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Gavin was always amazed at the resources that Trish and Kyra were able to pool together.

The girls were hard workers, and they'd come into their own as adults, but even before that, they were wise with their money...and being so financially conservative so early on in life meant that they could enjoy the finer things, now that they were a little older.

"Just a few more tweaks," Kyra mentioned, "And she'll be purring like the day she was made!"

The classic Mustang sitting in their garage was a piece of art, and thanks to the aforementioned work ethic, it was in pristine condition, almost as if it were still new. The details were kept clean, the body was free of rust, and the engine was running almost perfectly...but when the parts were pushing a half a century of age, they needed to be replaced from time to time.

With their bond and their trust in each other growing, Kyra was glad to invite Gavin to come help her with the engine, and Gavin was more than happy to accept. He didn't think he'd be given too many responsibilities in the long run, but as Kyra popped the hood and placed a tool box on the ground next to her, he realized that he'd underestimated how involved the process was.

"What do you need to replace this time?" he asked, not having kept the same notes as Kyra. "Just doing some standard maintenance?"

"Always," Kyra answered. "But I want to give the carburetors a little extra cleaning, and replace the spark plugs...we didn't get to drive her nearly enough last year, so the old ones are probably shot."

Gavin nodded. "You just let me know what you need me to do," he replied.

He looked the part of a shop hand just as well as he played it: an old, faded t-shirt of white and some tattered jeans were clothes that he didn't much care about getting ruined, but they would keep him safe from the vast majority of things that could go wrong. Mostly, he was worried about the mess...but you wouldn't think Kyra was, based on her outfit.

Shorts that stopped just above the supple cup of her rump were all she wore below, and up top, her shirt failed to reach her navel. The summer months were particularly brutal for a husky, and with so much fur covering her body, she only wore what she absolutely needed.

The moment she stepped out of the covering shade of the garage, she started panting to try and vent her insufferable heat...and the tiny dribble of saliva from the end of her tongue, couple with her frustrated appearance, left Gavin staring with only the mildest sliver of shame.

"Well, time's a wastin', so do me a favor and hand me that ratchet wrench," she said, as she leaned under the open hood. Shorts that already left almost nothing to the imagination were hiked up that much higher by the tug of her tail, and as Gavin came forth with the tool, he saw the imprint of her pubic mound against the crotch of the fabric.

He went still, save for the stiffening throb of his cock at such a lewd display.

"You gonna hand me that wrench, or are you just gonna stand there and stare all day?"

Unlike the earlier days of their relationship, Gavin wasn't so timid around Kyra anymore. At the start, he struggled to make a move on her at all, even when she was making it completely obvious that she wanted him to.

This time, her tone didn't indicate that she was looking for a little action...but when she felt him pressing his growing bulge against her backside, she warmed up to the idea almost instantly.

"This the one you were looking for?" Gavin asked, wearing a smirk that showed how much his confidence had grown over the last few months. "Or do you need me to check the tool box again?"

Kyra shuddered against the edge of the car, but she wore a similar, devious grin when she felt the pulse of Gavin's covered member against her crotch. "N-no, Gavin...I think that's just the one I needed," she claimed. Even as she reached back, he expected her to take the actual tool, but he was refreshingly surprised when he felt her delicate fingertips tickling at the worn denim around his groin.

Her outfit was enticing enough, but Kyra's problems with summer were twofold: hard as it was for her to stay hydrated and cool, it was just as hard for her to stay clean, and taking two showers every day was a minimum. To do anything less than that would allow the warm, enticing scent around her womanhood to build...and as close as Gavin was, there was no way he could resist the natural aromas her body offered.

His own scent was softer, but it was still present enough for Kyra to glance it over the familiar scent of motor oil and freshly cleansed metal. Those were both comforting for her, but she was becoming terribly _uncomfortable_as she took in a breath of her vulpine's brand.

"I think I might have found a leak in here, Gavin...can you help me plug it?"

That time, her voice was laced with the dripping presence of lust, and over her shoulder, she cast Gavin a look that was sure to drive him up the proverbial wall. His cock was already free of its sheath and straining against the front of his jeans, and feeling her warmth through the tough fabric was more of a frustration than a delight.

Her need was already overwhelming, and his was readily catching up.

"I'm not sure this is the right tool for that job, Kyra."

She giggled, just hearing that he was keeping up with her playful scenario. "Trust me, that's just what I'm looking for," she assured him. "Maybe pull my shorts down, though? Just in case we need to clean anything up later..."

