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Zach nearly ran his car off the road.

Totalling the vehicle would have been quite the shame; it had been a hand-me-down from his late father. Somewhere, there was a classic car enthusiast green with envy at the fact that the 1969 Plymouth RoadRunner had fallen to a 20-year-old college student with barely enough income to afford gas. The grey wolf had done his best to keep it on the road, and had mostly been successful, though to say it could use a clean would be quite the understatement.

Despite this, it wasn't the 'car wash' sign that caught his eye, but rather the slender, foxy vixen holding it. Dressed in a short cropped tank top and low cut denim shorts resting just below her hip bones, her pert breasts strained against the thin fabric, tight and toned midriff swaying as she bounced. With each jump, her full, voluptuous tail swished behind her, and she flashed each passing car a warm, beaming smile, urging them to turn into the parking lot.

The wolf couldn't help himself; he pulled over, rolling the car to a stop and winding the window down, watching the excitable girl prance over.

"Hi there!" she thrust her chest out, clasping her paws behind her back. "Nice car!"

Zach managed a smile. She was cute. Very cute, and he had a thing for petite girls.

"Thanks."

The vixen continued, "but it sure could use a clean, you drive through a dust storm or something?"

"Something like that,' he replied, "what's the deal with all this?"

"Oh!" she dropped the sign and clapped her paws in front of her, bouncing a few times on the spot, "We're from Applevale High School, we're doing a fundraising car wash for the girls sophomore volleyball team. Got all the girls out here cleaning cars, yep yep! Are you. . . interested?"

Zach was. She was close enough now that he could smell her sweet, delicate scent. His eyes drifted over her body, lazily tracing along her collarbone, picking out each budding breast in turn and admiring her slim form, all the way down, over her stomach and down to her crotch.

"Ahhh. . . I catch you staring there, mister!" she gave a giggle and a twirl, tail brushing across his face, "You really are interested, just admit it! Your car needs a good scrub down anyway."

"Alright, alright," Zach chuckled, raising his paws in defeat, "you got me. How much?"

"Well, um. . . hey, what's your name?"

"Zach."

She giggled again. "Well okay, Zach! Depends what you want, just a boring old clean, or some of our extra services?"

His ears perked up, 'uh, what do you mean, extra services?"

"Oh come on!" she rolled her eyes, putting her paws on her hips, "Don't tell me you've never been to a bikini car wash before? A big handsome wolf like you? I'm sure all the girls will love you!"

So that's what it was. Her skimpy outfit suddenly made a little more sense, beyond simply enticing motorists such as himself to pull over for a closer look at the attractive vixen.

"I mean," Zach stammered a little, "yeah, I might have. Figured this car might pull a bit of tail, but. . . well, aren't you. . ."

She cocked an eyebrow at him, the corner of her mouth turning up in a grin, "oh don't worry about that, we're set up behind the gas station over there, in the parking lot. Nobody is going to see unless we direct them."

The vixen placed her paws on the car door, leaning through the window until her muzzle was mere inches from his pointed ears, "your dirty little secret will be safe with us. You get to perv on some schoolgirls, and you get a clean car as well, plus we get our out of state trip all paid up. I'd say it's a win-win. Don't you think so, mister?"

Her heated whisper and the sensation of her hot breath rippling across his fur was all the convincing that the wolf would need.

"Sign me up. . . um?"

"Tammy."

"Tammy then. Where do I go?"

She immediately dropped the sultry act, returning the fluffy, bouncy vixen who had enticed him over with her sign-waving, "Right around the back, mister. Pull up and the girls will take care of you!"

The last sentence was accompanied with a sly wink, before she returned to the roadside, shaking her hips and waving her tail.

Zach grinned. For a day that had started with him running any number of boring and time-consuming errands, courtesy of a run-down apartment in constant need of maintenance, this turn of events was a most welcome distraction. The car idled off, rolling into the parking lot and following the young vixen's directions, looping around and behind the gas station. Zach's heart rate, already elevated from the flirtatious young fox, quickened considerably when he saw what the Applevale High girls had laid out. A car wash, yes, in that there were indeed girls washing cars. Two, to be precise; a large SUV and a low, sleek sports coupe. Though Zach had not inherited his father's love of all things with eight or more cylinders, he did shoot a glance towards the sports car.

A glance that was instantly stolen away by the two dozen or so young, furred, female bodies, each and all clad in nothing but bikinis.

Bikini, Zach realised, was a term that might not have fully captured what was now presented before him. A full half of the girls were wearing what could more reasonably be called a thong; the notion that it were to be used for a casual trip to the beach rather fanciful. Some wore more traditional styles, either plain or with side-tie bottoms, with the few remaining girls clad in boy-short and sports-bra style combos. The area itself was well secluded, walled in on all sides by commercial buildings, the tarmac ground swept clear and now slick with water and soap suds.

"I. . . wow,' Zach found himself drooling. Perving on schoolgirls indeed.

The wolf ground the car to a squealing halt, coming to a stop next to an especially cute and hyperactive cheetah girl, not an inch taller than five feet, bouncing madly on the spot. Her physique was slender, sleek, and athletic, something came naturally to her species. If the vixen had been the appetiser that brought him in and got his blood flowing, this girl was an all out feast for his eyes. The garment that covered only the barest minimum of her frame was a skimpy blue side-tie bikini and matching top, hiding what Zach guessed were B-cup breasts. She leaned against a large placard, which seemingly listed prices for the services on offer.

"Hey hey there!" she flashed her feline fangs with her grin, 'I'm Charlie! What will it be?"

She ran her paw over the placard, motioning as if she were a game show presenter. It offered the usual options that one might expect at a car wash, though with a notable suggestive twist. Ten dollars for one girl to wash a car, twenty five for three girls, plus an additional ten for a wax and polish. Customers could pick any girl or girls they wanted, and drinks were offered for purchase. Non-alcoholic, of course.

Zach's eyes scanned up and down. He had been paid the day before, and while night shift at the local supermarket hardly left him rolling in cash, he had enough on him to treat himself a little.

"What's that?" he jabbed his finger at the bottom of the sign.

'For our deluxe services, please talk to one of our friendly girls! Starting at $50.'

