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The truck bounced slightly on the paved road, it's driver dodging a pot hole deftly. It was blue with white stripe affair, in need of a new coat of paint around the edges. Within it the passengers have the windows rolled up, the cool night air streaming past and around the edges of the machine causing the sweater wearing feminine skunk in the passenger seat to reach to the heaters controls and flick it on to absolutely no avail.

"Tye, why is it everything you have is either broken or on the ragged edge of it?" she asks, her big blue eyes glaring over at the driver, "We really must do something about this, you know. It won't do."

"Won't do?" he asks back, "Hell, I don't think the heaters ever worked on this thing. Probably came out of the factory broken. I'll get around to fixing it sooner or later."

She scoffs from her vantage point, "Yeah? Uh huh." rolling her eyes as she looks out into the darkness of an unlit pasture. He fires a shot back, "I shouldn't even be doing this, you know? I could get in trouble." pausing to correct himself, "We could get in trouble."

The beret toting skunk looks back at the wolf out of the corner of an eye, "Haven't you learned I'm good at getting out of trouble yet?"

"I don't think any lack of a gag reflex could get you out of something like this- OW."

"Hush, dummy." she pulls her hand back in from whipping it across his shoulder, "I doubt that even hurt you."

"Come on, you don't have any pangs of guilt about this? What about if I get in trouble?" he asks again, rubbing his shoulder slightly.

"Such is life. If it happens, it happens. I'm just along for the ride after all." she shrugs, looking back out at the passing countryside.

"You'd do that to me? Just leave me hanging like that? I could lose my license or something." he frowns, trying to look at both her and the road at the same time.

"I have one too, I'd just drive for a while. I'm sure I could figure this thing out. Besides, you know I'd make it up to you." she gestures dismissively with her hand towards the vehicles drivers side, letting her warm palm rest on the wolf's thigh before giving him a squeeze. "You shouldn't complain so much, it's really unbecoming for a guy."

"Unbecoming? What the hell does that even mean?" he laughs, shaking his head. Her hand on his lap causing him to tense more than anything else, "I just can't believe you talked me into this."

She laughs back, looking back at him and leaning in to press her muzzle to his neck to whisper warm words about his reward into the wolfs ear, his flush of understanding just causing her to giggle devilishly. "Look," she points out at a passing sign, "We're already about to be there. Do you want me to curl up and hide, will that make you feel better?"

He just shakes his head and pulls into the parking lot of the small liquor store on the other side of the county line, the worn tires spinning rocks out behind them and onto the road as the neon light flickers. Rolling up on the side of the lot, away from the handful of other vehicles he shuts the truck off and looks at her seriously, "You're a bad influence, you know that?"

"Of course, my love. Always have been, and I think you kind of love it."

* * *

In the darkened side of the parking lot Yvette waits for Tye to come back, grabbing the visor to use its vanity mirror to check her makeup. Staring at the back of the contraption she squints at it angrily, it had never had a mirror built in. With a sigh she reaches into her little purse and grabs one of her compact, trying to use what little light she has available in a largely pointless act. Tye's only been gone for a few minutes before he comes back out with a brown bag and climbs back into the seat. "This one?" he asks, handing her the bottle as the seat belt clicks into place.

Peering into the bag she pulls the bottle out and looks it over, "I don't know, do I look like I manage to drink a lot? I just know this is what my mom always had in the cupboard at my place." She handles the bottle deftly, looking it over as he starts the truck back up and leans around to back out of the spot and get them back on the road. "You mean you don't even know?" he asks her back, "You were that specific and you don't even know what it tastes like?"

"I never said all that, sugar, I just never had much." she interposes, sliding the bottle into her purse. It's far to big to ever fit in the thing, which barely supports it. "Hey," he yelps, "If someone sees that in there the game will be up-" as he reaches down to move it she pops her seat belt off, and scoots in closer to him, snaking herself under the reaching arm to lean against the large wolfs chest.

"Shut up and drive, you heathen." she quietly admonishes him, stopping all complaints about her not being safe with a simple, "Then drive well."

