sure those balls were tucked just under his pussy before closing his legs, praying the little guy wouldn't crack and make this hard, only to look up pretending to have been looking for a drink to swig on as he heard studded boots stomp their way to his driver door. He heard the approaching stranger start climbing up to his window, which gave him enough time to burp with the glass up so he didn't bombard them with the smell of his breath before he heard them knock and he put the jug down.

Outside was the textbook definition of a black bull biker who loved his status to the very end; leather jacket, denim jeans torn around the waistline and thighs, spiked hat and studs on the shoulders, scar on their right eye that made the iris gray, and the kinda stains on their shirt that made Tuck wonder if they rolled around in dirty gym clothes as a pastime mixed in with grease. The bovine knocked one more time, nearly hard enough to punch through the glass, so the gator rolled his window down and caught a blast of their musk.

...If they weren't out to kill the otter, he'd probably try and woo them into some rounds on a good day.

"Sup, tubby. Nice day fer a drive, ain't it?" That voice was rugged, providing Tuck all he needed to be aware of when talking to the guy. One slipup and it was over.

"Yep. Wish th' breeze wasn't such ah traitor but yuh gotta live wit' that on th' road. Would always be worse."

"I bet. Now, I'd let ya go out on yer merry way but I noticed yer hoss pulling out from the stop me an' ma boys were holed up at. As a kind stranger t' another, I hope ya realize I gotta check ya out an' make sure ya don't have any ...stragglers on board." Right on time, the otter hiding in Tuck's ass began to shake again, making his dick vibrate within Tuck's cunt and nearly getting him to moan but he fixed himself before it was obvious.

"Aaaaaah get yuh, ah get yuh. Jus' try not t' mess wit' all th' stuff in th' back-gotta make sure e'ery bit o' it gets delivered." Tuck unhatched the lock that kept the carriage closed from the earth from a nearby button under his wet wheel, hearing a bunch of folks pile in snarling in a tongue he could barely make a word of.

"I'm sure mah boys'll be gentle. Now fer th' time bein'..." The bull took to checking the cabin since he had eyes for the luggage, so Tuck made sure his legs weren't too obvious in looking like they were hiding a pair of balls while he went to take another chug of lemonade. The ice had already melted and the nectar quenching his burst of thirst felt like a bigger relief than what the otter balls-deep in his honey pot neede-

"Th' hell is that?" The bull's words nearly had Tuck dropping his refreshments, making him cough instead as he screwed the cap on and looked around.

"Whatchu talkin' 'bout?"

"That." For a minute, Tuck thought that the bovine had caught him hiding his unfortunate hitchhiker on the run and that his fate was sealed, but once he saw where the bull was pointing at he let out an internal sigh of relief that they were just noticing the gator's clit. It was swollen, thanks to the dick giving those walls the business.

"Jus' muh love button. Big boys like me still got big packages."

"Sheesh ...wonder how many arms ya can fit in there..." The bull was about to take a closer look, much to Tuck's worry, before the carriage was shut and a gremlin-like voice called out to the apparent leader of the gang.

"'Ey boss, i' s'all clear. No sign o' dat li'l shit! Jus' a buncha food in cans!" The bovine cursed under his breath and pulled out of Tuck's window.

"Alright, Joe. Ass on th' bike, he ain't up 'ere neither...." The gator heard an affirmative "Aye" before the bikes around his truck began to roar to life. Though the bull seemed to have one last thing to offer before he actually jumped off.

"Sorry 'bout that, sir. You have a nice day. An' if ya see a li'l big-dicked sack o' shit on th' road on yer way back, gimme a holler when ya drive past mah diner, capiche?"

"Capiche, yeah. Y'all have ah good one." Tuck gave the guy a salute, and they threw it back before hopping off the stepping ledge to get back on the street. The gator heard bikes pulling off and felt with each one his heart slowly come down from his throat. He was about to take another swig of lemonade for good measure until he saw the bull being the only one left. They hadn't pulled off yet, but they seemed to have a fascination with Tuck with that intense gaze they were giving him through his windshield. Though all the gator did was wave until the bovine seemed to snap out of it and get a move on. They zoomed past the driver side, but Tuck was already bringing the window back up. And only when he felt that the motorcycles were far enough did he suddenly shriek and gush a torrent of gator slick all over his driver's seat and the floor behind his shins.