"Oh, mister," Charlie fluttered her eyelids, "I don't think a nice wolf like you would be interested in anything. . . dirty. . . like that. The school doesn't even know we're offering this."

Zach narrowed his eyes on the cheetah, "Oh really now? Well, maybe I am interested. What sort of services? What's so 'deluxe' about them?"

Charlie deftly padded over to the driver's side window, reaching out and running her finger along the door before sitting her pert little rump on the hood, just in front of the wolf. Her long tail flicked across the black, metallic paint, tracing out patterns in the dust.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Zach."

"Fifty bucks, Zach, and you get to find out. . ."

He snorted, "what sort of extortion is this, Charlie?"

The cheetah leaned back on the hood, propping herself up on her elbows and thrusting her chest out. Her long, golden blond hair cascaded downward, covering half of her delicate facial features and flowing over her bare shoulders.

"The sort that you wouldn't want your wife or girlfriend to find out about," she finished the sentence with her tongue sticking out between her teeth.

Zach's paw was in his pocket in a flash, his wallet tumbling out and into the footwell in his enthusiasm. Sheepishly, he fetched it from the floor, giving it a quick dusting before fishing a crisp fifty dollar bill out and waving it for Charlie to see.

"I've got a few more of these. Let's hear about those, uh. . . deluxe services."

Charlie jumped down from the hood, returning to the placard and spinning it around. The reverse side had a list of prices too, though the services were notably more. . . risque.

"Well, well, Zach, here we are," the cheetah canted her hips to one side, fixing her eyes on the wolf, "that fifty bucks you've got right there will get you the deluxe wash. You get the three-girl-wash, plus. . ."

She stepped forward, paw darting out and snatching the note from his fingers.

". . . a girl of your choice to sit in the car with you, all eager for a. . . nice. . . friendly. . . chat. One hundred bucks will. . ."

"You!" Zach interrupted.

Charlie paused, her jaw hanging slack for a moment.

"Me?"

"You," Zach repeated, "you've already taken my money, I'd like the deluxe wash."

He patted the seat next to him with his paw.

"Unless," he continued, "there might be something a little better."

She giggled, bouncing a few more times before resuming her sales pitch, "So like I was saying, one hundred gets you the super deluxe wash. Same as the deluxe except, well, see for yourself."

The wolf stuck his head out of the window, craning his neck towards where the cheetah girl was pointing. It was the sports coupe, now in the process of being attended to by three of be Applicable High girls. Attended to, in the sense they were enthusiastically and with no shortage of giggles, jumps and friendly slaps to each other's asses, acting out what may as well have been a bikini car wash scene from a cheap B-grade movie. Two cat girls, even shorter than Charlie, one black, one white, flanked either side of the windshield. With outfits that made the rest of the girls look downright modest, they lathered the car with soapy water, pressing forward, their surprisingly sizable breasts squashed against the glass, sliding around, soaking wet and practically transparent. Their bodies gleamed, fur damp with suds and droplets that glistened in the sun, dripping down their backs. The third of the three girls, a young husky, lay prone atop the coupe, her legs spread eagled and tail wagging back and forth, flagged high up in the air. She presented to Zach what he quickly decided was the single most shapely and perfect femme posterior he had ever seen. Adding to the already enticing sight was the fact that she was humping her hips into the coupe's sunroof, gyrating and grinding her damp crotch, all but masturbating herself for the entertainment of the vehicle's occupant. He, a tiger several years the wolf's senior, was laying with his seat reclined and eyes fixed squarely on the erotic show unfolding directly above him, toothy grin and glazed eyes indicating complete oblivion to the world around him.

"Hey. . . hey. . . mister," Zach felt a soft paw prod at his shoulder, "you can gawk all you want for a hundred bucks."

He shook his head, and with some effort tore his eyes from the vista, "you've got one more thing on your list there, let's see. . . fifty bucks for. . . oh. . ."

Charlie, slinking up just behind the driver's side door, leaned inward just as Tammy had and whispered in the wolf's ear, ". . . lez-out."

Zach suddenly felt brave. He had come this far, gotten himself into a most unexpected situation, and was on the cusp of something he suspected would be most enjoyable. There wasn't any backing down, not now. His paw reached up, gently contacting Charlie's neck. Strong fingers ran upwards, sifting through her fur before scratching the feline just behind her ear.

To his pleasant surprise, she purred. She purred and nuzzled her head into the affectionate touch.

"Hmmmm, that's right," her voice was low and soft, "should be pretty self explanatory, right? I know you boys really, really like that sort of stuff."

"I do. How much?"

Charlie's own dainty paw found Zach's ear, returning the scratch, "just twenty five bucks."

"And I can pick anyone?"

"Mmmmhmmm. . ."

With some hesitation, he broke the contact, nervously glancing around to see if the display had attracted any unwanted attention. A few of the girls pointed, stifling a giggle or two, but nothing that would give him cause for concern. Judging by what the trio washing the sport's coupe were willing to do, a small cuddle hardly seemed out of place. At least not here.

Charlie stepped back and gave him a cheeky grin, "oh, and sexy selfies are twenty bucks! Want one? I'll give you something extra, extra special!"

Zach cocked his eyebrow, paws already reaching for his phone.

"Extra special?"

The cheetah struck a suggestive pose, "the extra super mega special Charlie deluxe!"

"For me?"

"Just for you, big boy."

He stuck his arm out of the window, depositing his phone into one of her waiting paws and a twenty dollar bill into the other, both of which she eagerly received.

"Thanks, now smile!"

Zach flashed his canines, curling the edge of his mouth up into a slight smirk and folding his arms on the car door. Charlie bounced over, bending down slightly so her head was level with his, her left paw holding the phone out at arm's length. She gave her own smile, using her free paw to sign a V with her fingers, one eye closed and tongue sticking ever so slightly out.

The phone clicked several times.

"Now. . ." her voice switched back to sultry and sensual, ". . . close your eyes."

"Hmmmm? Aren't you done?"

She hid his phone behind her back, stepping just out of reach, "Not yet. I've got to give you your special super sexy selfie shots. No peeking!"