The two sit there in the dark, quietly driving back with the light from vehicles high beams showing the way. Her painted nails reach out and taps at the radio. It actually comes on, a surprise, and the noise of appreciation from her causes Tye to squirm slightly. A few moments of fiddling and she's got it on the local oldies rock station. "I had that thing where I wanted it, come on now." he complains, barely hearing her sneer of a response, "And I, you."

The skunks fingers rest on his covered thigh, pushing her little black claws slightly pressing down and walking up to his belt buckle. With a quick tugging motion she undoes the belts leather strap, turning it and popping it free, rapidly moving to the old jeans button and zipper.

Tye starts to complain, "Hey, while I'm driving? You're gonna get us killed." While the troublesome passenger takes a handful of him directly into her possession. With a quick motion she's pulled his canine tool free of the jeans and boxers he made the 'mistake' of wearing as she softly talks at him. Her gentle hands grasping at shaft and squeezing. Pumping and rubbing as she leans against his chest and takes in the smell of him.

Each and every brush of her fingertips causing the wolf to grow larger and stiffer as he focuses on trying not to wreck while driving. One arm on the steering wheel and the other around his partners shoulder. "You are uncouth," she says, "You know this, yes?" With a nod he swallows and tries not to look away from the road, "An uncouth, filthy boy. Absolutely horrendous." She calls him all sorts of names as her hand caress his sack. Feminine thumb and pointer finger slowly wrapping around canine cockhead and slowly she bringing them down, softly pumping.

She looks at him sideways, and brings her muzzle up to his ear as she squirms about slightly, "If you make it home, you can have the rest of me." Leaning down slightly onto her side she brings her mouth down and slides her velvety lips around the dog toy. Taking the tip into her mouth she licks the side, tongue drawing up and circling around. Meanwhile, instead of taking the chance to take both hands onto the wheel Tye's slowed down slightly, his free hand instead falling onto the back of Yvette's head, holding the beret down as he begins to make her hair disheveled.

Going 50 miles per hour down the road the wolf grips her head firmly in his hand, pushing it down slightly and groaning from her attentions. She growls up at him after a moment, "Keep that up and if you don't fuck me I'll break that bottle on your head." He just pushes her down again, stuffing her salivating mouth full with his meat as his fingers run through her black tresses.

The lewd skunk had already picked up her pace, taking him as swiftly as she could into her throat, bobbing as if her life depended on it and she squeaks when his fingers close tight in her hair. Gasping with surprise as he pulls her head up, ruining her attempt to make him cum before they even get home. The big wolf had never shown this much control before, and she smiled as he pulled her far enough away so as to leave just the tip available for her to play with. All the while one of her hands has made it down between her legs, teasing herself through crimson silk panties.

"Now," he starts by pushing her head down slowly, "I want to make it home, you're gonna have to slow the hell down." he chuckles from above her, "Jesus, you know it's not a race, right?" Her response is to roughly bottom out, not giving him time to tighten his grip again. His hand instead presses her head down to let the twitching wolf dick fill her throat, little pink skunk tongue sticking out slightly to let excess drool run down the side of his balls.

It takes him a moment to respond to the bratty move, pulling her head up and off all the way with a schlorping pop. Gasping Yvette purrs at him, "You might make it home, but not for lack of me trying." Her breathy, almost desperate, words making him smile. A nice change from her previous full bitch attitude on the way to the store. He lowers her head again, letting her continue to tease him as they drive.

They're quickly approaching the drive in, and ultimately, Tye's home. The semi-facefucking the skunk has elicited from her boyfriend earning her a soaked pair of panties as they pull up to his silver trailer. They pause for a moment, her lapping up the wolfs pre-cum before she sits up, grabs the bottle out of her purse and practically jumps out of the barely stopped truck.

Tye manages to get the key out of the ignition just before she swings the trailers door wide open, causing the spring creaking loudly. Her short skirt does not make it inside, the jet black and crimson tartan fabric fluttering to the ground as her bright red pantied butt disappears within.