"F-fuck sake....Haven't had t' hold one in like that...in ah long time..." He sat there, recovering from the orgasm brought on by the anticipation and the seriousness of the situation he just lucked out on escaping, only to hear a lethargic grumble from his ass to bring him back to Earth. "Oh, muh bad, kid."

Tuck lifted his thigh up and reached underneath his scaley hide, finding the shoulder to the otter's shirt and pulling him out from that swampy asscrack. The poor fella was heaving for air, sweat dripping off of their form and dick drooling seed into the cup Tuck brought along for holding ice. One look to his pussy and he saw that it was drooping a bit lower. Must have nutted when Tuck got tense once the bull had started searching the cabin.

At that point, Tuck's radio began to crackle to life and he hurried to drop the otter off in his seat before he grabbed his talker and clicked it to receive his voice.

"'Ello?"

"TUCKER, WHY WAS YOUR COMMS OFFLINE!?" The loud voice of the gator's boss boomed through the radio, making him think he went deaf until he caught wind of the otter's breathing and tried to get a word in.

"Ah didn't turn muh comms off, boss...Left them on as yuh asked b'fore Ah left."

"THEN HOW COME YOU ONLY JUST NOW ANSWERED ME!? I ESTABLISHED MY CONNECTION T' YER SORRY ASS TRUCK'S RADIO THREE MINUTES AGO AND YOU FINALLY PICKED UP! YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXCUSE OR YOU'RE THROUGH!" Some days, Tuck wonders if his boss was always this cross with him because he tries to get laid by everyone but the caprine, but it was established on day 1 of the job that no one was to try and get on the boss' good books through a good time. He demanded hard work done right, and you're not getting anything done trying to fuck.

"Ah got stopped by some bikers on th' way. Didn't touch muh radio since they wanted t' search th' place fer a straggler."

"WHAT TYPE OF BULLSHIT IS THAT!? HOW DOES BEING PULLED OVER BY BIKERS MAKE YOUR RADIO STOP WORKING SO THAT I CAN'T CHECK UP ON YOU!?" While Tuck had been ready to explain again that he didn't cut his radio off, he paused.

"When did yuh say yuh tried t' check up on me?"

"THREE. FUCKING. MINUTES AGO. FOUR NOW THAT YOU FINALLY ANSWERED!"

That was all Tuck needed to confirm his suspicions, and he looked to his hud and saw his clock. Four minutes ago was 4:03, when the bikers started driving past his truck to stop him...

"Listen boss, Ah'll hurry up an' make th' delivery. Ah'll see if Ah can try an' call yuh b'fore th' bikers come back 'round fer anythin'. They mighta messed with muh truck."

"OH RIGHT, THEY HAD A COMMS JAMMER THAT MADE YOU LATE FOR A CHECKUP. YOU'RE LUCKY I GOT ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS TO CHEW OUT AND FIRE, SO YOU BETTER NOT MAKE ME COME BACK ON THIS LINE TO KICK YOUR FATASS OFF MY SHIFT LIST!" The radio made a *krrrt* which was Tuck's cue to put the talker back in its hold and keep driving. Silence floated around the cabin, and it wasn't until Tuck drove past the landmarked limits of the city of Yusps that the otter began to speak.

"Your boss sounds...nice."

"...Ah guess that's one way o' puttin' it." Not the best conversation starter, but it was better than nothing at this point.

"...Listen, you don't gotta keep helping me. I can just hitch a ride from someone else an' be outta yer hair."

"Naw...We're both in this gang's mind pretty deep, so we might as well see it through t' th' end. What's yer name, kid?" This whole time of tension from dangerous bikers and hard-ass bosses, and Tuck didn't even give the little guy some time to introduce himself before he chewed them out for their childish actions.

"T-todd."

"Well Todd, Ah'm Tucker but yuh can jus' call me Tuck. Nice t' meet yuh officially."

"Yeah."

The gator began to laugh a bit, prompting the newly named otter to join in-albeit awkwardly-and it kept the air lightened up from the thick atmosphere that the day's events. Within time, the dirt-covered roads became more populated with buildings and other cars to keep the arid region from seeming eternal and soon the pair of otter and gator were deep into the city.

