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The fleet sailed on, and while most people relaxed, secure in the knowledge they were nearly back to Earth, Admiral Maya was busy as usual. She'd been overseeing Cletus' training personally, and today was no exception. She was in the gym presently, teaching him Canid MMA fighting when Vice Admiral Karen interrupted them on internal comms.

"Admiral Maya to the bridge!" Karen repeated.

"Alrahght take a break while Ah see what s' about." Maya told Cletus, then pressed a button on the wall; "S' this about hun, Ah'm busy."

"Yes Admiral but you asked to be informed when we arrived in-system, and well, we just passed Sol-9 and I issued fleetwide orders to slow to 2x lightspeed." Karen replied.

"Alrahgt Ah'm on mah way." Maya replied. then to Cletus; "Git dressed an' return t' yer normal duties we kin pick this up later." (they were in their underwear for the lesson).

"Thank you, Admiral." Cletus said. He proceeded to get dressed, as Admiral Maya hastily did the same. Needless to say Maya finished first, and was well on her way to the Bridge by the time Cletus finished.

"Admiral on the Bridge" Karen announced as Maya helped her down from the huge command chair, snapping everyone to attention.

"As ya were." Maya said, taking her seat. "Status report."

"The fleet is now passing Sol 5, ma'am." Molly informed.

"All systems nominal." Belle reported from the bridge engineering station.

"Picking up a lot of comms chatter, ma'am." Erika informed. "Looks like they know we're here."

"Two hundred fifty Lee-Class battlecruisers breaking Sol-3 orbit on an intercept course ma'am. Sensors show shields and weapons online."

"We're being hailed ma'am." Erika added."

"Shields up, an' put 'em through." Maya said.

"Done ma'am." came the replies.

an instant later the bridge of the lead ship appeared on the main window-viewscreen.

"S' Admiral Maya a' the Avengin aces." Maya said. "Y'all 'spectin someone else?"

"Thank god its you, Admiral." the captain, a slightly obese blonde woman with a heavy Tennesee accent replied. "Forgive the less than warm welcome, with what the Xians did, I'm shure you understand."

"Shure 'nuff." Maya said, nodding to Callie to lower the shields. "X won' be givin ya n'more trouble thats fer shure."

"Glad to hear it, Admiral." the captain replied. "We're heading out into deep space now, so contact C.S.S. Dixieland for orbital traffic control...C.S.S. Texas out." The screen went blank and returned to window function after that, and Maya issued appropriate orders, and the fleet came out of hyperspace behind Earth's moon, allowing all the humans among them a spectacular view of the Earth from space as the ships executed deceleration and orbital insertion maneuvers.

For the humans of the fleet, they were home at last. But for Admiral Maya, the day had just begun. She had a lot of work to do, including personally delivering letters shed written to the families of the 600 who didnt make it home, and as such she'd be taking her "Admiral's Yahct" down to Richmond shortly, and go from there.

While Her Admiral's Yahct was being prepped, Maya watched a news report on the main window-viewscreen, as Erika had locked in on the frequency, tuning the comm system to intercept the broadcast.

(Newscast) "In our top story this morning (3am), it would appear that Admiral Maya, a mercenary hired to lead a fleet to stop the Xians five years ago, and her fleet, have finally returned. Those flashes you may have seen if you happened to be looking outside moments ago were confirmed to be ships dropping out of hyperspace. In the top right corner of your screen now is a recording of the flashes in case you missed it. We have just recieved word that captain Janette Mathews of the Confederate Battlecruiser C.S.S. Texas has been in contact with Admiral Maya, and recieved confirmation the Xian threat has been eliminated. We dont have any further details on the matter, however Confederate White House correspondants have indicated President Chloe Landry may be meeting with Admiral Maya later this afternoon.

"In other news, the presidential primaries are set to get underway tomorrow, and President Landry has indeed confirmed she will be running for re-election, in what would be her 3rd and final 6-year term.

Meanwhile our corporate sponsor, AMD electronics, has made contact with company owner Karen Leddoux, and we go now to a live feed of that conversation, between our corporate sponsor, and the C.S.S. Jefferson Davis.

The feed cuts to black then switches to a splitscreen view of Karen-X on one side, and an AMD affiliate on the other.

"As I mentioned in my email." Karen-X beagan; "Circumstances have now permitted me to take my place in the AMD mansion, and administrate the company in person rather than through an appointed administrator as it has been until now.

Maya stopped watching shortly thereafter, as Karen informed her that her Admiral's Yahct was ready to go, and as such she set out for the lower decks, to board the small vessel, and make her way down to the planet. She stopped by her cabin to change into her fancier Admiral's fatigues (full dress honors version) on her way of course. Normally Vice Admiral Karen would accompany her, similarly attired, along with Tom, Hank, Kayla who would be at the helm, and Belle who would take the engineering station. But in this case, Karen-X would be going, while Karen stayed behind to keep an eye on things in case the temporary relief crew had any problems.

Meanwhile, with Maya's permission, Cletus had beamed over to the Vassilev, and would be riding second seat in a Phoenix Mk V, with Yuri, who wanted to take Cletus to see his brother Alexei about getting a feral husky bitch as he had promised to do.

Captain Dimitri Poloniev saw to Yuri and Cletus' departure personally, and in doing so handed Cletus a letter that would serve as temporary travel papers, since he'd obviously been away from Earth too long to have proper ones prepared.

Meanwhile, Maya's "Admiral's yahct" descended through the atmosphere. They'd just cleared the thermosphere moments ago, and were now in contact with the control tower at former Richmond International Airport, which had become Richmond Intergalactic Spaceport during the years Maya and her fleet were in the Expanse.

"Excalibur One, continue decent to two five thousand and hold at the outer marker." the tower said.

"Wilco, Richmond Spaceport." Maya replied, nodding to Kayla who made the necessary adjustments to their flightpath immediately.

Kayla had little trouble ''parking'' the ship in a holding pattern with various other spacecraft and atmospheric jetliners as they awaited their clearance to land. The control tower called them off, assigning runways to each as they became avalible, and finally, after what felt like an eternity; "Excalibur One, you're cleared to land, turn right bearing 145 and make your approach on runway 7-B"

"Wilco Richmond Tower." Maya replied. "Kayla, take us down."

"Yes ma'am." Kayla replied, and set about bringing the ship in for landing. Small as it was compared to Excalibur, the Admiral's Yahct was still big enough it needed a pretty big runway. anything big enough for a 777 or airbus A380 would be sufficient, with ample safety margin.

Meanwhile Yuri and Cletus touched down in St Petersburg without incident, and after taxiing to clear the runway, onto one of the secondary taxiways and finally to the maintenence/parking hangars, Yuri shut down the engines and hit the cockpit release.

The sudden inrush of cool air came as a surprise for Cletus. Being used to a warmer climate, it nipped at the flesh of his face a bit, but was nothing he couldn't handle. After a few minutes of being outside the warm cockpit, his body had adjusted to the change in temperature, and while he still perefered warmer weather, he wasnt really uncomfortable either.

Cletus showed Captian Poloniev's letter to airport security on their way inside, and Yuri rented a car from the airport. Soon enough they were well on their way.

It was a short drive to Alexei's place, but Cletus was taking in all the sights at any rate. He'd served with Russian cosmonauts on the ISS years ago, before the failed engine test had stranded him, of course, but it occured to him he'd never actually been to Russia before today. The same explorer spirit that made him join CJPSA all those years ago piqued his interest now as he gazed out at unfamiliar architecture and a landscape very different from the one he knew well.