Zach resigned himself to her little game. Closing his eyes, he eased himself back into the worn leather seat, placing his paws behind his head. He could hear the young cheetah girl moving about, the sound of her feet pattering on the damp ground interspersed with the occasional click of his phone's camera app. After perhaps twenty seconds, the car jolted a bit, suggested that she'd sat her lithe frame on the hood. A few more clicks followed.

"Charlie!" a voice called out from some distance away, the tone one of mock horror, "what are you. . ."

Her response was full of flirtatious overtones, "oh don't worry Mel, he's really cute!"

'Cute?' Zach thought.

The voice continued, "yeah but. . . if Coach finds out."

"He's already going to lose it," Charlie responded, "and don't act all up yourself, I saw you with that racoon earlier!"

The voice fell silent.

After one final click, Zach felt that same soft prodding, this time directly against his chest. He opened his eyes.

Charlie was leaning right in, her face a few inches from his, "here you go, Zach! Remember, this is just between us, okay?"

She passed the phone back before darting around to the passenger side door. Zach leaned over, popping the lock, allowing her to pull the door open and deposit her butt onto the seat, clicking it shut behind her.

Zach wound his window up before looking at her. In the confined interior of the car, both her alluring form, and her scent, were amplified ten fold. She sat, knees together with paws resting atop them. Her back was slightly arched, not in contact with the back of the seat, affording the wolf a nice view of her budding cleavage. Her eyes stared up at him, the size difference between the two all the more apparent in such close proximity.

She bit her lower lip, keeping her eyes locked with his.

"I like you, you seem nice," her compliment came unexpectedly, eliciting a blush from the wolf.

"Oh, ha, well. . ." Zach didn't quite know how to respond, "You're pretty cute too."

"You're hot. What do you want me to call you. Zachy? Hot-stuff? Babe?"

His blush intensified, "Zach. . . Zach is fine, it's my name and all. Yeah."

Charlie shuffled in the seat, sliding a little closer, "oh come on, something fun! How about. . ."

She reached out, her tiny paws brushing over the fur of his forearm.

"Wow, you've got nice muscles. . ."

She rubbed a few times before trailing her touch upwards, hooking her paws around his bicep and pulling herself slowly towards him.

". . . Daddy."

Zach's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt a little tight in the chest. Charlie gave him a squeeze, pressing her soft breasts into his arm.

She looked up at him, eyes wide, "or maybe. . . big brother?"

"Ah! No," far from skipping a beat, his pulse was now racing, "I don't think I could. . ."

"Aww, well that's okay, Daddy."

The wolf fumbled with his words, acutely aware of the cheetah girl slowly encroaching into his personal space. One of her paws left his arm, slowly walking across his chest, feeling each toned pectoral with a gentle pinch.

"Charlie, wh-what do you want to. . ."

Any impression that this car wash was a 'look, don't touch' affair had already been put to rest, the cheetah girl's suggestive ministrations ensuring that Zach's mind was tracking towards a single destination.

And yet, the soft, warm and intoxicatingly delicious lips, suddenly pressed to his own, was unexpected in the same manner that winning the lottery might be. Zach froze. Charlie didn't. She slid her body upwards, eagerly encouraging the embrace, the male wolf helpless to do anything but wrap his arms around her soft, feminine form and return the kiss. Muzzles intertwined, locking together. Their tongues danced with each other in a deep and passionate mating of heated flesh and soft, needy moans. He couldn't believe this, couldn't believe what he was doing. Eyes shut, he savoured it, a chance to live out a fantasy that he may never realise again.

The kiss broke. Charlie made a show of licking her lips, "that's what I want to do. You're good at that. You taste nice."

Zach grinned, "you're pretty tasty yourself."

She returned to the middle of her seat, her expression still coy, "I hope so, Daddy. Do you want to check the selfies I took for you? The girls will be a few more minutes, then we can get your car all scrubbed up."

He certainly did. Thumbing the PIN, Zach brought up the camera app, swiping past a few inane shots he had taken himself until he reached the first of the cheetah's images. The wolf himself was reasonably photogenic; possessing strong, masculine features, though with a notably trim frame. Charlie was not simply Zach's type, she was deliciously attractive; cute and slender, yet with just enough curves and feminine softness to get his blood flowing. The first picture was as they had both posed for it; a shot of her striking the 'V' sign, and him looking very pleased with himself; his grin almost goofy.

And then came the 'special' pictures. Super special.

The first picture already had Zach's pants feeling rather constraining. The cheetah had turned about, flagging her tail up and sticking her rump out. The snap has captured her perfectly shaped behind, one of her paws tugging at the side of her bikini bottoms. The second was of her atop the hood, leaning back with the camera angled directly down her chest. Though hardly well endowed, her budding breasts were nicely sized, a perfect pawful; her nipples very clearly erect against the meagre fabric that covered them. Plenty of her creamy white and golden yellow fur was visible, shining in the sun. Several more followed; various poses of increasing lasciviousness. Ass shots, including one with her pulling her bikini between her cheeks, and a few sultry gazes with her paws running over her breasts or between her thighs.

Zach nearly fainted.

The final shot, the one that has seemingly caused the ruckus, flashed onto the screen. Charlie had sunk to her knees, splaying her legs apart in the process and slid the camera directly under her crotch, hovering the lens a few inches from her snatch. Slender fingers had slid under the hem of the bikini, hooking the fabric, tugging at it. . .

. . . and pulling it all the way to the side.

Her perfect, wet, and beautiful pussy was on full display. Delicate pink lips were spread apart, allowing Zach the most intimate of intimate views. His eyes ate up the sight; her tiny clit, parted labia and eagerly offered love tunnel. Soft, delicious cheetah schoolgirl cunt was wantonly and shamelessly presented to him, teasing him with what it might feel like, smell like. . .

. . . taste like.

He was rock hard, painfully so. Mesmerised, he couldn't do anything but stare. State and fantasise. A thousand illicit thoughts swum through his mind, each one conjured by a libido suddenly shocked and kicked into overdrive. The things he wanted to do, the ravishing he wanted to visit upon her body. Every inch of her, every immaculate and sexy, sensual inch he wanted, longed fur with a burning need.