All around, the citizens looked like spitting images of Tuck but as different species; either as big as him in terms of fat, big in select places rather than the whole package or just matching in height and having everything else fit. The only similarity that didn't change was everyone's junk-Tuck can see a group of pedestrians standing near each other and their bulges were soaking wet through their shorts/pants. Though, he didn't want to assume off the bat and rolled his window down. Smelling the air promoted nothing but sweet juices-from healthy diets of course-and he felt like he hit right at home.

Then he remembered Todd next to him and saw the otter looking crazed sniffing the air even from this far away.

"Sorry 'bout that kid. This city's pretty popular for...well, yuh probably smelt it already. Anyhow, jus' keep yer cool an' stay in th' truck. Second yuh go out there, Ah don't think Ah'll be able t' find where yuh end up from all that puss." Todd nodded in the affirmative but Tuck could tell he was barely holding back from running out there and claiming the first fella he could get his hands on, so the gator went ahead and rolled the window up.

But as an extra means of protection, he grabbed the otter by the arm and brought him into his lap, which brought the little guy's attention to the fact that Tuck was also equipped like the folks outside and before too long the gator felt that meaty dick take refuge inside of his cunny while he drove around. Boy could use some training but at least he can hit real deep to compensate. Their destination was another lot, but tied to a homeless shelter so that the folks who were too unfortunate to get back on their feet could at least have their end prolonged with food. Tuck was aware of the cause, but his pay didn't let him be generous.

His pussy was a different story though.

The drive for it was a good bit, so with every red light he stopped at Tuck was graced with the sensation of the otter busting his fat nut inside of that gator love tunnel and leaving behind a warm sea for the babies to splash in. Like he told Hargo, there's not gonna be any babies brewing in him from any run-of-the-mill dick, but it never hurts to treat his cunt like it was the perfect baby hole. By the time he got to the point where the dropoff was around the corner, Todd was pounding into him hard enough to be audible outside. Tuck grinned and waved at those who were eying him on the sidewalk and made sure to drive as casually as possible on his way to the lot. Thankfully it was fenced off from people who didn't belong there so long as someone who did didn't drive in so he didn't have to worry about some stragglers who wanted to make sure that he wasn't getting his pussy plowed like it were dirt to be troweled.

The manager for the deliver was standing outside, a honey badger with a cigar in his mouth. Tuck didn't get a chance to glance at their figure before he was parking towards the dropoff of the garage to the shelter so that his goods could simply be transported inside with a few doors opening. He didn't want to disrupt Todd in his horny spiel, so Tuck hurried up and tucked the little guy back into his ass so he had two reasons to snort the air and hump away.

The badger used the time the gator was distracted to come up and knock on the door, prompting the big guy to come out and carefully drop down to the pavement below while making sure Todd was allowed to stay busy. "You're late."

"Had ah hol'up on th' way here. Some bull an' his posse tryna look fer this li'l fella fer tippin' their bikes."

"Yeah yeah yeah. But you were still late getting here, so unless you want me to tell your boss that you didn't "meet my deadline", you best come up with some way to wet my whistle."

Tuck scoffed, feeling like this was more of a mob lord deal than just your average day as a delivery man, though he was on orders to not be the reason he was forgiven for being late. Before it looked like the gator wouldn't have anything to give to the badger, he begrudgingly reached down behind him to pull Todd out of his ass. The little guy had been getting real comfy sniffing his way into the gator's pucker, so it took a bit of relaxing before they were out of there and his pussy. "How's t' ah good time? Boy's hung like ah rhino."

The badger looked over that brown, cum-drooling dick, gaze dropping down to those loins that seemed almost too big for Todd to walk around with even though he seemed to have no clothes designated for the job, then sighed and held his hand out. "I'll keep 'em fer an' hour, tell your boss that you got a little extracurricular helping the bums out and let you get on your way."

"Sounds good t' me." Finally, a good word. Tuck was only a tad apprehensive handing off Todd like he was a wad of cash, and he made sure to go situate himself in his truck before he suddenly had jeopardizing second thoughts about losing out on his fun time before kicking his radio back on.

"'Ey, boss."

It took a fair minute of crackling, but soon he heard that billy goat on the other line. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?"

"Made it t' th' spot. Got th' guy's good books on-hand so Ah'll be seein' yuh soon. Ah'll do muh best t' avoid them bikers so yuh don't get worried again."