Gavin dropped the wrench as Kyra squeezed his covered bulge. The jarring clang of it rattling against the concrete drowned out the quiet, smooth brush of cotton fabric moving along her rustled fur, and in the unnerving quiet that followed, the next sound was a subtle drip.

As hot as it was in the summer months, there was always a greater heat to be had than the one in the air. Kyra's womanhood didn't make any secrets about that, and her natural warmth alone was enough to leave Gavin trembling with delight, but the more intimate rush of her urine against his covered cock carried a much greater statement...one that rewarded his trust in her, and the growth of his confidence.

"Call me crazy, but it seems like you were trying to make a mess," Gavin suggested. His hips pushed forth, making sure that the bulk of her mess would end up on his lap, but he was struggling to unbutton the old, tired jeans in the middle of the act, desperate to feel her natural warmth with no barrier.

He was just able to push the front of his jeans down in time to feel the full, pushing force of her stream over his freshly exposed length. "You know damn well that I was," she told him. "You really think I came out here just to work on the car, foxy?"

"Is it so wrong if I did?"

"No," she replied, offering a quick giggle. "Actually, I'm glad you've still got a little innocence about you, Gavin...but I didn't come out here to do all of the work myself, either. I wanna see what you can do when you're really working with your hands."

It wasn't the first time Gavin had given Kyra assistance with the cars, and it surely wouldn't be the last, but it was one of the first she could recall where he took so quickly to her suggestions. There was no doubting his arousal, as his length throbbed painfully against the uncovered mound of her womanhood, but if there was any question of his confidence, he made short work of it with his forceful grasp.

Leaning over her arched backside and cupping her breasts in his paws, he moved his length on feel alone, as the last of her trickling offering spilled down to the base of his shaft. Natural arousal left her folds soaking even after she was spent, and the delicious warmth of his cock began filling the void that was left by her emptied body.

The pressure she felt from within, and the pressure of her bladder needing a release were entirely different sensations; the pleasure that came from each need being fulfilled was different, as well, but both such delights held a special place in Kyra's heart...and she couldn't keep from vocalizing that.

"N...not even gonna towel off first?" she asked, stammering over her words as the vulpine tip of his member spread her canine folds apart. He answered immediately with a gentle thrust, but the squeeze upon her breasts wasn't nearly so soft. "That's so f-fucking naughty, Gavin...nnyes, grab me, baby!"

It took so long to get Gavin to come out of his shell sexually that Kyra was becoming a glutton for his performances, and when he truly let loose, he made use of every inch of his cock. He worked the unique tip in an upward thrust, making sure to brush against the small mound of her g-spot, while rolling his hips on the way out to tease the lower wall. An eager throb was ever present in his shaft, and Kyra, for her part, wasn't afraid to slam her ass back against his torso.

She knew he could take it, and if she pushed into him...he'd give it back to her twice as hard.

"You know, we c-could always invest in another car," Gavin made a brief, silly suggestion, striking a powerful contrast to the way his claws raked at the softer fur around her nipples, or the hammering of his length as he pumped into her soaking passage. "If you need another excuse to stick your ass up for me like that, that is..."

Now that he was bold enough to take her up on her sensual offers, Kyra was dropping more and more hints when the mood struck. Before, she was overt, but she made sure not to overload the less confident version of Gavin, knowing that it could turn him reclusive.

She absolutely loved that he was warming up to her lifestyle, and as was often the case that summer, she'd be walking with a bit of a hobble after she was done working on the car...but it wasn't due to her posture.

"We could get you one of y-your own," Kyra played along, thinking it an odd thing to discuss in the middle of the act, but entertaining his thought all the same. "I'd be more than happy to..._ooh...f-fuck..._handle some of your leaks for you, y'know."

Gavin was planning on giving her everything that he had, but the idea of leaning into the powerful engine of his own car and pumping her throat full of his own golden blessing was enough to force a new vigor into his hips. The prop was plenty sturdy to keep the hood over their heads from falling, but Gavin was still being cautious of it, until the thought crossed his mind.

A quick yelp escaped Kyra as she felt a new, wonderful pressure upon her breasts, and with a glance back at Gavin, she could see hints of a ferocious, dominant lover in the pit of his narrowed eyes. The sight was terribly alluring, so much that her inner muscles seized up around the tip of his length for a moment...but he pushed right through the pleasurable gesture and carried on, pounding her barren body into the front of the car with a devious grin.

"If you t-think you could handle them," Gavin muttered through gritted fangs. Kyra's heart began to race as she heard his teeth clenching, knowing that he had to be close...but the fact that he was bold enough to challenge her skills would come back to bite him before they were done. "Though I'd be glad to see you try, Kyra."