"It is good to be home!" Yuri remarked. "I never doubted Admiral Maya, comrade, but there are times I wondered if I would ever see it again."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Cletus said.

Yuri parked the car at last, and Cletus followed him up to the house. They could hear a great many feral canines barking already, and Cletus' well attuned zoophile nose told him several were in full standing heat.

Alexei greeted them at the door, and hugged Yuri warmly as they exchanged excitement at seeing eachother again. Then, Yuri introduced Cletus, and to Cletus' surprise, Alexei knew of him.

"The Confederate test pilot?" Alexei said. "I thought you were killed in an engine malfunction."

(((Molly's UT imbedded in Cletus' collar let them understand eachother perfectly)))

"It was a radiation flare." Cletus said. "I was stranded on a rogue planet for years after the accident." he paused then, "But I'm not CJPSA anymore. I'm a merc now, serving under Admiral Maya."

"Yes, I heard on the news the mission went well." Alexei said. "Thank your Admiral for me when you get back." he paused then "Well dont stand out there all day, come inside, and let us have Vodka while Natacia gets breakfast ready."

"Thank you." Cletus said, following Yuri and Alexei inside. "So what brings you all the way out here?" Alexei asked, leading them to the den. He motioned for them to take seats around the fireplace then set about pouring their drinks.

"Yuri and I are good friends, and well, I am a zoophile." Cletus said. "Yuri invited me to come with him to visit you, and said you could help me out. I was mated to a beautiful Siberian Husky girl before the accident...and I was hoping to find love on this visit."

"Then you are very fortunate, comrade!" Alexei handed them their drinks and joined them , taking the remaining armchair as he spoke. "My girls are very affectionate."

"I'm glad to hear it!" Cletus said, smiling. He took a swig of his drink, and commented; "Ahh that's the good stuff."

"Finest Vodka in all Mother Russia." Alexei replied. "Only the best to celebrate my brother returning home."

"Not everyone was so lucky." Yuri said, taking a swig of his own drink.

"Yes I heard about that." Alexei said. "It is fortunate the fleet did not lose more. This Admiral Maya must be something." He took a long drink after that.

"Yes, she is a brilliant strategist." Yuri said. "And she plays chess."

"Mind if I smoke?" Cletus asked, taking another drink before he spoke.

"Not at all." Alexei said. Cletus reached into his pocket to fish out his pack and lighter, but before he could finish, Alexei slid a pack of a brand he'd never heard of across the coffee table to him. "Help yourself comrade." he said.

The cigarettes were a locak brand, Ziganov, (classic flavor) which Cletus had never tried before. He lit one up, and took a deep puff as he slid the pack back to Alexei. The taste was a good deal bolder than the Marlboro 27's he was accustomed to, but certainly not unpleasant. In fact he found the potent flavor very enjoyable.

"Very interesting flavor." Cletus remarked. "They're bolder than my marlboro's, but in a good way."

"You have very good taste, comrade." Alexei said.

Cletus and Yuri took turns telling Alexei about life in the fleet, after that.

Cletus had only just finished his cigarette, and drained the last of his glass of Vodka, when Natacia came in to inform them breakfast was ready.

Alexei introduced her to Cletus, and Yuri explained why he was here, and then they all followed her to the dining table, where four settings had been prepared.

Meanwhile, having landed without incident, Maya and those with her had checked into the spaceport's hotel, as President Landry had already booked the executive suites for them.

Maya considered the lavish accomodations a waste of money, of course, but as captain Mike put it, She was a hero now. they all were, whether they liked it or not, and as such, the lavish acommodations was just something that couldnt be helped.

Kayla on the other hand, was loving every second of it. "Come on Maya, relax a little." she said. "You did it, we completed our mission and you got the fleet home. It wont make you look weak to take a little time for yourself to celebrate."

"All Ah need's a really good soapy enema an' a hot shower." Maya said. "Ah don' need all this stuff."

"Even so, it wouldn't hurt to enjoy the accomodations honey." Tom said. "My flight to Tenessee doesnt leave until midnight, so I can help you with your needs after your meeting with President Landry, but in the meantime I want you to relax."

"Fair enuff." Maya relented.

Meanwhile, after breakfast, Cletus and Yuri offered to help Alexei tend to his large breeding pack. Cletus hoped to use the opportunity to see each of their unique personalities, and in doing so, help him to find his new mate.

To begin with, Cletus went about the task simply fulfilling the job, as Yuri and Alexei did. All the while trying to hide the fact the sweet estrus scent of several very attractive females had him pitching a rather large tent in his pants.

Noticing Cletus trying to hide his erection, Alexei said; "Feel free to be yourself comrade! You are first Confederate I have met."

Hearing that, Cletus unzipped his fly, freeing his sizeable uncircumcised cock to see if any of the girls were interested. To his delight, nearly all the girls took turns sniffing and licking his raging hardon.

Cletus was quick to return the favor of course., taking his time to sniff each girl's fluffy butt, and giving their puffy estrus swollen (Y) and canine anus each a courtesy lick as he went. He took his time, savoring the wonderful scents, and the feel of their healthy fluffy fur in his hands. It was almost too much. He nearly lost it many times just from the scents alone, and it took all his self control not to make love to the girls on the spot when they flagged him in response to his sniffing.

"Haha, how does it smell comrade!" Alexei remarked. "I see this is zoophile dating."

"Very nice." Cletus said. "You have some very beautiful healthy girls here Alexei." Cletus remarked.

"It is not just zoophiles." Yuri said. "I seen Sentient canines in the fleet do it too. It is a greeting. their version of a handshake."

One of the girls licking his cock rather enthusiastically finally pushed him over the edge and Cletus blew his load right there on the spot.

"Yeah she's the one." Cletus said. "So perfect."

"Not that one." Alexei said. "Sorry comrade, but that red and white one is my Svelka, my den mother."

"No I meant the grey "silver" and white girl next to her." Cletus said. Alexei's comment had set off his zoodar however, so he asked; "Have you been with her? Svelka, I mean?"

"Anal once." Alexei said. "Natacia was visiting her mother, and I was drunk...I will say this though comrade, it is a lot hotter and tighter than any human girl I ever been with."

"Yeah that's for sure." Cletus said. "And so much nicer smelling too."

They made idle conversation as they worked after that, and when they finally finished, and went back inside, Alexei showed Cletus and Yuri to the guest rooms they'd be staying in for the duration of shore-leave, and Cletus used the time afterward to get to know his new girl, as the two of them cuddled on the bed.

meanwhile, Maya was growing increasingly frustrated. "Screen on, Display local news." she repeated for the fifth time. She'd rechecked her UT was functioning, and found nothing wrong.

"Fuckin piece a' junk." Maya said, taking her comunicator out. "Maya t' Excalibur." she barked, clearly annoyed.

"Go ahead Admiral." Vice Admiral Karen replied.

"Fer all the lavish accomodations ya'd reckon they'd give us a workin tv." Maya said. "Kin ya beam down an' fix it?"

"I am not comfortable leaving the temps in charge just yet." Karen said. "Thye're still having a little trouble with the helm. I will send Grace or Tina down at the earliest opportunity though."

"Understood." Maya said.

"And try to relax, Admiral." Karen said. "Excalibur out." the communicator fell silent as the link was closed.