"UH-HUH. JUST HURRY YER ASS HERE WHEN YOU'RE ALL SITUATED." The line was cut and Tuck sighed. Today was turning out to be a good day and he felt like he could probably take a nap if he wanted to if he managed to wake up in time.

The second he lounged back in his seat, his eyes found the gate and he froze as he saw the biker gang's leader parked at the fence.

He tried to play it off that he didn't recognize them by seemingly "realizing" that he found his drink, but the second he looked up while chugging the last dregs of lemonade he saw them beckoning him to "come here". He shrugged himself to a disappointed stance, putting his empty jug down and getting out of his truck. Damn, guess he got caught with his pants down...well, not really since he can't even wear pants-or underwear that wouldn't tear the second he tried pulling them up those green cheeks. Anyhow, he waited for the judgment to pass as he came up to the gate and stared back at the bull.

"So ...nice day fer ah drive, right?" Tuck tried his best to deviate from the subject matter at hand but he knew the bovine wasn't having it.

"So yer a delivery gator, huh...? Must get real traffic goin' to an' fro..." That gaze never left Tuck's eyes, not even when they took their helmet off to polish it. The gator could see what he thought was a bloodstain on it and gulped as quietly as he could.

"Yep. Took after th' guy that got me int' it since he died..."

"Oh really? That's mighty honorable of ya...Say...y' wouldn't know about a place called...Hell's Grease Hog, would you?" It took Tuck a good minute of thinking to realize that the bull just named Hargolem's diner without even stuttering or looking confused that he said it. The gator's widened eyes of shock gave them the answer they were looking for, it seemed. "I thought so. Listen up, big guy. I know ya jus' wanna have an honest livin' driving yer smelly truck up an' down th' interstate. But yer playin' wit' fire gettin' tangled up with those folks."

"Why's it...matter? Ah'm not dyin', aren't Ah?" Tuck didn't feel like he was dying, just full from drinking all that lemonade which made his belly stick out towards the diamond-holed fence. The bull seemed to have an interest in the lighter scale tone and locked his gaze on the center.

Where the cum still resided.

"Oh yer deeper wit' 'em than I thought ...But, it's not too late fer ya to back out."

"Huh?" Tuck was confused. He already had the hat, he had Hargolem as a friend and some of those diner freaks as acquaintances-since he knew so little names-and he had the fellow gator's kind wishes at heart.

"All ya gotta do...is lemme nut in ya myself so yer nice an' cozy wit' mah Grease Angels."

That request ...seemed rather appealing, but then Tuck was reminded that the bovine was aware of his affiliation with Hargolem and he locked his gaze with those eyes and saw...a blank white. As if wanting to confirm the gator's suspicions, the bull grinned and showed off his sharp teeth.

"Yer a-"

"In th' flesh, big fella...Unlike that shrimp whose got ya by th' belly, me an' mah boys'll treat ya like a queen. Pussy like yers is hard t' happen 'round."

Right away, Tuck remembered those very words being uttered from Hargolem at the aftermath of all of their sex, just nearly verbatim instead of dead-on.

"Ah dunno..." The bull looked confused, so the gator continued. "Y'all seem like ah good buncha folks fer other bikers, not jus' some fat trucker."

"We'll accommodate ya. If it's feelin' at home yer worried about, I'm more than happy t'make a few...cuts...so yer settled." With the bull fiddling with the spike on his helmet, it was clear what he was implying to Tuck and he felt ice run down his spine.

"Ah'll ...think 'bout it! Yeah, Ah still gotta delivery t' finish up if yuh don't mind."

"Alright, alright. I'll let ya decide on yer own. But remember..." The bull suddenly reached down between his legs, heaving up his package while it sagged past his knees. Tuck felt like he was talking to a living breeding machine and bit his lip a little until the bovine stopped groping himself. "If ya say yes, ya get th' opportunity of gettin' a nice ole gut from a dick like mine."

"N-noted..."

"You have a good one, big boy. Don't forget 'bout mah offer." Helmet readorned on their horned head, the bull zoomed off down the street and left Tuck to gush on the ground from the suspense and being reminded that the bovine reeked of virile masculinity that they were more than happy to dish out on the gator if he joined their crew. While it sure was appealing to think of how deep that bull could dig in his honey pot, he couldn't just leave Hargolem behind. The bull had appeal, but the Grease Hog had heart and family to it....