She could see the confidence growing in her lover, and feel the weight of it in his every pass at her body, but it was her mischievous tongue that flickered along the front of her lips as she looked back, panting with a blissful combination of heat and pleasure. "You sure you wanna be t-that bold, Gavin?"

Her tone was akin to the shake of a snake's rattle, but Gavin was finally warming up to the prospect of what dangers Kyra had been holding back from him. The summer heat was inspiring the young fox to take new risks: there was no real danger to be had, but Kyra made the experience sound like it would be too much for him.

Just a few months before, he would have been too timid to ask for such a treatment.

That afternoon, with the sun beating down on his back, his paws slipped from her supple breasts and wrapped around her hips, instead, forcing her to take the full brunt of every thrust he had left. Whimpering gasps of shock escaped her lips as she looked back, her expression softened by the brutal weight that was added to his pace.

She was sure that he'd already given her everything he had, but then, he offered one level beyond her expectations...and along with her already orgasmic pleasure came the tiniest hint of soreness, as if her body was warning her of how she'd feel the next day.

She utterly ignored the early concerns of her inner muscles and forced them to clench around her lover, daring him to take that final step with her.

" Damn sure," he finally managed a staggered reply, but even those words were shrouded by the sensual overtones of a growl. His body was going tense even before the telltale clench took hold of his groin, and the blissful release of pressure arrived as cum erupted from the tip of his length, pouring deep into the eager embrace of her passage.

As that excess warmth flooded her womb, Kyra made a note of needing to grab a drink when this was all said and done...but she didn't _dare_to budge from her place in the engine housing. For as much work and care as she put into the car, she didn't pay a hint of attention to the rake of her claws over finer details, or the fur that she was shedding into the depths of a recently cleaned frame.

Everything was able to take a backseat to the bliss of being so ferociously bred: the car was only there to make it easier for Kyra to bend forth and take everything that her lover had to give.

"Gods, t-that...that feels so fucking good, Gavin!" Kyra praised the subtle twitch of his length as his knot pressed against her folds, begging them to share her overwhelming warmth. The impressive bulge finally did ease inside with a blissful pop , and the husky's legs, quivering with bliss, finally lost the longstanding battle.

Slumping down as slowly as she could and keeping Gavin close, she surprised him by simulating the proper tie of a fox, turning her body so she could face him and give him purchase to get comfortable however he wished.

"Give yourself a little credit," Gavin told her, his voice laced with a smokier lust than she was used to hearing from him. "You feel amazing, Kyra...it's... too good."

His own body was drained from giving her such a rough go, but he was doing his part to help lean Kyra down to the ground. The concrete wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but with the sun moving behind the garage, there was a pleasant patch of shade for them to rest in, granting Kyra the cooling relief that she desperately needed.

For his own desires, Gavin leaned forward and stole a brief, surprising kiss from Kyra, before his body went slack against her own, leaving his muzzle to rest between her soft, comfortable breasts; he could think of no better place to sleep off such a pleasant afternoon.

**

When he started to stir awake again, Gavin first noticed his knot slipping out of Kyra and leaving an oozing mess over the smooth concrete in the driveway. The messy display captured his interest and drew a giggle from the husky, but as it so happened, there was one more person enjoying the display.

"You two couldn't think of a better way to blow off some steam?"

They didn't know how long Trish was going to be gone that afternoon, but she'd come upon them in the middle of a nap. Seeing her two lovers in such a comforting embrace warmed her heart, so much that she couldn't bring herself to wake them up.

Now that they'd come to naturally, she was standing there with a few cold bottles of soda...but the tops were lifting her skirt, revealing that she'd gone without panties for the day.

"It's pretty tough to fall asleep in a driveway," Kyra admitted. "Had to work off a little energy, first!"

"I suppose that's fair," Trish agreed. "Looks to me like Gavin really gave it his all this time!"

His confidence had grown plenty, but Gavin couldn't help looking a little bashful at such a direct, sensual compliment. "Y-Yeah, it...it felt amazing to really let loose like that, honestly."

The silver vixen giggled and took a half step forth. "I bet it did," she concurred. Keeping her skirt lifted with one bottle, she eased the other cool drink right between her legs, straddling it and spreading her petals around the smooth surface, knowing she'd captured Gavin's attention. "Sounds to me like you've earned yourself a drink, foxy...which one is your favorite?"

Even before her stream began to dribble around the bottom of the bottle, she knew what Gavin's answer would be.