Meanwhile, Karen-X was in a meeting at AMD headquarters, discussing computer designs for a new starship design. The new Titan class ships currently in development. The Confederate Air Force had the first prototype nearly complete, and all that really remained was the electronics work.

"The biggest problem is the need to cool the superconductive elements. " one executive said.

"So we do not use them." Karen-X said. "If we use this element (shows the Canid equivalent of periodic table with several hundred elements still unknown to earth, one of them circled.), we can extrude nanofibres superconductive at room temperature to fascilitate communication between Earth computers and the crystal based control systems in the hyperspace generators."

"WHere to we find this element?" another executive asked.

"You are probably unaware of this, but you have it already. The element can be extracted from volcanic rock using a pulse-modulated laser." Karen-X said.

meanwhile

Grace beamed down moments later and it didnt take her long to disassemble the tv. The sexy spaniel took her time testing each component, probing circuit pathways and ultimately finding nothing wrong.

"There is physically nothing wrong with the TV, Admiral. It should function perfectly." Grace said, quickly reassembling the TV. "Show me the problem."

Maya repeated her earlier order, and of course nothing happened.

"It dont work that way, honey." Tom said, noticing what Maya was doing wrong now that he wasn't busy having some shower fun with Belle.

"He's right, Admiral, I found no voice command module." Grace said.

"Try this, my love." Tom said, handing her the remote.

The device was tiny and cramped, making it nearly impossible for Maya's large furry hands to operate properly. Eventually she managed to get it to work however, and at last sat down to watch the news.

"Not a word a' this t' anybody." Maya said sternly. "Ah mean it, princess. If'n Ah fahnd out y' told anyone, ya'll be cleanin the latrines fer a week. Same goes fer all a' ya." "Yes Admiral." Grace and the others replied.

Grace returned to Excalibur shortly thereafter.

After watching the news, Maya glanced at the clock, and saw she had just enough time to stop bt the hair salon (Belle's suggestion) before she had to meet with President Landry.

As usual, she went into the salon completely nude, thinking nothing of it as that was normal aboard Excalibur. To her surprise however she got a lot of strange looks from the people inside. They were all too polite to say anything, but it was hard not to notice the odd looks.

"Jus' a quick trim." Maya told the stylist. "Reckon Ah'll jus' lie down here on the floor sence yer chairs don' look lahk they'd support mah weight, an' they don' recline right anyway." With that she drpooed to the floor on her back, pulled her knees up to her chest, and held them with both hands while making sure her tail was out of the way.

"I thought you wanted a trim." the stylist said.

"Shure 'nuff." Maya said, "See the dingleberries 'round mah butt, an' the yellow fur round mah honeypie."

"Thats gross." the stylist said. "I'm not a groomer. I dont even have the proper gloves."

"Ah'm not contagious.' Maya said. "C'mon, jus' a quick trim. Ah'm meetin with President Landry half an hour from now."

"Y-You're Admiral Maya!" the stylist said. "That changes things." and with that she set to work without a second thought.

While she was working however, a brawny Texan man came in to pick up his wife, and in the process got treated to a very enticing view of Maya showing all. Needless to say he immediately pitched a tent and couldn't look away. He stared transfixed at the naked battlescarred kuvasz, mentally masturbating as he thought of all the things he could do with her if he had her alone.

"Michael you pervert!" his wife shouted, slapping his face. "Its not nice to stare."

"Such a beautiful lovegoddess." the man replied. "Sorry honey, I cant help admiring beauty."

"She's not even human, you pervert!" the wife remarked.

"So what, you like letting our Bernese Mountain Dog have your butt." the man replied.

"That's different." the wife remarked.

"Ah don' see whats the big deal." Maya said. " 's the harm in lookin. Aint lahk he's humpin mah butt 'er nothin. Heck, he ain't even give me a courtesy sniff."

"see I told you." the man said.

"Shut up and lets go home, pervert." the wife remarked.

When the stylist finally finished, Maya got dressed, and headed outside, where a limo was waiting to take her to meet with the president.

Maya was reluctant to get into the car, concerned her weight would be a problem, but the driver holding the door aleviated her concerns.

"No worries Miss Dawn, We had the frame custom built, with a reinforced suspension, and a custom built nitrous blown turbocharged 16 cylinder, 800 horsepower engine matched to a custom transmission just for this meeting." the driver said.

"Fair 'nuff." Maya said, climbing into the car at last. "An' crank up the AC, 's scorchin out here."

"No problem." the driver said. He closed the door once Maya was seated, went around to the drivers door and got in. The interior lights dimmed as the big heavy batteries struggled to crank the high compression engine. The driver pumped the pedal as the engine coughed and sputtered struggling to get enough fuel for a moment, before firing off with a distinctive throaty roar. Once it was idling however, the exhaust was much quieter. The quadruple high efficiency mufflers and thick interior insulation making for a very quiet ride. Outside, the sound as they drove away was noticeably throaty, and heavy with turbo whine, but not at all unpleasant.

It wasn't all that long of a drive to the Confederate White House, but nonetheless the driver pressed s button opening a small compartment, offering Maya refreshments. To his surprise, Maya declined the fancy carbonated stuff, opting for a glass of ice water, and chasing it with a shot of everclear. To the driver's inquiry, she said simply; "Mah megacolon makes me gassy enuff, ah' don' need t' add t' it with fancy fizzy stuff, sahdes ah aint one fer fruity stuff."

"Perfectly understandable." the driver said. "I breed feral kuvaszok in my off hours, and the majority of them have congenital megacolon as well." "Yer zoo?" Maya asked. "Ah'm omni mahself. Ah reckon Doc Natalie's serum 's in common use here."

"No, I mean I raise them." the driver said, embarassed. "I'm not zoo, but the things I've done out of necessity one might think I was. I'm actually gay though."

"Ah always b'leave love knows no bounds." Maya said.

It wasn't long after that, they passed through a series of security checkpoints, and soon the driver parked the car. He let the engine idle for a minute to cool down, then finally turned off the ignition, and held the door for Maya.

A pair of men in Confederate grey buisness suits, Fedora's and dark sunglasses led Maya to meet with the president. Maya reasoned these two were part of some clandestine organization tasked with safeguarding the president, judging by their attire, and their quiet and efficient way of doing things.

After passing through a final security checkpoint, Maya was led inside the meeting room.

"Madame president, Admiral Maya Dawn, as you requested." one of the "Men in Grey" said. He paused, then; "Admiral Maya, President Chloe Landry."

The strong looking Cajun woman was very attractive, Maya noted as they shook hands. But what truly surprised her was the Confederate President had a very firm grip compared to most human females.

After the handshake, President Landry surprised Maya, by sniffing her butt (clothed). Maya of course wasted no time returning the favor. With that done, Maya said, "s' nice t' meet ya in person madam president."

"Likewise Admiral." President Landry replied. "Before we begin, Ah wanted t' let ya know that yer money has already been released from Escrow. An' there's a nice bonus fer bringin back A Xian ship an' s' many POW's too."

"Glad t' hear it." Maya said. "S' gonna be a big help."

"In that case how would ya like another contract." President Landry said. "Ah'm s'posed ta meet with Queen Molly 'bout a month from now, an' seein how ya handled the Xians, Ah'd like t' book passage aboard Excalibur."

"We're a war ship, not a starliner ma'am." Maya replied.

"Exactly my point." President Landry said. "From what Ah've seen, space's a dangerous place, an if'n some alien prick wants t' take a shot at me, well, ah'd feel a lot safer havin Excalibur's firepower. Sahdes, Ah'll make it worth it. How's double yer standard fee sound."