Then upon remembering Hargolem, Tuck remembered he was supposed to be heading to an address...17405, yeah. The shelter was 17360, so he just had to find out which way was up so he could follow the way towards his new destination.

Tuck had to be careful with bumping into civilians, because besides from the orca that he nearly fell onto the ground turning into as they were coming out of a cafe he was the biggest guy on the sidewalk, and he didn't want to cause a stir in a place whose common ground was just a matter of sexual anatomy. That was a bad start to try and mingle with folks and Tuck probably wouldn't be seen as another friendly face with his lack of a get-up compared to the formally or casually dressed citizens around him.

The guy who was stuck behind his ass the whole walk to his destination sounded a little too happy to not be smelling gator musk as Tuck finally turned down into an alleyway. He paused, for the atmosphere took a drastic turn here despite the sun above and yet there was a veil of darkness around an overhead light flicking over a door like it was night time all the time in this specific spot. A lone address came in and out of sight from atop the door, "17405", and its worn state made Tuck gulp as he wondered just what Hargolem asked him to do here.

Before he took a step, he nudged a cat with his shin and jumped back in time to see a whole pack of them dispersed to nearby garbage cans and dumpsters while leaving behind a glowing red stone. For some reason, it reminded Tuck of Hargo's eyes whenever he was being a showoff, so he carefully squatted down to pick it up off the concrete and heard the door he was supposed to be going through creak open. The same strobe effect was going on inside too, for it led the way into a bathroom that Tuck thought belonged at a ...truck stop...

He clenched his fist that held the stone and slowly went inside, ignoring that not only were all the cats staring at him with amber eyes but the door slammed shut behind him the second his tail was fully inside.

The urinals were all rusted out, not even needing an "Out of Order" sign to tell any unfortunate traveler that came in that they wouldn't work. The sinks were about the same-if not worse-without any nozzles to turn the water on and broken faucets that looked like they'd shoot sewage than fresh water for someone to wash their hands. That left the toilets...which Tuck found himself hesitant to look through. Who knows what kinda disgusting mess he was gonna find in th-

Oh, it was clean.

The stall walls were devoid of graffiti or "fun time holes", the toilet glistened with a cleansed state that spoke of inactivity that would leave it most appealing to sit on, and there was a full roll of toilet paper ready for anybody to use. It was the perfect stall, like one fresh from a new truck stop opening up for those hard-working drivers going up and down the....

Thinking those words reminded Tuck of his situation and he hurriedly set himself down on the toilet to let his pussy gush into the water. Just having a glimpse of memory about that bull made his walls spasm on their own, like his muggy scent was latched onto his clit and made sure every thought of his rugged physique made the gator want to be his little hole for life. When another wave came rushing out of him, Tuck found himself thinking back to Hargolem, and all the gifts he gave to the gator. The hat that allowed him to come to the Grease Hog whenever he was allowed to, being able to chat with the demon lord without feeling like he was in danger and being so supportive of his endeavors that he wanted to make sure that Tuck kept his job.

....That's somebody he could get behind...and as if his body was being released from a giant's grip, he felt his stomach relax and a stronger wave of pussy juice fill the toilet up. Tuck wasn't even thinking of dick or stink yet here he was casually discharging barrels of slick into the poor appliance below. And when he felt it overflow, he got worried.

When he peeked down to see if the juices were getting everywhere, the stone in his hand began to burn like it were being set on a branding oven and Tuck tossed it out of his palm so his digits didn't get blisters. He heard it land in the stall next door's toilet and hoped that it'd be cool enough for his retrieval if he had to bring it with him.

Then, he heard it begin to bubble like boiling water and he felt worry settle in where relief was, feeling the toilet he was crushing with his weight frothing but not splashing him with scalding water that'd leave him feeling more dirty than being forced to sniff Hargo's ass after the chimera got fucked. The bathroom began to quake, as if the world outside was about to be left a seismic disaster and he'd be the first victim, only for the toilet over yonder to have all of its water shoot out and reach the ceiling like a volcano underwater. Tuck watched as its liquids turned from the average clear to an angry red before falling back out of sight. Then, just as he was about to ask if it was over, he felt the bathroom come to a peaceful rest....

And someone stomp their wet hoof in the stall next door.

Tuck's breath hitched and he felt his tail flag up in fear, for the figure's other foot joined in on slamming on the soiled floor...only for it to come back up.