His craven lusting was cut short by a giggle and another squeeze at his arm.

"Do you like my pictures, daddy?" she asked needily, "Do you like my little pussy?"

"Oh god, I do!" he felt like he had to shout the words, but his voice was barely above a shuddering whisper.

Charlie craned her head upwards and planted a kiss on his cheek, "well don't let anyone see those, or we'll both get in trouble."

Zach quickly closed the app, locking the phone and returning it to his pocket.

"Oh, oh, they're done!" Charlie pointed to where the sports coupe was pulling out of the parking lot, spotlessly clean. The girls who had attended to the vehicle waved them over. Shifting the transmission into drive, Zach motored slowly over, stopping just in front of the curvaceous husky girl.

"HEY THERE!" she barked, tail swishing madly behind her, "want us to clean you up?"

The wolf poked his head out the window.

"Yeah, three girls. You," he pointed directly at her, before motioning towards a tomboyish hyena and a cute little bunny girl, "and those two."

"Of course!"

He fixed his eyes upon her gorgeously pert and shapely ass as she jogged over to the two girls he had picked out, chatting and giggling for a few moments before returning with them in tow. As the trio set about applying water and suds to his car, Zach again turned to Charlie, any trepidation that he had dug himself into a rather unfortunate hole now completely evaporated. His heart fluttering, the wolf slid his paw across the centre console, fingers scratching briefly at her fur before his palm ran up and onto her thigh, settling a few inches south of her crotch.

"Hmmmm, wolfy," Charlie cooed as she mashed her legs together, trapping his paw," enjoying yourself?"

Zach squeezed, feeling her softness under his paw pads.

"Oh, well, I . . . uh . . .

The lithe young cheetah shuffled to the very edge of the seat, round, pleading eyes looking up at the wolf.

"Can. . . can I. . ." she spoke softly, biting her bottom lip, "can I sit in your lap, Daddy?"

Zach found himself unable to speak. He wanted to say yes, though he knew he should say no. What he should do, however, what would be right and proper for an upstanding young wolf such as himself was of little relevance in this situation. The line had already been crossed, and he was glad of it.

Charlie, for her part, made the decision for him.

Sliding over, she pulled her cute little rump up and over the centre console and deposited it squarely in his lap, her firm, pert cheeks pressed down on his already hard member. She wiggled backward, further pressing her assets into his wolfhood, giggling slightly as the sensation, here skimpy bikini bottoms and his all-too-tight pants the only pieces of fabric preventing what would otherwise be the most obscene of physical contacts.

"Zachy, are you excited?"

". . . yes."

"How excited?"

"Very."

"Tell me I'm cute, Daddy."

"Oh gods, Charlie, you're adorable. You're so goddamn sexy!"

"Give me a kiss!"

For the second time that day, they kissed. If their first had been slow and sensual, a teasing experiment, then this was a hurricane of passion. An avalanche. Charlie craned her head backwards, giving the underside of Zach's chin a quick lick before locking her muzzle with his. Her tiny paws found his, pulling them up her flanks, over her toned, flat stomach and to her budding breasts. Not satisfied with a mere grope, a fleeting feel, she pushed them under the fabric. Without hesitation, the wolf accepted the invitation, running his palms over her chest, feeling the most delicate and soft fur imaginable, teasing and pinching as her erect nipples. The cheetah girl moaned into the vigorous kiss, shoving her chest forward to meet his ministrations as her tongue wrapped and wrestled with his.

Zach momentarily broke the kiss, though Charlie continued to nip and lick as his lips.

"Your friends. . . they'll. . . they'll see. . ."

"I know," she replied, her paws now shooting up behind his head and pulling their mouths together for another furious bout of making out, "make them jealous, Daddy, do what you want. . ."

"Anything I want?"

She bit down on his lip, almost hard enough to draw blood, before again pushing her tongue in to twist about his own, "anything."

His paws continued to run over her mounds, feeling, groping, massaging, not wanting to ever let go. Her buttocks squirmed and gyrated in his lap, pressing harder and harder against his wolfhood, ever so painfully constrained by his pants.

"I'm sure you can do a little more with those big, strong paws of yours. . ." she voiced breathlessly, hooking her knees over his legs, spreading her thighs apart in sinful invitation.

An invitation which Zach seized, whole and without reservation.

"Moan for me, kitty."

His paws left her breasts, giving each hard, erect nipple a final tweak before slowly running down her torso, palms smoothing her increasingly ruffled fur flat as he felt every inch of her delicate body. For a moment, he paused, just above her hips, pulling back slightly and feeling the curve of her ass, eliciting a few playful meows as he scratched at the base of her tail.

"Zach. . . D-daddy. . ." her voice was needy, demanding almost.

"Yes, Charlie?"

"Please?"

"Please what?"

Strong, lupine paws crept around her flanks, running over her pubic bones and settling just inside her thighs.

"Please, I'm . . . I'm so wet for you."

"Want a big, strong wolf to take care of you?" he almost growled.

"Yes! Yes!"

"Beg, for it, kitty."

His finger traced a line along the edge of her bikini bottoms.

"Oh please, Daddy, I want you. . . to. . ."

He pushed his paw inwards, as slowly as his rapidly diminishing self-control would allow him.

"Does your tight little pussy need attention?"

"Oh god, finger me! Finger me, Zach!"

Pictures were one thing, a kiss was another, but Zach pushing his digits across those last few inches of soft, heated fur, descending into this shameless taboo , was something beyond the comparatively tame indulgences Charlie has offered him. What she offered him now, slick and moist and nestled between her creamy thighs, drove him wild. Carnal. Savage.

The wolf felt wetness on his fingers. And heat. He could smell it. He pushed past the last, forbidden frontier and found her labia soaked and ready, begging for his touch. He pulled her lips back slightly, spreading her pussy under the fabric of her bikini. A shudder travelled across her body, followed by a soft, needy whine.