"Yer on." Maya said.

"Thank you, Admiral." President Landry said. "Now that thats outta the way, s' git down t' buisness. Ah got a lot Ah wanna discuss, an' then Ah wanna talk 'bout our new Titan class ships...er more specifically hirin ya t' escort the firs' on its maiden voyage."

And so the meeting officially began.

Meanwhile

One of the temp crew were still having difficulties with the helm. Vice Admiral Karen worked to help sort it out.

"Like that?" the young blonde Florida girl asked.

"No, you're still overcompensating." Karen said. Here, put your hands on mine."

"Okay now what." the girl said doing as Karen asked. "ohh your fur is so soft, Vice Admiral!"

"Yes I condition it regularly, thank you for noticing." Karen said. "But focus on the task at hand. Now, feel how I manipulate the controls.

"Good." Karen said. Now for the RCS pedals." Without another word she sat down in the girl's lap and placed her feet atop the girl's on the RCS pedals.

"Ooh your butt feels nice, Vice Admiral. So warm and fluffy." the girl remarked.

"Focus!" Karen reminded. "Now pay attention. I am going to shift our orbit higher then lower and then return to station keeping. Feel and take note of how much I move the controls. How much throttle to apply, and which RCS pedal to apply during which point in the maneuvers.

Karen completed a series of maneuvers, then said, Alright, now you try it. Do not worry I will correct for it if you mess up."

The girl did as Karen asked, and then Karen remarked; "Much better, but you are still overcompensating. Feather the throttles on the left and right engines while keeping the center even, to fine tune your maneuvers. Lets try that again.

This time the girl got it right, and completed the maneuvers by at last putting the ship back into geosyncronous orbit, maintaining station keeping.

Excellent." Karen said, getting up from the girl's lap, and once more having the temporary comm officer pick her up and put her in the much too large for her command chair.

Meanwhile

After some time cuddling getting to know eachother, Cletus made love to his new girl repeatedly in every hole. He saved anal for last of course, as Maya had taught him that was the canine way of showing true love, rather than simply mating. They were both so vocal (Cletus praising how wonderful she was< and her howling, yipping and pleasuregrowling) that they could be heard throughout the house.

Later at dinnertime, Alexei commented how they must have really enjoyed eachother, adding that he'd never managed to make Natacia that vocal. He asked Cletus what his secret was.

"Its a matter of anatomy." Cletus said. "Anatomical differences make bitches feel greater pleasure, and the internal anatomy is also why bitches squirt so much."

"You are very interesting man, comade." Alexei said. "I have to admit when I got Yuri's comm saying he would be bringing a Confederate friend, you are not what I expected."

"The space race is over, my friend." Cletus said. "Yuri has taught me some of your culture, perhaps I could clear up some of your misconceptions about Confederates in return."

"well there was one thing I always wondered." Alexei said. "I always thought Americans were full of themselves thinking their way is best. But Confederacy is different than that from what I hear."

"Yeah." Cletus said. "We Confederates are more enlightened than that. We know our way is not the only way, and we respect other cultures. To do otherwise would be as bigotrous and oppresive as the tyrants we fought to be rid of."

"I told you so honey." Natacia said. "I used to be an airline pilot remember. I've been to Dixie. What Cletus says is more or less the impression I got from everyone I met."

Later...

Once the official buisness was concluded, Maya delivered the experiences of the fleet all those years in the Expanse, from her perspective. She explained things in great detail, telling it as it was, without sugarcoating anything. When she finished, she added, "We won, but it cost us... The fleet ain't quite the same 'thout 'em."

"Its a miracle ya didn' lose more people." President Landry said.

"Ah've written letters t' their families, Ah'll be deliverin pers'nally when we're done here." Maya said.

"We have that in common." President Landry said. "In yer place, Ah'd do the same." she paused then, "Jus' one more thang, Admiral. Have ya decided on a pose fer yer statue?"

"What statue?" Maya asked. "Ah don' need a statue."

"Nevertheless, Ah'm havin one made." President Landry said. "Yer gonna stand beside the greats, like General Lee, Stonewall Jackson, J.E.B. Stuart, an' Jefferson Davis." "Fair enuff." Maya said. "How bout in mah command chair on the bridge."

"Have ya got a picture?" President Landry asked.

"Ah'll have Vice Admiral Karen email ya one." Maya said.

"Very well, Ah reckon we're done here. Have a pleasant evening, Admiral." President Landry said.

"Likewise Madam President." Maya returned.

The meeting ajourned, the "Men In Grey" led Maya back out to the limo, which returned her to the hotel in short order.

Shortly after arriving back at the hotel, Tom joined Maya in the shower to make good on his promise.

having never experienced such posh accomodations before, Maya didn't know what to do with half the things she saw. Tom explained what everything was of course, but still it seemed strange. On top of that, everything was way too small.

"Ah reckon all that stuff works fer Belle, sence she's about yer size hun, but Ah don' see how Ah'm s'poseta even fit in that shower stall." Maya remarked

"Bend over honey." Tom said. "Get on all fours, and get your top half in the shower first, then turn around to get the rest. Only way I can see to make it fit."

"Yeah Ah reckon so." Maya said. " 'D May git that enema hose Ah wanted?"

"May and Adult Sarafina got back an hour before you did, my love." Tom said. "They got one of the shower kits with some extra fittings and hose extention to make it long enough." Tom said. "I helped them try it out. it works, but its slow going. there just isn't enough flow here like there is on Excalibur."

"Reckon we better git started then." Maya said., dropping to hands and knees and lifting her tail as she backed into the shower. She just could get her big furry rump inside, and Tom still have room to work.

"One more thing, honey." Tom said, as he rubbed his soapy hands all over Maya's huge richly pigmented canine anus. He stuck a soapy hand inside to rub more soap around for lube, then continued; "Vice Admiral Karen will be going with you to deliver the letters. " With that, he formed a cone shape with the fingers and thumb of his right hand, and shoved it up the kuvasz' huge canine shithole alongside the shower nozzle easily and set about his work. Maya relaxed completely, letting out a flood of dirty water and a few huge hard marbles and giving him a lot of room to work. Nonetheless, knowing how backed up Maya always was as a result of megacolon, and given Maya's size, Tom knew it would be a lot of messy work to get her nice and clean. Nonetheless he was determined to see it through.

Maya was on her hands and knees, and sort of half-squatting in the shower. Tom had his arm shoulder-deep up Maya's butt, working to wash the huge cement-hard scatlogs out using the shower-enema nozzle.

"Ah thought....Ohh gods! that feels nice....Nnngh...ahhh.. She's...stayin bahind t' keep from....confusion cause a...Karen-X" Maya said. The way Tom worked the nozzle back and forth, and soapy arm stimulating things finally got things moving good causing Maya to expell a huge torrent of dirty water, and massive rock-hard scatlogs, splattering the stall walls in the process. Tom would clean that up later of course. For now he focused on his work, and enjoying the view, as the constant inflow and outflow had Maya's huge canine anus fully agape as a result.

It was a messy smelly job, sure, but Tom was more than happy to do it. His greatest love, his Alpha, had megacolon, and this was just something that came with the territory. Besides, the real work would be breaking it all up to get it to go down the drain, and wiping down the stall walls once it was over.