"Ugh, what the fuck..." The voice was baritone, sounding like a dragon speaking directly against Tuck's stomach to make him vibrate all over, yet carried the same duality as Hargolem did when he was in the buff. The strange being let their foot down and soon they stepped out of the stall and stood in front of Tuck's. He had shut the door behind him in case this was a bathroom used by others, but it was slammed open by whoever appeared from next door. And he felt his cunny *squelch* at the sight.

It was a minotaur, a beast of legend made for hunting down unfortunate explorers of mazes and labyrinths or being used as a means of game when tracking down slaves while masquerading as an actual bull. But the fact that they were here in their completely red-colored body wasn't why Tuck felt him getting ready to gush again.

Their junk was a nudge from hitting the floor.

"Damn, didn't know mortals came in jumbo super-sized...." Their voice smacked into Tuck again and he silently had that orgasm that left his toilet overflowed again, bringing the hybrid's attention to his green honey pot and catching their interest. "Whoo, jumbo-sized cunt too? Hargo's really giving me a treat."

At the mention of the chimera's name, Tuck finally came back to Earth just as his mini-orgasm ended. "Wait...yuh know Hargo too?"

"Know 'em? He's my older brother."...Wow, demons were just getting more and more interesting, huh? "He runs the business of bein' a demon lord and I run the business of making the citizens of this town pregnant with my bull batter if they ever come inside. Sometimes he calls me in for a favor, which is why I'm guessing he sent you to my bathroom."

"Ah...guess?" Tuck didn't know what he was doing here, honestly. And it looks like the gator's confusion was throwing the minotaur for a loop.

"Wait, he didn't tell ya? Hold on." The big red demon came in and pulled Tuck out of the stall, the gator worried that he'd have been stuck and being proven wrong as he slid right through the doorway with a *pop*. The forced guiding didn't stop, Tuck finding himself being pushed against the stall door he hadn't bothered with and his pussy being pulled back towards the minotaur standing behind him. "When I get inside of ya, hold my horns."

"...Huh?"

"Just do it. It'll help you understand." Tuck was hesitant again, but he didn't have time to wonder if this was just some game by Hargolem to make him feel the pressure of time crunches because the chimera's brother was suddenly digging through his cunny and that guy felt like a giant. Those gator lips were stretched to their limits and perhaps a bit beyond and Tuck couldn't help the strained shout he let out by the time they got far enough to touch his cervix. "F-fuck you're a deep one...Haven't had to fit this much...in a mortal since that orca...."

"Yer...w-way too big..."

"Pffft, that's hardly a complaint-yer taking me like a champ. Now hold still." It wasn't over, for Tuck had not felt those furred hips collide with his when the initial penetration started, and he felt his pussy splash its slick all over the minotaur as they snorted and crammed as much dick as they could up into Tuck's womb. Now he could feel those dumbbell weights for nuts against his butt.

"D-done...?" Tuck felt like he was on the brink of passing out from how good it felt to have a dick explore him so deep without needing to work as hard as someone smaller, walls spasming every time that cock so much as throbbed inside of him and feeling the floor at his feet pool everything.

"Yeah. Now grab my horns and focus on a memory of Hargolem. Make sure it's nice and clear." Tuck's arms felt like jelly reaching up towards the minotaur, getting a solid grip on those appendages before his boggled mind began to focus on a good memory of the chimera. There was the obvious point where he saw the guy after he had dominated the diner with his cunny, but then he had been livid with the gator at that point of time so he delved a little earlier than that....

Oh! When he first saw them as their true form; that dragon head, gator body and goat legs as thick as a kangaroo's. The second he let it become clearer, he heard a voice in his head.

"...really ought to see if I can get Randy back in my books. I know he misses ...Oh, hello Tucker! I was just talking about you! I see you've met my brother!" The mental image began to speak these words out, so Tuck realized why the imagery was so important for doing this.

"Hargo? This really works?"

"You're coming through clear as day, yes. And seeing as you've found my brother's hideout in one piece, I can happily tell you that he's yours to keep."

"Wait...keep?" Tuck was confused. Didn't Hargolem care about how his brother looked like he was at his lowest simply taming anybody that happened upon this bathroom-which looked rare considering how the sinks and urinals looked?

"Oh yes. I was alerted that the Grease Angels were on about a "potential new mortal" and guessed they meant you since you were heading that way."