Then, he felt her intimate flesh, slick with her nectar. Zach's finger pressed into her folds, sliding slowly down, lewdly tracing out a pattern through her juices. He reached her love tunnel, a second digit now joining the first. For the writhing cheetah girl in his lap, what must have seemed an eternity passed as he circled her entrance, probing and teasing at her most intimate place. A few humps of her hips, and he pushed in, sinking two of his fingers into her cunt, burying them to the knuckle. His palm pressed over her slit and against her clit, the involuntary grinding of her hips bringing tiny jolts of pleasure to the cheetah. For a moment in time Zach simply felt her, felt the tightness and warmth surrounding his fingers, allowed the scent to wash over his sensitive nose, burning the moment into his memory.

Charlie's muzzle hung open, cute pink tongue limp between her teeth and eyes shut tight. Short, sharp breaths escaped her. She reached up, pulling her bikini top down and exposing her delightful bosom for the benefit of the wolf.

Acting on the encouragement, Zach curled his two fingers inside her, pressing over her g-spot, massaging it, feeling her tremble and shake under his touch. A few 'come hither' movements and he pulled his paw back, removing the intruding digits and running them up her slit. A few circles of her now-hard clit followed, each bringing a gasp of pleasure from her.

"Yes. . . ah. . . yes. . . finger me. .. finger me. . ."

Further encouragement wasn't needed. Zach again plunged his fingers into her depth, slowing building up a rhythm as he assaulted her pussy. The car soon filled with the slick sounds of the large wolf finger fucking the cheetah girl, interrupted by gasps and cries and moans. Her own paws worked over her breasts, replacing the attention Zach had earlier given them.

Zach breathed into her ear, "your friends are watching, Charlie. . ."

"I know. . ."

"I think they want this too. Shall I give it to them?"

"No!" she practically screamed, slamming her hips forwarded as she wantonly fucked herself on his paw, "you're. . . m-mine, wolfy!"

"But I think they really need some attention. If I don't give it to them, who will? That husky girl looks cute."

"Sandra's. . . a slut. . ."

"Perfect."

Zach stopped fingering the cheetah girl momentarily, though remained embedded in her cunt, still gently stirring inside her. With his free paw, he fished out his wallet, snapping out a few more crisp bills.

"What did you say about a lez-out, Charlie?"

"Oh, naughty wolf. T-twenty five bucks."

He waved a single note in front of her,

"here's fifty, I want you and her," he pointed to the husky girl, currently pressing her ample cleavage against the window, now slick with water and suds.

"You want me to make out with Sandra, Daddy? Want to see your little kitty do something really perverted for you?"

Zach curled his fingers inside her again, "well, maybe you could do a little more, hmm?"

Charlie grinned and giggled, flashing her fangs back over her shoulder at the wolf, 'maybe suck on her tits a bit?"

"That would be nice. . ."

"Maybe go down on her?"

That, he had not expected.

"Ah. . . could I. . . get you to do that. . . for me?" he responded, a little gingerly, though eager to seize the chance.

The cheetah nodded, "you can, we'd all love to do it for you. Munch on a little pussy. . ."

"Tell me you want to do it for me."

"Finger me a bit more." she demanded in response.

Zach was more than willing to oblige her, resuming his actions between her legs, sliding his fingers in and out of her utterly drenched cunt.

"Ah, that's so niiiiice, mmmmmmm." Charlie was in heaven, "please Daddy, can I have a little bit of pussy too? Can I eat out Sandra for you?"

"Of course, kitty, but I want. . ." he pointed over toward a pair of slender cats, with suspiciously similar white-and-brown colouring. Hardbodied with long, slender tails, they were resting against the rear wall of the gas station, sipping on a soda each. Each wore matching bikini tops and bike-short bottoms.

". . . those two as well," Zach finished.

"Ah, the twins, hmmmm? Everyone likes them."

"T-twins?"

"Ah huh, going to back out?

"N-no. . ."

Keeping one paw moving between Charlie's thighs, Zack rolled the driver's side window down, working the antiquated crank with his free arm. With the writhing cheetah still in his lap, he motioned for the bubbly, bouncy and wonderfully curvaceous husky girl to come over.

"Hey again! Watchya doing, dude?" she asked, paws behind her back and apple chest thrust through the window.

Zach didn't reply right away. Instead, he soaked her up, slowing down his fingering efforts on Charlie while his eyes ate up every inch of her body. White and black fur, pointed ears, and a chest and ass that he could lose himself in. The bikini she wore was skimpy, even by the standards of what had turned out to be an exceptionally risque car wash. The top, bright blue, barely contained her heavyset breasts, and the bottoms could only be described as a g-string, the rear strap disappearing completely between her full, round cheeks.

"Ah ha. . . I see Mr. Wolf. It's like that, is it?"

"Yeah," Zach tried to sound casual, "just wondering if you'd like to. . ."

Fuzzy paws gripped about his head, pulling his face out the open window with surprising strength. A muzzle locked with his, and a tongue set about invading his mouth with long, wet licks, twisting and turning, tasting him.

It lasted maybe five seconds, leaving the wolf stunned.

"Woof! Don't think I'll let Charlie there have all the fun! She's getting enough from you already!"

Zach blinked a few times before regaining composure.

"Heh, I think I'm going to end up broke after this. . ."

The fifty dollar note that had hung idly from his paw until now was thrust between the husky's cleavage, something that she welcomed eagerly.

"So, fifty bucks is it? Whatchya want?"

"Well," started the wolf, "first, I'd like you to go and get. . . the twins. They can hop in the back seat. And you. . . you can climb in next to us, I'd like you to have a little fun with Charlie. Play with her for me."

Sandra grinned and delivered another quick kiss to Zach's lips, "sure thing!"

Admittedly, he was surprised how eager they all were. He hadn't expected such a lewd and obscene display from what was supposedly just a charitable car wash. Still, his total spend was approaching one hundred and fifty dollars by this point, and he'd been in the parking lot all of 15 minutes. Not a bad hourly rate.

Musings as to the economics of legally questionable car wash practices were pushed from his mind by the return of Sandra, the two femme feline twins in tow. Without so much as a word, the two cats pulled open the passenger door and, with a grace and flexibility typical of their breed, twisted and contorted themselves past the seat and into the back, sprawling out in the surprisingly spacious rear of the coupe.

"Hi hi!" they said in unison, "nice car!"