After what felt like an eternity, Maya finally began to expel clear water, and Tom withdrew his arm along with the shower-enema nozzle, then set to work cleaning up the huge mess. The solid full size logs he put in a large trash bag to be donated as Xian food, while the softer bits he worked to wash down the drain.

"Ya gonna do Karen?" Maya asked, turning around to get her head under the shower. "Ah know she aint got megacolon an' hardly ever gits constipated, but we're gonna be on the road a long time."

"Yeah, I'll do her while you're gone to rent a car." Tom said. "She should be beaming down any minute, along with Grace."

They made idle conversation after that, as Maya washed and conditioned her hair and fur, then they shared a passionate kiss. After that, Maya shook herself dry, got dressed, and set out for the car rental agency.

Maya didn't have far to go, as the spaceport had a car rental lot as well as a hotel.

"Ah'm Admiral Maya Dawn." Maya told the man at the front desk. "Ah need t' rent a vehicle t' deliver letters a' condolences." She waved a thick wad of Confederate $100 bills as she spoke.

"Very good miss Dawn." the man said. "We have a large variety to choose from. If you'll come with me, I can show you around the lot."

"Shure 'nuff." Maya said.

After that, they set out to browse the selection of cars avalible.

"First up is our economy series." the man said, showing Maya a little Ford Focus.

Maya stuck her head inside and looked around a minute. She nearly got stuck in the doorway in the process, but managed to extricate her upper body without damaging the car.

"That'd work fer Vice Admiral Karen, but they aint no way Ah kin fit." Maya said. "Aint ya got anythin' more mah size."

A fuel truck pulls in during this exchange, and the driver having his window down, overheard the conversation.

The man starts to lead Maya off to show her their biggest SUV's, when the truck driver stops them.

"I couldn' help overhearin your conversation." he said. "I know you, you're Admiral Maya. My son's in your fleet. Tactical officer of the C.S.S. Kentucky."

"Yeah, Ah know 'im well." Maya said. "Good hard workin soldier, an' a heck of a shot with the ship's weapons too."

"Well thanks for getting him home safe. " the guy said. "You know how to drive a truck, Admiral?"

"Ah kin fly a heavy dreadnought battleship through hyperspace, s' how hard kin it be." Maya said. then "All jokin aside though, yeah, Ah got mah Confederate CDL last time Ah's here on shore leave."

"In that case, she's all yours, Admiral." the man said, tossing Maya the keys. "Just try to bring her back in one piece, I got a lot of time invested in fixing her up nice like that."

"Shure 'nuff." Maya said. "An' thanks!"

"Help yourself to the snacks and stuff in the sleeper too." the man said. "aint nothin that caint be replaced."

"Shure 'nuff." Maya said, climbing up into the cab with ease. She adjusted the seat to fit her stature, then fired up the customized twin turbo 8v-71 detroit, and flashed the man a fighter pilot's "thumbs' up" out the window as she shifted into low, and began to pull away from the car rental lot. She didnt have far to go to get back to the hotel where Karen would be waiting, but nonetheless she grabbed the CB mic hanging above her head and gave the customary, "Breaker One Nine, All hands out there, this's the Death Angel, Ah'm 10-8 an' ready t' roll." just as Maxine had taught her was common Trucker courtesy.

"Ten four Death Angel, that you haulin the go-go juice?" a close sounding trucker replied.

"That's a big ten-four good buddy." Maya replied.

"well good to meet ya, Death Angel, I'm Tall Cotton. I'm the suicide jockey ridin up on your back door in the old Cat."

"Yeah Ten Four, Ah see ya back there Tall Cotton." Maya replied.

"So where ya headin, Death Angel." Tall Cotton asked.

"Gonna make a little pitstop round the next bend, then Ah'll be headin' fer Swamp Country, how bout you?"

"Ten four Death Angel, Tall Cotton's got your back door, all the way. Got a load of high tech hurt for them space jockeys down in swampland."

"Good to hear, Tall Cotton." Maya replied, downshifting the final time and idling up to the curb outside the Hotel, where Karen was already waiting.

Karen had a couple suitcases and a duffle bag with her, which Maya presumed was things they would need for the trip. May was standing there too, carrying the safe which contained the letters Maya had written.

Maya shifted into "neutral" and stretched over to open the passenger door, and then May climbed up to put the small safe in the sleeper. Then Karen passed her suitcases and duffel bag up to May so she could stow them as well. After that, May climbed down.

Tall Cotton revved his engine, eager to get underway. Thinking this too was expected behavior, Maya did the same.

At last, Karen climbed up into the cab, to take the passenger seat. In the process, the loose-fitting shorts she was wearing fell down, and as she wasnt wearing any underwear, she accidentally mooned Tall Cotton before she slipped out of sight inside the cab.

"Sorry Admiral." Karen said, a little embarassed. "I had to wear Belle's shorts because all my clean ones are in the suitcases with some of yours, and the ones I was wearing when I beamed down were full of Hank's cum....you dont think anybody saw that, right."

Tall Cotton whistled over the air, "Yee haw! thats a fine lookin' partner you got there, Death Angel!" he remarked.

"That's a big ten four good buddy, y'all got excellent tastes." Maya said.

Karen shut the door, then "Give me that, Admiral." she snatched the mic from Maya's grasp, pressed the button, and barked; "I dont know who you are, pervert, but I am the Vice Admiral of the Avenging Aces. I strongly suggest you keep your eyes to yourself."

"Relax sweet thing, I was just havin some fun." Tall Cotton said. "Whats your handle anyway honey."

"Its "Lovegoddess" but I'm not your honey." Karen said. "I'm Admiral Maya's. Death Angel's that is."

"Put Death Angel back on." Tall cotton said. then "Hey Death Angel, we gonna get rollin anytime today."

"Ten four, Tall Cotton." Maya said, once more shifting into low, and 'rolling coal' as she started working up through the gears.

The Bass-ey rumble of Tall Cotton's big Catterpillar engine joined the screaming roar and turbo whine of Maya's 8v-71, their trucks' smokestacks ''rolling coal'' as they both laid their hammers down.

"Alright Death Angel, you got the front door, so keep an eye out for smokey bear and keep that hammer down." Tall Cotton said.

"Ten four good buddy." Maya replied. She had her hands full driving, shifting, and talking on the radio, but thankfully her truck was in good mechanical order, and the huge steering wheel made the purely manual steering buttery smooth.

"So how far are we stuck with this guy anyway." Karen asked. "It wouldn't have been so bad if I was wearing underwear."

"All the way." Maya said. "He's goin t' Port Allen, same's us....Y' got that map Ah wanted?"

"Yeah, but why didn't you want me to bring a datapad instead. I could have downloaded GPS maps, and tied into Excalibur's sensors to keep us going the right direction." Karen said.

"We're doin' this oldschool." Maya said. "No computer, no gps, jus' two girls truckin' it all over Dixie with nothin' but a roadmap 's a guide."

"Sounds very romantic." Karen said.

"S Whad' ya thank?" Maya asked.

"I think you stick out like a sore thumb in your Admiral's fatigues." Karen said. "If we're going to do this, let's do it right. Maxine helped me pick out the proper attire, and I had our tailor modify them to suit our physiology. we should both get changed the first time we stop."

"Ah agree hun, but Ah's talkin bout the truck. Pretty sweet ride, specially considerin she's older'n Ah am."

"Piston driven internal combustion engine burning fossil fuel, manual controls for everything, batteries made by immersing lead plates in sulfuric acid... When our people had vehicles like this, this world was still a lifeless ball of molten rock." Karen said. "That said, I would love to get my hands on that engine."