"Yuh know about those guys?"

"It's a long story, so buckle up."

Tuck was about to say for sure, but then a throb from the minotaur reminded the gator that he had an otter to pick up in twenty minutes and he knew he'd be cutting corners trying to make that crunch work. "Actually, can yuh give me th' short version? Ah gotta get back around there soon 'r muh boss'll have muh hide."

"Fair enough, I don't want to lose you to unemployment more than I don't want to lose you to those gnarly Angels."

"Yeah, what's their make 'bout?"

"The long story involves a lot of details about archangels so I'll keep to your request on keeping things brief. The old story about how there's seven levels of Hell makes this simpler to understand; I run the fourth, or middle, level with my diner Hell's Grease Hog. Grymslow-the architect behind the Grease Angels-runs the sixth. His presence is a lot more...foreboding on a bad day and seductive on a good one, so a run in with him is more than likely to leave a bigger mark than my own."

"Ah see...." So that's why every thought about that bovine had Tuck ready to gush on the spot. That voice, that body, that junk ...well, not really the junk anymore since Hargo's brother was quickly remedying that issue with his own bigger endowment.

"So yes, if you've encountered him and he didn't kill you, then most likely he'll want to have you for himself despite the fact that you're under my wing. He tends to...steal any demon lord's catches that aren't from the seventh and most powerful level of Hell so do be careful on your way home. I fear he might come after you strong, especially with how gifted you are."

That proud feeling was back, but the seriousness of the situation was making Tuck worry. "Gifted? Ah'm just a gator wit' ah thick pussy. From th' looks o' it, Gryms has this whole city down 'ere under his control an' e'eryone Ah've seen is just as packed as Ah am. How am Ah so special?"

"Do you remember me telling you that pussy like yours is hard to come by?"

And right on time, the bull's retelling of that very phrase came to mind. "Yeah...?"

"Well, that's because it's prime Demon Tamer pussy now. You not only survived my level of Hell without breaking but also took control of the situation and nearly took me over with that cunt of yours. Had we both not fallen and I first, you would be the demon lord here."

Tuck took that info in with a surprised expression that not even the minotaur's bored humps could shake off. So he was something special to these demons, huh? He eyed his clit, watching it shine in the light and seemingly reach out towards the floor with the hybrid busy trying to keep the connection going for the gator.

"So...that means that bull wants me fer himself..."

"To take control of the rest of the levels so he can contest the seventh." Piecing it together sounded more like a suicide mission than a revelation.

"Ah think Ah'm gonna be sick..."

"Please don't. It's already gonna be a bitch getting all of your slick off the floor if I get called back in here." Hargo's brother chimed in, reminding Tuck that the big guy was definitely still inside of him making sure that womb of his still had big meat in it.

"Don't fret, my dear Tucker. I'm making sure every step to prevent the Angels from taking you is being taken. You have my brother, you have my gifts and you have my word that you are able to tame demons with that pussy of yours between your legs."

"What does yer brother bring t' th' table though?"

"Have you thought of Grymslow at all and felt the need to grovel and climax by just thinking of his face since you've encountered my brother?" ...No...No he has not. And trying to do so now left Tuck calm.

"...Naw, Ah'm fine."

"Good good. He is supposed to help you stay calm so you can make it home safely. The bull won't give up past then so he's to stay with you until this whole mess blows over. He can be your own personal fuckbuddy if you want to think about how it all works."

"Just don't expect me to wear a maid outfit in your house, tubby." The minotaur's thrusts kept their monotonous pace up, keeping Tuck nice and stable with his chat with Hargo.

"And with that, I must leave you. As you said, you're on a crunch and you must not get fired. I can stay in touch with you through my brother, but I can't lend a hand other than words if the Angels find out where you live and strike there. Be safe, Tuck. The sanctity of Hell rides on your shoulders."

The gator felt the connection drop like a call and he let go of the minotaur's horns just in time to feel him shoot spunk in his love hole. Right away, the swirling red glow that had grown brighter with contact from Hargolem's blood brother got stronger and stronger until it was shining like a searchlight against the stall door. Tuck's belly began to grow, leaving him feeling sluggish as his gut drooped towards the floor and slowly covered up the sight of those mino-balls hanging outside of his honey pot.