Zach smiled back at them, "aw, thanks. It's much better now with you two in it."

The response was a giggle, each of them shifting towards each other until their hips touched.

"Now, wolf, we're not stupid!" the one on the left started, "My sister here is Emma, and I'm Ella. We know what boys like! Don't go pretending now!

"Oh, well then that makes this pretty easy, doesn't it?" Zach said.

"Hey!" interrupted Sandra, "don't leave me out!"

The husky girl, still excitedly bouncing next to the driver's side door, pushed herself through the window. Her curves slid over Zach and Charlie, fur brushing over the two mammals. Suggestively, she flicked her tail up as her rump moved past his face, giving him a whiff of her decidedly feminine scent. With a few twists and turns, and a bark or two, she sat herself in the passenger seat, knees pulled up and parted. Her panty-clad crotch was on full display, sporting an obvious wet patch and leaving very little to the imagination, courtesy of the fabric being both incredibly thin and barely wide enough to cover her labia.

Not that Zach minded at all.

Charlie, it seemed, minded even less. With a groan and a shudder, she pulled herself from Zach's fingers, grinning as the wolf immediately brought them to his muzzle.

"Sanda?" she asked, rolling onto her stomach and sliding over towards the husky girl, keeping her hips in Zach's lap, rump pointed up and now enjoying the attention of his paws running over it's firmness.

"Charlie kitty?" she replied, tilting her head.

"Zachy wants us to put on a bit of a show for him," Charlie cooed, "can I have a bit of puppy pussy today?"

Sandra giggled, wiggling her hips and parting her legs even further, "I won't stop you. . ."

The cheetah girl lowered her head, shooting Zach a final, sensual look before pressing her black button nose into the fabric directly over Sandra's slit. Gently, she nuzzled, rubbing up and down, the husky's juices soaked through the shamefully inadequate fabric and coating the felines sensitive nose. A purr rumbled up from her throat as her tongue slipped out from between her lips, pushing against the panties and giving her pussy a lick from top to bottom, slowly and lovingly. Twice more she did it, stopping to suckle on Sandra's painfully erect clitoris.

"Ah, Charlie! Don't tease like that! Stupid cat! D-do it properly! Show Zach w-what he's missing!"

The canine hooked her finger under the edge of the g-string directly covering her nethers, her other paw gasping the cheetah between the ears. In a display that had Zach harder than he ever thought possible, his heart racing to the point where the wolf feared it would burst from his chest, Sandra pulled the skimpy underwear to the side, revealing her slit, lips parted slightly and dripping with nectar. Charlie's tongue immediately darted out, pushing between the husky's folds and licking, hard, long and deep. Sandra howled, throwing her head back and the feline set about devouring her cunt, her tongue lashing up and down between her petals, drinking up her juices, each flick over her clit and dip into her love tunnel bringing new cries of pleasures. The paw rested atop her head now gasped a pawful of fur, keeping the cheetah in place as she madly ate her friend out.

Zach was in a trance. Even as Emma and Ella locked their own lips together, the sisters aggressively making out with each other, their incestuous lesbian act outright tame in comparison to the lewd, lecherous events taking place in the front of the car.

"C-charlie. . ."

With his paws already on her rump, massaging and groping as she gently rocked her hips, Zach was as close to heaven as figured he would ever be.

"Charlie I. . . I. . ." his voice was leaving him, as too was his grasp of reality. The two girls still washing the car were mere background noise, even as they pushed their own assets; tits and ass; against the glass, trying fruitlessly to garner the attention of the hopelessly horny male occupant.

". . . I just want to have a look. . ."

Hearing the words, and sensing their meaning, Charlie flagged her tail up, curling it behind the lupine's neck, all the while with her muzzle still buried in husky cunt, eating and licking and suckling without pause.

Zach pushed one paw under her bikini bottoms, rubbing at her a few times before pulling back, taking the fabric with him and bringing her most private spot into view. Setting his index and ring fingers either side of her sex, he spread her lips. Perfect pink flesh, the very same that she had taken lewd photos on his phone of for him, was now presented directly to him. For a moment, Zach simply admired her perfect pussy, engrossed in it, his lust turning to obsession.

Unable to restrain, he sunk his middle finger in.

Charlie moaned into Sandra's pussy, redoubling her frantic, feverous cunnilingus, tripling the volume and frequency of moans and gasps that the husky girl was barking out. The twins, shamelessly making out, had their own paws between each other's legs, engaging in their own brand of well-practicing digital stimulation.

Sandra screamed. It pierced the wolf's sensitive ears, ringing shrill and loud.

Charlie pulled back, replacing her tongue with two fingers as an earth-shattering orgasm hit the husky. Her cunt gushed, sprays of nectar pulsing from her sex as her eyes rolled back in her head, tongue hanging from her muzzle as she howled with wild, raw abandon. Her whole body shuddered, tits bouncing under their meagre coverings, hips bucking and thrusting as Charlie fingered her through her climax, every pump of her fingers bringing a fresh spurt of her juices. A splash landed across Zach's lap, soaking into the jeans, though the rest ended up coating he leather of the passenger seat.

After a few final thrusts, her cunt now milked dry, Sandra collapsed, Charlie withdrawing her paw and scooting back over to sit again in Zach's lap.

"Here," she purred, moving her muzzle to his, "let me share. . ."

For the third time, they kissed, the wolf savouring both the Cheetah girl's own sweet taste, as well as the tangy, almost spicy flavours left by her oral assault on her friend. Zach ate up every drop he could get.

Though he wanted nothing more than to continue locking lips with the cute cheetah, he eventually had to pull back, grinning ever so slightly and touching his nose to hers.

"Enjoy that, Daddy?" she said, her voice low enough so that only he could hear.

"Oh yes, oh goddamn yes!"

"Looks like we'll need to clean the inside of your car too, hmm? Unless you like it smelling like schoolgirl cunt."

"Ah, I'm sure I can. . . give it a wipe down a bit later."

With a sigh and a stretch, the two felines seated in the rear of the car untangled their bodies from each other, picking up their bikini tops, which had been discarded at some unknown point during their tryst. Ensuring that the wolf got a wondrous eyeful of their bare chests, they gave each other a quick peck on the lips before sliding across towards the passenger side of the car.