"Yer gonna git the chance." Maya said. "We aint relyin on nothin but ourselves, that means we do all the maintenence."

While Karen got out the roadmaps, and set about planning their route, Maya was multitasking, keeping her attention primarily focused on the road ahead, whilst simultaneously carrying out a conversation with Tall Cotton, and a few other truckers on channel 19 who would occasionally ''break'' in when they had something to add to the conversation. At other times, the other truckers would be talking about something, and Maya or Tall Cotton would ''break'' in to contribute now and then. Sometimes it was discussing traffic or the weather, sometimes talking about local points of interest (like a ''choke and puke'' up ahead which would be their first stop for example), or the loads they were hauling. Sometimes they talked about their Rigs, and sometimes they were just generally B.S.ing, or ''shooting the bull" as it was commonly referred to.

At any rate, Maya had settled into the job well. They were just getting started, and already she'd made quite a few friends on channel 19. Maya was quick to adapt to whatever situation she found herself in. In this case, driving the truck. Upshifting and downshifting, the feel of the road, judging speed and shift points by the sound of the engine...it was all muscle memory now. She couldnt help thinking Maxine would be proud, seeing how she handled the big 18 wheeler as though it were second nature.

Genius that she is, Karen was meticulous with her numbers, mentally calculating fuel mileage, average speeds, and travel times with flawless precision. It was relaxing actually. A breeze compared to the complex math she was accustomed to using on a daily basis back home on Excalibur. At any rate, their first stop was less than forty miles away now.

"I wonder why its called a Choke and Puke?" Karen asked. "I'm starving, especially after that good colon cleansing Tom gave me in the shower earlier, but that does not sound very appetizing."

"Trucker slang." Maya said. "An' Ah know what ya mean. Ah got that treatment first. Ah reckon s' somethin t' do with the quality a' the food mos' likely."

"That would make sense." Karen said. "Well we are on an alien world. We can't exactly expect the food to suit our tastes."

"Yeah that's fer shure." Maya said. "If'n we kin git our meat rare, that'll be good enuff fer me."

"Yeah me too, Admiral." Karen said. "I'd rather it was fresh, but rare will be good enough. We should get changed before we get out of the truck though."

"Ah's thankin the same thang, hun." Maya said. She turned her head taking advantage of the wider field of vision canines had than humans, to keep one eye on the road, as Karen leaned over and the two of them shared a brief but very passionate kiss.

Moments later; "Breaker one-nine, any hand out there got the ten thirteen?" an unfamiliar voice asked.

"Ten four good buddy, looks lahk they're slowin down lahk molasses in winter." Maya replied. "Must be a bear in the bushes boys an' girls, lets start backin em down."

"Ten four Death Angel." Tall Cotton replied.

"Heads up, Death Angel, looks like our new breaker's a four wheeler." another trucker cut in.

Maya was busy downshifting when another CB friend, Flamerider came back with; "I dont get you, leadfoot, you talk like a hand, but I know your that old thunderbird with the rats-tail on top."

"Negatory there flamerider." Leadfoot replied. "I aint just some four-wheeler tryin to sound like a Hand, I'm spottin for an old cab-over Peterbilt. Oughtta be comin up beside ya any minute down the granny lane."

"Ten Four Leadfoot, I see 'er comin now." Tall Cotton said. "Looks like that rig has seen better days."

Sure enough, Maya saw the old truck in the distance coming up in her side mirrors moments later. the front grille was a mess, and the smokestacks were loud and leaky, but from what she could tell over the sound of her own 8v-71, Flamerider's Mack, and Tall Cotton's Cat, the engine sounded strong, at least.

"Breaker one-nine." Maya said, trying to raise the new rig. "How bout that cab-over pete with the leaky pipes ya got yer ears on."

"Ten-four Death Angel, this is Big Daddy." a gruff older sounding man replied.

"Big Daddy, we got a four wheeler here talkin lahk a hand." Maya said. "Claims t' be spottin fer ya."

"Ten Four Death Angel, that'd be Leadfoot. He's really a hand but his rig is in the shop." Big Daddy relpied.

"Sorry bout that, hand." Flamerider said. "Been gettin a lot of four wheelers posing as hands lately."

"Ten four good buddy. Thanks a lot." Leadfoot said.

"Let me talk to him." Karen told Maya.

"Shure thang hun." Maya handed her the mic.

"Big Daddy, this is Lovegoddess." Karen said. "Are you headed for that choke and puke up ahead?"

"Ten Four Lovegoddess." Big Daddy replied.

"Well if you do not mind sticking around after we eat, I could take a look at those pipes for you." Karen said.

"Your welcome to try, Lovegoddess, but unless you and Death Angel got a welding shop stuffed into that rig I dunno what good it'll do." Big Daddy replied.

"Ten four Big Daddy, I don't think that will be a problem." Karen said. "Shouldn't take long to get them all patched up."

"I'd appreciate that, Lovegoddess." Big Daddy said.

Karen gave the mic back to Maya after that.

"Yer in luck Big Daddy." Maya said. "Lovegoddess 's got sum magic fingers when it comes t' machines."

"Ten Four Death Angel, I'm glad to hear it." Big Daddy replied.

This sort of radio banter increased as time went on. Traffic had slowed considerably, which meant the rest of the way to the Choke and Puke seemed to crawl by.

The other truckers, with their four-stroke diesels had an easier time of it, no doubt, but for Maya, keeping the RPMs in the proper range to keep her two-stroke diesel, 8v-71 ''happy'' meant a lot of extra shifting, up or down as needed to avoid running into anybody, and still keeping the RPMs in the sweetspot.

Their little rag-tag convoy had a pretty interesting mix. With Maya's old Detroit, Tall Cotton's old Cat, Flamerider's brand new Mack, and now Big Daddy's old cab-over Peterbilt, they had Rigs of all ages.

At last Maya could see the off ramp up ahead. She downshifted again, and hit the jake-brake, slowing down for the turn. One by one the other trucks did the same.

A moment later, a van full of rowdy teenagers came speeding past, blaring loud music, and even stone-faced Maya couldn't help but laugh when she saw the flashing lights as the Virginia Highway Patrol chased after the van.

"Serves 'em right. Damn delinquents." Maya said

"Ten four there Death Angel." Tall Cotton said. "Good call sniffin out that Bear too."

Maya led them down the off ramp, and through the turn into the parking lot of the Choke and Puke. Air brakes sounded off with a loud Pssssst, and metal groaned in protest as Maya brought her rig, and its large tanker trailer carrying 100,000 gallons of premium ethanol-free gasoline to a stop. Maya let the engine idle a minute to cool down, as Karen climbed back into the sleeper section of the cab to change.

Tall Cotton pulled up on their left, rolling to a stop as Maya made a final check of the guages, noting that Karen's numbers were right on as always. they had plenty of Diesel fuel at the moment, as both tanks had been full when they started out, but they planned to top up before crossing the state line anyway.

Maya finally cut the engine, and joined Karen in getting changed, as Big Daddy pulled up on their right, fighting to bring his rig to a stop just in time.

Flamerider pulled up on the other side of Tall Cotton moments later, and Leadfoot drove around to the ''four wheeler'' parking area on the other side of the lot.

Karen finished first, and was back in her seat in time to see Big Daddy struggling to get his door open, and made note to check that as well. He finally got it, and started to climb down as Tall Cotton exited his cab.