* * *

Tye doesn't even take the time to try and make himself decent, hot on the heels of his skirtless girlfriend he chases after her and makes it to the door after a few moments. Flinging it open with abandon he enters the trailer and is immediately grabbed. Her arms snake around his head, lifting herself on tip toes to press her mouth to his. An absolute dervish of movement follows, his hands go to her hips and squeeze a high pitched squeak out, her fingers run through his hair.

The bottle of wine that she ran off with gets shoved out of the way on his couch and plonks unceremoniously onto the floor as they practically pour themselves onto the furniture. With Yvette under him, her long black and white furred legs wrap around his waist as her large fluffed tail curls about and wraps around him, she practically begs, whining as his already freed cock presses to her panties.

His hips push forward, continuing to grind mercilessly against her covered nethers as they hold the liplock and French kiss each other deeply. It takes time but eventually she pulls free, hands still grasping at his head, pulling herself up slightly to whisper into his ear, "My pills are in the car, I'll get them in the morning." The wolf quirks an eyebrow, simply not understanding. "Wh-" he starts, before she bites his ear, little skunk canines digging into the tender flesh and causing him to eep. After a moment of confused and pain he understands. "Oh!"

Sitting up he fidgets with his jeans, trying to shuck them off while she looks at him scornfully, a high pitched whining word passes from her lips, and causes him to go faster, "Waiting." He looks down at the jeans, then back up at her, she just shakes her head at him. With a nod he ignores his pants and instead pulls her panties to the side, guiding his girth with his other hand. The tip teases, pressing directly to her clit. With a circular motion he rolls it around and earns a dirty look from her as she tenses.

He pushes his hips forward. Barely uncovered wolf ass up in the air he thrusts into her, pushing the smaller skunk down into the couch and getting his knees where he needs them. Yvette gasps loudly, and growls as she reaches up and grabs at the flannel shirt on his chest. She looks him dead in the eyes and continues with her terse and to the point phrasing, "Harder."

With a grin he thrusts forwards, hilting her as he pushes her head slightly up to press against the arm rest of the couch. Again and again he goes, harder and harder, each time earning him an ecstatic moan of feminine pleasure. Each time gifting his rod with a tight squeeze of her pelvic muscles. It doesn't take long for him to find a good rhythm, pounding the soaked skunk's pussy into the cushions and riding his own adrenaline high.

Looking up at him with raw lust in her eyes Yvette lifts her legs from around his waist and motions for him to grab them, it takes a moment but he finds purchase and places hisbig wolf paws on the backs of her knees, practically shoving them into her armpits as he goes. She grasps her large breasts squeezing them between her own arms, the little curvacious skunk finally seems to be getting it how she wants. Moaning loudly with each thrust, her slickness coating him from tip to base as he rides her hard, making a small puddle of her juices on the couch.

As he pounds away she practically screams, "Breed me, you dirty boy!" Loudly slinging praise upon him as he bottoms out, nearly pressing his tip to her cervix, one more slight push down and he gives her what both of them want. She shudders suddenly, reaching her climax loudly with a drawn out moan, hips shaking as he doesn't stop. Body tensing as she reaches the peak of her orgasm. It takes a moment before she regains her senses, the electric pleasure coursing through her nearly causing her to black out.

As she tops out his own pent up desire peaks. Between her begging for his cum, for him to breed her like a whore, and the absolute pleasure of her tightness squeezing him for all his worth Tye doesn't disappoint, knotting the skunk on his couch and filling her sealed honeypot to the brim. Riding her high down she swiftly becomes needier, touchier. Snuggling into his chest.

They both lay exhausted, knotted skunk and worn out wolf. Her running fingers through his hair and making soothing noises, him breathing in every ounce of her perfume he can. "Good boy," she says quietly, earning her a spare post climax thrust, sending another arc of pleasure up her for the bratty words.

* * *

The night goes on, eventually the knot releasing them and getting half assed redressed. The skunk in her soaked, really more ruined, silk panties with no top and Tye in his boxers. The skirt retrieved from the steps of the porch and put on a coat rack.

Putting the wine bottle between her bare cleavage Yvette looks over at the lounging wolf and in total disbelief she yells at him in horror, "What do you mean you don't have a fucking corkskrew?!"

You could probably hear his laughter all the way back to the liquor store.