"Come on, Sandra," quipped Ella, "let's leave these two to enjoy each other's company a little more."

The husky's response came as a whine, "awww, but I was having fun!"

"Hey, he's still paying you to clean his car, now move your fluffy butt! Meow!"

The three girls, two felines and a reluctant canine, pushed open the door and squeezed themselves from the car, leaving behind the overpowering scent of the near-orgy that had taken place. A glance over the rear seat would reveal two wet patches staining the leather. With the front seat as soaked as it was, and the wolf being stuck in the middle of it all, he had found himself on the precipice of losing all rationality, descending into a carnal, savage state and taking the four girls as mates, rutting each in turn, the rules of modern society be damned!

Charlie still remained with him, perched in his lap and cuddling softly against his chest.

"Hope you liked all that, Daddy. I had a lot of fun!" her voice was once again sweet and full of playful growls and purrs.

Zach squeezed her, "I'm just hoping you all have a few more out of state trips, wouldn't mind a few more of these car washes. This thing does get pretty dirty you know."

"I'd be happy to clean it up for you, all by myself, just for you. . ."

She looked up at him, eyes round and full of faux-innocence. Zach simply stared back, wordlessly.

With Sandra returning to them, the three girls make short work of the exterior of the car, soaping, rinsing and waxing it from hardtop to fender. Throughout the display, they pressed themselves to the glass, slid their wet, sud-covered forms across the hood, turned and raised their tails to give the wolf more than a few enticing views of their asses, hips swaying sensually.

The moment that seemed to have eventuated between Zach and Charlie harmlessly passed, and the cheetah girl chatted away happily, asking Zach questions, telling her own stories about the often-lewd escapades of the Applevale High School Girls Sophomore Volleyball Team.

". . . and for our pre-season, I swear Sandra must have slept with half the boys from. . . oh, looks like they're done, Daddy!"

The husky, hyena and bunny all stood back, the vintage car now washed and waxed to a near mirror shine. Sexual displays aside, they had done a rather outstanding job at getting it clean. Certainly enough to warrant the cost of the wash alone. Nearly drowning in pussy was a bonus.

"Let's roll up to the exit, I'll hop out there and see you off!"

Returning their suggestive waves and winks, Zach smiled to the girls as he turned the ignition and brought the robust old V8 to life. A flick of the shifter and he was rumbling forward, passenger still excitedly bouncing beside him in the passenger seat. A few additional vehicles had shown up, now tended to by the scantily clad furry femmes who had seen to Zach. An exceptionally voluptuous squirrel held a sign just before the exit, the large red words "thank you!" emblazoned upon it.

"Just here, this alley heads back to the main road."

Zach steered in the direction the cheetah was pointing, manoeuvring around a parked truck and rolling down the side of the gas station. He crept slowly forward, his eyes constantly darting to his companion. Truthfully, he wanted to make this moment last, to keep her here next to him as long as he dared."

"I had fun today, Daddy," she said, eyes bright full of mirth, "I hope you come and see us again when we do another!"

She waved over the headrest to the rest of the girls as they disappeared from view, the car now making its way slowly down the alley.

Foot by foot.

Inch by inch.

Tyres cracking on the asphalt.

Zach felt heavy.

"Hey, stop right here." Charlie said, her voice rather lower, with a noticeably more serious tone than before.

"Here?"

"Yeah."

Zach pulled up a few dozen yards short of the main road, the muscle car now thoroughly obscured between the gas station and the commercial buildings that flanked it.

"Uh, Charlie, what do you. . ."

Repeating what she had already done several times that day, the young, lithe cheetah slithered over the centre console and into the wolf's lap. Unlike before, however, she now faced him directly, nose-to-nose with him. Straddling, her thighs running either side of his legs, still-soaked crotch pressed to his, her yellow ears burned into his, a fierce, hungry, predatory look.

"Fuck me, Zach."

Her voice wasn't fun and playful, and she hadn't used the cutesy nickname 'Daddy.' The words that she spoke were demanding and needy, her expression severe and savage.

"Wh. . ."

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

Zach glanced left and right, his heart pounding, and cock still straining against his pants.

"Isn't this a bit. . ."

Charlie cut him off, "a bit what? Come on, wolfy, you've already had your fingers inside me, and I can feel how much you want this. We both do. Let's fuck!"

He had wanted this. Since he first laid his eyes upon her, taken in her delicate, delicious form, he had wanted her. Not once did he imagine this, the object of his sudden onset fantasies, would be offering herself so fully to him. He didn't need to work for it, he didn't need to take it, it was already here, right in front of him. Nothing else seemed important, nothing else mattered.

"Oh fuck, Charlie. . . FUCK! Shit, why do you have to be so goddamn hot!"

She smiled, grinding her hips across his hardon, "I'm hot for you, Zach."

The wolf closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Her scent, her sweet and insanely feminine scent filled his senses. Even with the obscene splashes of sexual fluid staining the inside of his car, the mixtures of three other girls pressing in on him, he could pick hers out. Lighter, more. .. exotic. Wild, and so it drove him.

". . . I want to be yours."

Zach growled. No sense in going back, this was a pleasure he was not going to deny himself. Or her.

His voice came out as heated as hers was, "I'm going to fuck you dry, kitty!"

The interior of the 1969 Plymouth RoadRunner became a scramble of activity. Zach's paws shot to his belt, fighting to remove both his jeans and underwear. Charlie's dainty paws joined in, working over his belt buckle, unclasping it before sliding up and under his shift.

"Let me feel your chest. . ." she whispered..

He finally had his jeans around his knees, "you're beautiful. . ."

"You're so hot."

Zach was panting now, his words short and sharp with his breaths, "I can't believe I get to h-have. . . oh GOD. . . have you!"

"Me neither, get this shift off!"

The garment was practically shredded from his torso, neither of them caring for the time it would take to unbutton it. Charlie soon ran her paws over the wolf's well-defined chest, rubbing through his fur, purring at the sensation of the strands between her fingers..

"You've got a really nice body, Zach. . ."