Karen thought their names fit well, as Tall Cotton looked to be a good 6ft 3 at least, and Big Daddy was a heavy set middle-aged man. He had some muscle to his arms, as well as a big round 'beer belly', and a thick beard streaked with grey.

Leadfoot was still walking over from where he'd parked, when Maya finally returned to her seat.

Flamerider climbed down from her cab next. She was a somewhat chubby, but not horribly obese woman with flame-red hair, hazel eyes, and a mild Kentucky accent.

"Ah reckon we're next." Maya said, adjusting her Trucker Cap as she pocketed the keys.

"Yeah, let's go." Karen agreed, reaching for the door handle as Maya did the same. And just in time too it would seem.

"Need some help Death Angel?" Tall Cotton asked. "Your door stuck or somethin?"

Maya opened her door and and started to climb down at that moment, and on the other side, Karen did the same.

"Naw, Ah's jus' lookin fer mah wallet." Maya replied. Ah'd fergot it was in mah other pants."

Karen came walking around the front of the truck moments later, and joined Maya and the others. "Sorry I took so long." she said. "I had to help Death Angel find her wallet."

The others looked Maya and Karen over thoroughly, but ultimately seemed more shocked by Maya's size than the fact she and Karen were both canine.

Finally, as they headed inside, Leadfoot asked; "So are you two close friends, or what?"

"Nah we're lovers." Maya replied, squeezing Karen's shapely rump to make her point.

Karen gave a yip of happy surprise, before returning the favor.

"Damn and I was hoping this trip wouldn't be so lonely." Tall Cotton said.

"Yeah me too." Big Daddy added.

"Same here." Flamerider cut in.

"Yeah." Leadfoot agreed.

They made their way inside, and set about placing their orders.

That's when the others did get a bit of a surprise.

"Is the steak, burgers, and cheese real meat and cheese?" Karen asked

"Yes, we offer an entirely separate menu for vegan customers. our regular selection is unchanged." the waitress, a slightly chubby blonde a little taller than Karen, that Maya thought looked nice said.

"Alright, I'll have four of the half-puound steaks, as rare as you can make them, and four quarter-pounder bacon cheeseburgers with extra cheese, bacon grease and sour cream." Karen said.

"Ok just a moment." the waitress said.

"Hang on that's just for me." Karen said.

"Ah'll have the same thang, times a hundred." Maya said. Once more she waved the wad of COnfederate $100 bills to show she could easily cover it. An' ah want Haban`ero sauce on mine."

"How rare do you want it?" the waitress asked.

"Jus' shoot it an' serve it'd be preferrable." Maya said. "Ah want it 's rare 's possible."

"Yeah me too." Karen agreed.

"Any side dishes?" the waitress asked.

"A bowl of your bacon cheddar bean soup." Karen said.

"Make that a five gallon bucket fer me." Maya added.

"Alright and how about something to drink?" the waitress asked.

"Ah'll have a gallon a' Kentucky Bourbon in a bucket s' ah kin lap it up." Maya said.

"Water for me, thank you." Karen said.

"You don't drink, Lovegoddess?" Big Daddy asked.

"I like bourbon just fine, but I will be driving for the next leg." Karen said. "I do not pilot any vehicle intoxicated."

"Thank you I will return soon with your orders." the waitress said, and left.

"So you two gonna be stickin around?" Flamerider asked. "A couple good lookin hands like you two'd go far in this buisness."

"We are mercenaries." Karen said. "The Admiral and Vice Admiral of the Avenging Aces."

"So your rig's stickers "My other rig is a fighter jet" are accurate then." Big Daddy asked.

"Shure 'nuff." Maya said. "We're actually deliverin letters t' families a' those lost in the war, an' Ah figured haulin a hundred thousand gallons a' go-go juice an' drivin all over Dixie in the process 'd be great way t' take shore leave." she paused then, "Y'know Ah got a daughter in the C.S.A.F."

"Yeah I have a son in the C.S.A.F. as well." Karen said.

It wasn't long after that, that the waitress, and what looked to be half the kitchen staff, at last brougt their orders.

Maya and Karen dug in immediately, and soon after the others followed suit.

While Karen did her best to show good table manners, Maya ate in a vary voracious and undignified manner.

It came as no surprise Maya's messy eating splattered the others with grease now and then.

For a time nobody commented on Maya's messy eating habits, but after a bit, Leadfoot, after getting a bit of sour cream on his "snub-nosed International " ''hot rod Truck" shirt, reciprocated, ''accidentally'' dropping a spoonful of spinach in Maya's plate.

"Oops, I'm sorry, Death Angel, I forgot you're a Carnie." Leadfoot remarked.

Maya seemed to pay the food little mind, but blew a huge noisy fart in response.

"Excuse you, honey." Karen said. then; "she doesn't notice much when she's piggiing out like this."

"I feel sorry for you Lovegoddess." Tall Cotton said.

"Yeah, glad I'm not ridin' in that rig." Leadfoot said.

They were all too busy stuffing their faces to say much after that.

When Karen finally finished, and got up saying, "Well I will catch you later, hands. got to go ten one hundred", Maya finally looked up from her now empty plates and bucket of bourbon, and said; "Shure 'nuff Lovegoddess, Ah'll go with ya."

Instead of needing to use the latrine as Karen did, however, Maya had something else in mind.

She followed Karen into the girls' bathroom, and when the sexy spaniel dropped her pants, and sat down on the oddly shaped but not particularly uncomfortable toilet to empty her bowels, Maya dropped to all fours, and put her tongue to work, pleasuring Karen's perfect canine (Y) vulva all the while.

recieving a ''cunnilumpkin'' like this was one of Karen's secret pleasures. She loved it so much because for someone to do that for her, she knew, was a sign of true unconditional love.

The bathroom wasn't exactly clean, but Maya had seen far worse in various spaceports and space bazaars she'd visited over the years. given her experience, even her sensitive nose she was able to ignore all other scents and focus solely on those that came from Karen.

Karen's short little fancy tail thumped against the toilet lid behind her, as her huge kuvasz lover drove her wild with pure carnal pleasure.

"Ohh gods honey you smell so delicious." Maya mumbled, all the while working her tongue deeper.

"nnnngh...Ahhh...G-Good girl..." Karen panted, bucking her hips as if humping the air as she bore down hard.

Maya responded by flattening her wide dexterous tongue out inside Karen's (Y) in such a way it teased the sexy spaniel's pisshole and the tip of her clit, all the while the end wiggled past her vaginal sphincter, hitting her g-spot perfectly.

Karen put her feet on Maya's shoulders for leverage as she was torn between grinding her Honeypie against Maya's muzzle in pure pleasure, and straining to relieve herself. Fortunately as she didn't have Maya's butt troubles, she had no difficulty doing both at the same time.

Maya took Karen's entire (Y) into her muzzle , suckling as though it were a teat. She let her teeth chafe lightly, and began to thrust her tongue back and forth as though it were a red-rocket.

Karen panted like crazy now. She strained and farted, as she continued to relieve herself, all the while grinding her Honepie against Maya's muzzle. "Gods! Yes Maya! Good Girl!" was all she managed to say. The rest was all incomprehensible yips and pleasuregrowls, with a few grunts here and there.

Maya tongue-fucked Karen's sweet honeypie like nothing else mattered. Her experienced tongue hitting all the right spots to drive the little sexy spaniel wild with pure carnal bliss.