"Ahhh...been a little too long since I got to bust into some pussy...Anyway, that should help keep Grymslow out of your head and out of your cunt for a good while in case I can't just be inside of you. That fleabag can make anyone within a 20 mile radius that thinks of him soil themselves on the spot."

"Just from ah thought...?"

"That's the power of Hell, baby. Anyway, let's get a move on. You gotta get home so I can keep you safe." The minotaur pulled out, nothing but gator juice squirting out after him as he let his dick hang out towards the door. Tuck needed a minute to make sure he could still walk before following after them.

One thing he noticed now that he was out of the bathroom was that the cats that had been crowding around the alley were gone, not one trace of them left for Tuck to spot. This seemed to bother the minotaur-who took the form of a brown-furred bull to blend in with the normal crowd with a loincloth to hide his junk from the pussy-endowed pedestrians-and his concerned gaze fell to Tuck.

"Were you followed to my bathroom?"

Tuck shook his head. "Naw, Ah came alone after Ah dropped To-"

The second that otter came to mind, Tuck froze and his face drained of color. With all this talk about demons and being hunted by one, he forgot that he left the little guy with his delivery spot's manager as a free lay to get over his tardiness. Right away, the disguised demon caught wind of Tuck's mistake and shook him out of his stupor.

"Hey, big fat and juicy. Aren't we heading that way anyway? Pretty sure we'd be able to see if he was caught by them when we get there." That seemed to do the trick and the panic that welled within Tuck was shaken off.

"Oh yeah ...forgot muh truck was there too. Sorry, been ah long day."

"Gonna be a longer night then..."

Tuck didn't like that one bit but he made sure that it didn't come to a waste as the two got walking. His fatter belly got eyes to look at it, but the civilians thankfully didn't cause a ruckus. However, that didn't mean all was well. Every time a motorcycle was in the area, the "bull" pulled Tuck into hiding until the engine was not within earshot before they went on. The third time was when Tuck caught on that if Grymslow ran this city then he'd have some of his Angels stationed here to cut off anyone trying to get the gator out of here. The anticipation of a run-in made the big guy shudder, but the demon was there to calm him with a flick of his clit or a quick smack on the ass that made the sweat there bounce with his cheeks. Soon, they finally got around to the homeless shelter and Tuck was just in time to see that stern badger step out with Todd in hand.

The former looked satisfied but the latter looked like he had been through a long night of drinking and had his hangover kick in. As soon as Tuck got in the lot, the otter was given to him and the badger paused as he caught sight of the "bull".

"Friend of yours?" Tuck nearly said no, but cut himself off before he offended the minotaur here to help him.

"Y-yeah. He helped me get familiar wit' th' city when Ah firs' started comin' 'round 'ere."

"He was a nice little tourist to help out. I remember him asking if everybody that lived here had a pussy and if there were women here that had dicks. Never let me answer him before he was asking other stuff." Tuck knew that wasn't true, but judging from how "casual" the demon was trying to be he decided to just nod and play the dumb gator card.

"I'll bet." Wew, the badger bought that garbage- "New folks aren't used to the idea of a city full of guys with pussies, so I can understand how someone who looks like a resident would be confused."

"Heheh...yeah..." Tuck rubbed the back of his neck to really sell the bashful look and it nailed the hammer in the coffin.

"Anyway, I told your boss you're heading out now. If you bring that little guy back around here, I might consider letting him be staff here so he doesn't need to leave. He might be a bit young when it comes to the work but he learns...quick." A lick of those badger lips seemed to trigger a shudder in the barely conscious otter, so Tuck took their word for it and nodded.

"Ah'll be sure t' keep that in mind. See ya around." Hopefully. The badger gave him a saluting departure, disappearing into the building with a noticeable limp and the "bull" nudged Tuck's gut.

"Nice save. Thought you'd blow that thinking of the little guy's dick."

"'Ey, Ah know how t' act sneaky."

"Definitely a lot better than how you were when we were getting up here. Now let's get outta here, a change of scenery is nice." The "bull"'s words hit home and Tuck adjusted his hold on Todd's arm so he didn't pull anything out of place while they got into the truck. Tuck went ahead and let his new demon partner take the passenger seat and put Todd in their lap before shutting it behind them before going up to his driver. When he opened the door, he was surprised to find the disguised minotaur glaring over his shoulder. He looked back...

And saw Grymslow staring into his soul with those white eyes before driving off..

Shit.