"T-thanks. . ."

She seized a fistful of his chestfur in each paw, pulling herself in closer until her nose touched his.

"Don't thank me, FUCK ME!"

Eight inches of wolfcock, red and throbbing, had already been freed from the painful confines of both his jeans and boxer shorts. Tip, shaft and knot pressed between her legs, rubbing across the single piece of fabric that separated his nethers from hers, the only thing stopping them.

The cheetah girl, wet and eager, didn't waste the few seconds it would have taken to remove her bikini bottoms. A paw shot between her legs, fingers hooking under her panties and, just as she had for the obscene photos she had taken with his phone, pulled them to the side. Pussy lips now directly met his rock hard shaft. She slid, back and forth, running his hardness through her labia several times, eyes half-closed and maw hanging open.

"Charlie," said Zach, "Have you ever. . . you know. . ."

"No," she moaned in response, continuing to massage his organ with her cunt "I haven't. . .this is my first. . . just. . . just do it. . ."

Zach settled his paws on her hips, grasping her delicate form and shifting her forward and upwards, her knees either side of his legs, dripping pussy now directly above his cock.

"Go. . . go slowly. . . "

He did. Sensually, agonisingly slowly, he did just that. A growl shuddered up from his throat as he pressed her down. His tip touched her lips, pinks petals parting to eagerly accept his girth. Zach slid his cock into the toughest, wettest cunt he had ever felt, with the most incredible, indescribable embrace about his wolfhood. One inch slipped in, then the second, Zach savouring every moment, every twist and bump of her hips, every gasp and moan that came from the cute expression on her face.

Charlie opened her eyes, immediately pressing her muzzle forward for a devouring kiss.

"Oh god, Zach. . . you're. . . amazing!"

She was full, full of wolf meat, fuller than her fingers or what she'd used as toys had ever made her. The pure bliss, the electric pleasure, overwhelmed her, rampaging and rollicking from her loins to every part of her body. Charlie sunk her pussy the last few inches over Zach's erection, settling just above his knot, stretched and in the most mindless, orgasmic trance possible.

"F. . . fuck. . ."

Zach pulled her back up, the feeling of her walls massaging over him in reverse just as good as on the way down. All the way to the tip he brought her, his shaft never quiet leaving her wet, warm embrace of her love tunnel. For a brief second, an instant in time, he paused, before pushing her back down, a little faster this time.

Then back up.

And down, faster yet again.

And faster.

Charlie's gasps deepened, turning into moans, the cheetah girls hips now thrusting to meet his.

"Charlie. . "

Zach's grip tightening, and he sped up further. Scant few seconds had passed, but what had started slowly and sensually had now turning into outright aggressive, vigorous fucking. Wolf cock pounded into cheetah pussy, every thrust stretching her, every gyration pressing his meat over her g-spot. Every moan was practically a roar, a cry of pleasure so pure that it defied what either of them thought possible.

"I'm going. . . going to. . ."

The wolf couldn't help but smirk with self-assured canine pride as the schoolgirl came in his lap. Her cunt clenched down, juices flooding over his hardness, spurting between them and further soaking the already drenched seat. She wailed in unrelenting, raw nirvana, every fibre of her being on fire as she hit peak after peak, a climax crushing her ability to think straight.

Zach kept going.

He knew he wouldn't last much longer, but come hell or high water he was determined with single bloody-mindedness to fuck his partner beyond senseless, have her screaming his name, begging for him to fill her over and over.

And screaming, she did.

"ZACH!"

He thrust again, driving himself deeper inside her, straining to push his knot past her entrance.

"ZACH! I can't. . . OH FUCK. . . heavens. . . I've never. . . f-felt so amazing!"

HIs own climax was building inside him, hips now a blur, the only sounds in the car were those of his growls, her moans, and the slick contact of wet, intimate flesh on wet, intimate flesh.

"FUCK ME!"

He did. He wouldn't stop.

"FUCK ME!"

His knot went in halfway.

"I'M. . . CUMMING!"

Charlie hit a second, even higher climax. There was no scream; the ability to vocalise her pleasure had left her. Instead, she simply threw her head back, her whole world consumed by her orgasm, muzzle agape. Zach, seconds later, reached his limit, and felt his body launch itself off a cliff. How long he held himself there, practically knotting the young cheetah, he simply lacked the ability to remember. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked his body, crashing over him like a tsunami. Their forbidden union reached its zenith, both mammals finding the strength to reach forward and pull the other into an embrace, burying their faces in each other's necks as they rode out the wave.

Felt it subside. . .

Then collapsed in the front seat of a freshly cleaned 1969 Plymouth Roadrunner.

What could have been thirty seconds or thirty minutes passed before the two pried themselves from each other's arms, Zach still erect cock slipping from Charlie's pussy.

"Zachy," she whined, "did you try to knot me?"

"I, uh. . ." his reply was sheepish, ". . . yeah, kinda did there, didn't I?"

Charlie delivered a quick kiss to his lips, "naughty wolf. That will have to wait for next time."

Zach blinked.

"Next time?" he asked.

The cheetah shuffled backwards a little, shifting her weight from his crotch to just over his knees, and placed her finger on the tip of his nose.

"Yes," she said, rather matter-of-factly, "next time. You gave us money, then we fucked. What do you think that makes me look like, hm?"

"Oh, well. . . I never meant for it to seem like that. I know you're not. .. you know. . . a. . ."

"Whore?"

Zach looked away, a blush spreading across his face..

". . . yeah."

Charlie's dainty little paw brushed against his cheek fur.

"So, we don't want that, do we? You can perv on everyone else all you want, but you need to do something for me, okay?"

He looked back, meeting her eyes with his own, "What would that be?"

"A date," she stated firmly, crossing her arms across her chest, "give me your phone."

Realising that his jeans were still about his ankles, Zach rather awkwardly pulled them and fished about in his pocket, producing his smartphone and handing it over. The young cheetah snatched it up, thumbs darting across the screen for a few seconds before thrusting it back into his paw.

"There," she continued, "I've given you my number. Take me on a date, Zachy!"

The wolf laughed. Extra super mega special Charlie deluxe indeed.