Maya's skill was such, Karen couldnt help but climax far sooner than she would have liked, and because of the intimacy of a cunnilumpkin and the fact it was Maya doing it for her, it was one of her most intense to date. The pure pleasure washing over every nerve in her body, as her Honeypie flooded Maya's muzzle with sweet lovenectar, was truly perfection.

Maya caught every drop of Karen's sweet lovenectar perfectly. She was used to Karen being such a big squirter, so it was no trouble at all.

When Karen finally came down off her wild climax, she stood up to wipe, but before she got that far, Maya spun her around, and promptly proceeded to lick her clean instead.

"Gods Maya, you know I am not a puppy, and I do not need a bidet-slave." Karen protested, reaching up to hit the flusher while Maya worked.

"Yer mah perfect princess." Maya mumbled. Her tongue too busy to speak clearly. "Sahdes, Earth TP ain't 's absorbant 's ours. Aint designed t' clean fur. S' Ah reckon mah tongue's more efficient."

"Good point." Karen relented.

Once Maya had finished her external work, she stucl her tongue up Karen's butt, and wiggled it around a bit, working it back and forth to finish cleaning every last speck of dirt from her lover's sweetest lovehole.

When Maya finally withdrew her tongue, Karen pulled her pants up, and they both went to wash their hands.

After that, they met up with the others, and then while Karen took a look at Big Daddy's truck, Maya got the tool kit and handgun-shaped professional welder out of the duffel bag Karen had brought.

When Maya returned, Karen said. "It doesnt look so bad. The pipes have rusted out here, here and here (she used a laser pointer), and the exhaust manifold is cracked here and here. I can fix that easily. The trouble is going to be the oil seals. I would have to completely disassemble the engine to fix them.

Naw dont worry bout that." Big Daddy said. "Wouldn't be a pete if she didnt leak a little oil. just fix the pipes."

"As you wish." Karen replied.

While Karen set to work patching the leaky exhaust of Big Daddy's rig, Maya headed back inside the Choke and Puke, to use the restroom herself. She knew they had a lot of miles before their next stop, and she wanted to be as comfortable as possible, as she hoped to get some rest.

Karen had given Big Daddy, Flamerider, Tall Cotton, and Leadfoot each a pair of welding instructor's goggles, as they wanted to watch her work. She wore a full-face welding hood herself of course.

Progress was slow at first. The most time-consuming part of the job was cutting away the rotted rusted out portion of the pipes around the actual rusted-through holes, and cleaning the remaining metal. Once that was done however, Karen made quick work of welding patches over the holes. She cut the patches to fit perfectly, and carried the puddle smooth and tight around the edges, giving a very strong and very clean weld.

Karen did such excellent work, it would be impossible to spot the repairs from a distance. Once she finished with that, she set about flow-welding the cracks in the exhaust manifold.

Everyone looked on intently as Karen set about that task. they all knew how nasty it was to try to weld cast iron...abd yet to their surprise Karen made it look easy.

"Good as new." Karen said. "Now let me take a look at that sticky door mechanism."

"Go right ahead." Big Daddy said. "I keep putting oil on it and it works for a while then it starts acting up again."

"I got a can of lubrisol in my bag that should do the trick." Karen said. "We normally use it for dry-lubing turbine parts to protect the metal until the main oil gets to them." She retrieved the can she spoke of, then set about examining the mechanism in question.

Maya returned while Karen was still working on the door.

"Is that stuff safe?" Big Daddy asked, watching Karen spray the lubricant into the deep inner workings of the mechanism, and hearing the door latch work smoothly moments later.

"Shure 'nuff." Maya said. "s' jus' non-toxic synthetic lubricants, an' a bit of MoS2 t' form a lastin dry film lubricant."

"There, all done." Karen said.

"Thanks a bunch." Big Daddy said.

After that, Karen and Maya returned to their own truck, and Karen checked the oil while Maya climbed up into the cab,and made her way back into the sleeper portion.

The oil was half a quart low, not at all unusual for a Detroit, given the miles they'd covered. She topped it up and made a quick check of all the mechanical workings, then closed everything up, and at last climbed up into the driver's seat.

Karen took her time, adjusting the seat, pedals, and steering wheel to the proper height. Once she got it all how she liked it, Karen turned the key, cranking the engine over. It huffed, coughed, and spluttered a few times, but never caught.

"S' bin sittin t' long." Maya said. "Give 'er a shot a' ether. Member what Maxine said bout these old 2-stroke diesels bein tempermental."

"Yeah I remember." Karen replied. "I was hoping it would start normally." She got the engine cranking over again, and hit the ether button for just an instant, and just like that the old 8v-71 detroit fired right up.

"Caint be helped hun, jus' the nature a' the beast." Maya said. "Gods! Ya'd thank this bed'd be made fer someone mah size."

"It would hardly make sense, considering humans are much smaller than you." Karen said.

Once the engine had ''warmed up'', Karen shifted into low, and started to pull away from the parking spot.

One by one, the other trucks followed suit.

They made for the on ramp, and were soon back on the interstate. The other trucks taking their original positions, as Karen gave the customary "Breaker One Nine, this is Lovegoddess, I'm ten-eight and ready to join the fun." and one by one the others did the same.

"You gettin slow, Lovegoddess? I thought them Detroits could really move." Tall Cotton said.

"Just try to keep up, big boy." Karen replied. "Hammers down boys and girls, we got a clean run ahead." She put the hammer down, and prepared to start upshifting as she spoke.

"Jus' keep a eye out fer bears." Maya said. "Ah'm gonna grab a little snooze."

"No problem." Karen said, upshifting agian. "Good night my love."

Meanwhile...

back at the spaceport hotel, Tom had already left with Doc Natalie, on a flight that would take them to Tenessee, as planned. As such, it was little surprise that in the process of rotating through various recreational activities, Hank ended up spending a good deal of time alone with May.

For a while their time together was purely professional, but eventually May's coming into heat, and Hank's lovesickness missing Karen, got the better of them as they were up late drinking and watching movies one night.

"Y'know, Ah know how ya feel." May told Hank. Y' need Karen 's bad 's Ah need Daddy.... S' why don' we help eachother out."

"You do smell nice." Hank said. "But you will surely get pregnant."

"Daddy won' care." May said. "Ah prefer butt lovin' though s' we should do that firs Ah reckon."

"Yeah Karen does too." Hank said. " I still cant believe she left with Maya to deliver those letters. I mean, I know she's the Vice Admiral...but they could have just beamed down at each house instead of driving across the country."

"They're madly in love, an' s' the firs' chance they had t' really be alone in ferever." May said. "Don' worry she don' love ya any less 'er nothin lahk that."

"Yeah I know that." Hank said. "I know all sbout the complexities of canine marriage, its just, it hurts being away from her."

"Ah know what ya mean." May said. "S' lets go relieve our pent up needs t'gether. It don' have t' mean nothin, we kin jus be casual fuckbuddies if'n y' want."

"Well I guess it would be a lot more fun than fapping to the spaniel centerfold in last week's HEAT magazine and trying to pretend it was Karen." Hank said.

"Yeah that's fer shure." May said. "Ah spent a lot a' tahme fingerin mah butt an' honeypie t' her too, course Ah's imaginin she was Grace."

"I guess we both have the same taste in bitches." Hank said.

"Shure 'nuff." May said.

After that, Hank let May lead him to the bedroom, and May locked the door behind them so they wouldn't be disturbed.